"Thou didst speak of Pharaoh and the double crown and of the form fashioned by Ptah to bear it; is it not so ?" "Yea, yea--part of the spell, thou fool; and what can one swear by better nowadays than by the Divine Pharaoh the Piper, whom, and whose music, may the Gods preserve to charm this happy land ?--what better than by the double crown he wears--grace to great Alexander of Macedonia?
By the way, you know about everything: have they got back his chlamys yet, which Mithridates took to Cos?
Pompey wore it last, didn't he ?--in his triumph, too--just fancy Pompey in the cloak of Alexander!--a puppy-dog in a lion's skin! And talking of lions--look what this lad hath done--slain a lion with his own spear; and right glad you village folks should be to see it, for it was a very fierce lion--just see his teeth and his claws--his claws!--they are enough to make a poor silly old woman like me shriek to look at them! And the body there, the dead body--the lion slew it.

Alack! he's an Osiris[*] now, the body--and to think of it, but an hour ago he was an everyday mortal like you or me! Well, away with him to the embalmers.

He'll soon swell in the sun and burst, and that will save them the trouble of cutting him open.

Not that they will spend a talent of silver over him anyway.

Seventy days in natron--that's all he's likely to get.