I, who stand here, am your servant to command, O Morning-Star, O Amen's royal child." Tua sat up in her bed and laughed at the vision.
"My will!" she said.

"O Dream, why do you mock me?
Let me think.

What is my will?
Well, Dream, it is that of the beggar at the gate--I desire a drink of water, and a crust of bread." "They are there," answered the figure, pointing with the crystal sceptre in her hand to the table beside the couch.
Idly enough Tua looked, and so it was! On the table stood pure water in a silver cup, and by it cakes of bread upon a golden platter.

She stretched out her hand, for surely this fantasy was pleasant, and took that ghost of a silver cup, her own cup that Pharaoh had given her as a child, and brought it to her lips and drank, and lo! water pure and cold flowed down her throat, until at length even her raging thirst was satisfied.

Then she stretched out her hand again, and took the loaves of bread, and ate them hungrily till all were gone, and as she swallowed the last of them, exclaimed in bitter shame: "Oh! what a selfish wretch am I who have drunk and eaten all, leaving nothing for my foster-mother, Asti, who lies asleep, and dies of want as I did." "Fear not," answered the Dream.