She will be better bearing babes than reading visions in a diviner's cup, and I will pray the gods that they may not be dwarfs as you are, but take on the likeness of their mother, who tells me that she is fair.

Hush! she stirs.
"Karema, are you awake?
Good.

Then lead me from the sepulchre, that I may make my evening prayer beneath the stars.

Go, Shabaka and Bes, you are brave men, both of you, and I am glad to have the one for nephew and the other for pupil.

My greetings to your mother, Tiu.