We must see what my lord means.

He would have pleased me well enough, if I were young; but he will reach the goal, for he is resolute and spares no one." While she muttered these and similar words, she filled a graceful cup of glazed earthenware with filtered Nile-water, which she poured out of a large porous clay jar, and laid a laurel leaf, on which was scratched two hearts linked together by seven strokes, on the surface of the limpid fluid.

Then she stepped out into the air again.
As Paaker took the vessel from her looked at the laurel leaf, she said: "This indeed binds hearts; three is the husband, four is the wife, seven is the chachach, charcharachacha."-- [This jargon is fund in a magic-papyrus at Berlin.] The old woman sang this spell not without skill; but the Mohar appeared not to listen to her jargon.

He descended carefully into the valley, and directed his steps to the resting place of the wife of Mena.
By the side of a rock, which hill him from Nefert, he paused, set the cup on a flat block of stone, and drew the flask with the philter out of his girdle.
His fingers trembled, but a thousand voices seemed to surge up and cry: "Take it!--do it!--put in the drink!--now or never." He felt like a solitary traveller, who finds on his road the last will of a relation whose possessions he had hoped for, but which disinherits him.

Shall he surrender it to the judge, or shall he destroy it.
Paaker was not merely outwardly devout; hitherto he had in everything intended to act according to the prescriptions of the religion of his fathers.