And while I stood guessing at what the book might hold within, Heru, the princess, came tripping in to me, and with the abrupt familiarity of her kind, laid a velvet hand upon my wrist, conned the title over to herself.
"What does it say, sweet girl ?" I asked.

"The matter is learned, by its feel," and that maid, pursing up her pretty lips, read the title to me--"The Secret of the Gods." "The Secret of the Gods," I murmured.

"Was it possible other worlds had struggled hopelessly to come within the barest ken of that great knowledge, while here the same was set to catch a mouse with ?" I said, "Silver-footed, sit down and read me a passage or two," and propping the mighty volume upon a table drew a bench before it and pulled her down beside me.
"Oh! a horrid, dry old book for certain," cried that lady, her pink fingertips falling as lightly on the musty leaves as almond petals on March dust.

"Where shall I begin?
It is all equally dull." "Dip in," was my answer.

"'Tis no great matter where, but near the beginning.