Thine be the burden, Harmachis, as thine in the event shall be the glory or the shame.

Little do I reck of the issue, I who am but the Minister of what is written.
Now hear me: I will always be with thee, my son, for my love once given can never be taken away, though by sin it may seem lost to thee.
Remember then this: if thou dost triumph, thy guerdon shall be great; if thou dost fail, heavy indeed shall be thy punishment both in the flesh and in the land that thou callest Amenti.

Yet this for thy comfort: shame and agony shall not be eternal.

For however deep the fall from righteousness, if but repentance holds the heart, there is a path--a stony and a cruel path--whereby the height may be climbed again.

Let it not be thy lot to follow it, Harmachis! "And now, because thou hast loved Me, my son, and, wandering through the maze of fable, wherein men lose themselves upon the earth, mistaking the substance for the Spirit, and the Altar for the God, hast yet grasped a clue of Truth the Many-faced; and because I love thee and look on to the day that, perchance, shall come when thou shalt dwell blessed in my light and in the doing of my tasks: because of this, I say, it shall be given to thee, O Harmachis, to hear the Word whereby I may be summoned from the Uttermost, by one who hath communed with Me, and to look upon the face of Isis--even into the eyes of the Messenger, and not die the death.
"_Behold!_" The sweet Voice ceased; the dark cloud upon the altar changed and changed--it grew white, it shone, and seemed at length to take the shrouded shape of a woman.