It is too late to fly, for every way is closed.

The High Gods have spoken, and I will do their bidding!" Then, extending her white, jewelled arms toward the mummy, she cried in a deeper, harsher tone: "O Nefer, my Prince and my love! There lives no man in Khem who shall take thy place beside me, or usurp the throne that should have been thine.

I have sinned, but I repent me of the wrong.

Lo, now I come and bring thee a goodly sacrifice to cheer thine angry heart--my lord, my love, I come!" Held by the triple spell of guilt and fear and wonder, they listened to these terrible words in silence, white horror sitting on their blanching cheeks and brows.
As she ceased she raised her arms above her head, a golden cup full-crowned between her glittering hands.

A moment she held it aloft, then dashed it to the floor, and cried in a voice that rang like the laughter of devils through the awful silence: "Come, Kefa, come, and bear me to my lord!" The goddess answered in a mighty rush and roar of waters, long pent and swiftly loosed.