She too stood silent and I saw that beneath her thin veil her beautiful face was set and pale as that of an alabaster statue.

Indeed she might have been not a lovely living woman, but the goddess Isis herself whose symbols she bore about her.
"Shabaka," said Pharaoh at length, "the Royal Lady of Egypt, Amada, priestess of Isis, has somewhat to say to you." "Let the Royal Lady of Egypt speak on to her servant and affianced husband," I answered.
"Count Shabaka, General of the armies," she began in a cold clear voice like to that of one who repeats a lesson, "learn that you are no more my affianced husband and that I who am gathered again to Isis the divine, am no more your affianced wife." "I do not understand.

Will it please you to be more plain ?" I said faintly.
"I will be more plain, Count Shabaka, more plain than you have been with me.

Since we speak together for the last time it is well that I should be plain.

Hear me.