When we came nearer I saw why, for it was Amada herself.

Through the thin veil she wore I could see her dark and tender eyes set beneath the broad brow that was so full of thought, and the sweet, curved mouth that was like no other woman's.

Moreover there could be no doubt since the veil parting above her breast showed the birth-mark for which she was famous, the mark of the young moon, the sign of Isis.
I sprang from my horse and ran towards her.

She looked up and saw me.
At first she frowned, then her face grew wondering, then tender, and I thought that her red lips shaped my name.

Moreover in her confusion she let the _sistrum_ fall.
I muttered "Amada!" and stepped forward, but priests ran between us and thrust me away.