Next moment she had recovered the _sistrum_ and passed on with her head bowed.

Nor did she lift her eyes to look back.
"Begone, man!" cried a priest, "Begone, whoever you may be.

Because you wear Eastern armour do you think that you can dare the curse of Isis ?" Then I fell back, the holy image of the goddess passed and the procession vanished through the pylon gate.

I, Shabaka the Egyptian, stood by my horse and watched it depart.

I was happy because the lady Amada was alive, well, and more beautiful than ever; also because she had shown signs of joy and confusion at seeing me again.