She rubbed her eyes and looked.
There was the sleeping Asti; there on the table beside her were the water and the bread; there at the foot of the couch, glimmering in the low lights of dawn, was the glorious figure of herself draped in the splendid robes.
"Who, and what are you ?" she cried.

"Are you a god or a spirit, or are you but a mocking vision caught in the web of my madness ?" "I am none of these things, O Morning-Star, I am yourself.

I am that Ka whom our father Amen gave to you at birth to dwell with you and protect you.

Do you not remember me when as a child we played together ?" "I remember," answered Tua.

"You warned me of the danger of the sacred crocodile in the Temple tank, but since then I have never seen you.