I'll make 'em bear like a twenty-year-old palm.

But then, you see, you must know what to say--that's the point--everything comes to a point at last.

_La! la!_" Now, when I heard all this, I, Harmachis, put my hand to my head, not knowing if I dreamed.

But presently looking up, I saw a grey-haired man among those who were gathered together, who watched us sharply, and afterwards I learned that this man was the spy of Ptolemy, the very man, indeed, who had wellnigh caused me to be slain of Pharaoh when I was in my cradle.

Then I understood why Atoua spoke so foolishly.
"Thine are strange spells, old wife," the spy said.