Deep darkness and heavy silence lay upon Thebes, broken only by dogs howling at the stars and the occasional challenge of soldiers on the walls.

Side by side in their golden bed the wearied Pharaoh and his queen slept heavily.

Presently Ahura woke.

She started up in the bed; she stared at the darkness about her with frightened eyes; she stretched out her hand and clasping Pharaoh by the arm, whispered in a thrilling voice, "Awake, awake! I have that which I must tell you." Pharaoh roused himself, for there was something in Ahura's voice which swept away the veils of sleep.
"What has chanced, Ahura ?" he asked.
"O Pharaoh, I have dreamed a dream, if indeed it were but a dream.

It seemed to me that the darkness opened, and that standing in the darkness I saw a Glory which had neither shape nor form.