"Shall the goddess be impoverished for your sake! The grains of Anta, that would be used in purifying you, would cost ten times as much." "But I have no more," replied the woman, "my husband, for whom I come to pray, is ill; he cannot work, and my children--" "You fatten them up and deprive the goddess of her due," cried the gate-keeper.

"Three rings down, or I shut the gate." "Be merciful," said the woman, weeping.

"What will become of us if Hathor does not help my husband ?" "Will our goddess fetch the doctor ?" asked the porter.

"She has something to do besides curing sick starvelings.

Besides, that is not her office.
Go to Imhotep or to Chunsu the counsellor, or to the great Techuti herself, who helps the sick.