Both attributed the titter, which they still could hear without being able to detect its origin, to wandering spirits.

But the mocking tones had been heard too by the old gate-keeper, and the laughers were better known to him than to the king's pioneer; he strode with heavy steps to the door of the temple through the black shadow of the pylon, and striking blindly before him called out-- "Ah! you good-for-nothing brood of Seth.
[The Typhon of the Greeks.

The enemy of Osiris, of truth, good and purity.

Discord and strife in nature.

Horns who fights against him for his father Osiris, can throw him and stun him, but never annihilate him.] "You gallows-birds and brood of hell--I am coming." The giggling ceased; a few youthful figures appeared in the moonlight, the old man pursued them panting, and, after a short chase, a troop of youths fled back through the temple gate.
The door-keeper had succeeded in catching one miscreant, a boy of thirteen, and held him so tight by the ear that his pretty head seemed to have grown in a horizontal direction from his shoulders.
"I will take you before the school-master, you plague-of-locusts, you swarm of bats!" cried the old man out of breath.