Tua walked to the outermost edge of the tower and stood there waiting the end.

It was the moment of dawn.

On the eastern horizon the red rim of the sun arose out of the desert in a clear sky.

There upon that lofty pinnacle, clad in shining mail, and wearing a helm shaped like the crown of Lower Egypt, Tua stood in its glorious rays that turned her to a figure of fire set above a world of shadow.

The thousands of the people watching from the streets below, and from boats upon the Nile, saw her, and raised a shout of wonder and of adoration.
"The Daughter of Amen-Ra!" they cried.