Well, she believed she had the strength, although, as yet, she had never called it to her aid.
Also this thing could not be done alone.

Tua thought a while, then going to the door of her chamber she bade a woman who waited without summon to her the Lady Asti, priestess of Amen, Interpreter of Heaven.

Presently Asti came, for now, as always, she was in attendance upon the new-crowned queen, a tall and noble-looking woman with fine-cut features and black hair, that although she was fifty years of age, still showed no trace of grey.
"I was in the Sanctuary when your Majesty summoned me," she said, pointing to the sacred robe she wore.

"Let your Majesty pardon me, therefore, if I have been long in coming," and she bowed low before her.
But the Queen lifted her up and kissed her, saying, "I am weary of those high titles whereof I have heard more than enough to-day.

Call me Tua, O my mother, for so you have ever been to me, from whose breast I drew the milk of life." "What ails you, my child ?" asked Asti.