All her aspirations were for the North, the point of the compass whence blew the cool invigorating breezes that make life a joy.

From the first, her eyes seem to have been attracted to the seven stars of the Plough from the fact, as recorded in the hieroglyphics in her tomb, that at her birth a great aerolite fell, from whose heart was finally extracted that Jewel of Seven Stars which she regarded as the talisman of her life.

It seems to have so far ruled her destiny that all her thought and care circled round it.

The Magic Coffer, so wondrously wrought with seven sides, we learn from the same source, came from the aerolite.

Seven was to her a magic number; and no wonder.