Is it in your mind to kill me in my sleep, Asti?
Is that your command?
Well, if so, I shall not blame you, for then I will break this long fast of mine with Pharaoh and the divine mother, Ahura, who bore me, and together in the pleasant Fields of Peace we will wait for Rames, my lover and your son.

Being a queen, they will give my burial in my father's tomb, and that is all I crave of them, and of this weary world.

Sing me to rest, Nurse, as you were wont to do when I was little, and, if it be your will, tarry not long behind me." So she laid herself down upon the bed, and, taking her hand that had grown so thin, the tall and noble Asti bent over her in the darkness, and began to sing a gentle chant or lullaby.
Tua's eyes closed, her breath came slow and deep.

Then Asti the magician ceased her song and, gathering up her secret strength, put out her prayers, prayer after prayer, till at length all her soul was pure, and she dared to utter the awful spell that Ahura had whispered in her ear.
At the muttered, holy words wild voices cried through the night, the solid pylon rocked, and in the city the crystal globe into which Kaku and Merytra gazed was suddenly shattered between them, and, white with terror at he knew not what, Abi sprang from his couch.
Then Asti also sank into sleep or swoon, and all was silent in that chamber, silent as the grave.
Neter-Tua awoke.

Through the pylon window-place crept the first grey light of dawn.