For, since to all the Brood of Earth Death hands his poppy-flowers, he indeed is happy to whom there is occasion given to weave them in a crown of glory.

And how can a man die better than in a great endeavour to strike the gyves from his Country's limbs so that she again may stand in the face of Heaven and raise the shrill shout of Freedom, and, clad once more in a panoply of strength, trample under foot the fetters of her servitude, defying the tyrant nations of the earth to set their seal upon her brow?
"Khem calls thee, Harmachis.

Come then, thou Deliverer; leap like Horus from the firmament, break her chains, scatter her foes, and rule a Pharaoh on Pharaoh's Throne----" "Enough, enough!" I cried, while the long murmur of applause swept about the columns and up the massy walls.

"Enough; is there any need to adjure me thus?
Had I a hundred lives, would I not most gladly lay them down for Egypt ?" "Well said, well said!" answered Sepa.

"Now go forth with the woman yonder, that she may make thy hands clean before they touch the sacred emblems, and anoint thy brow before it is encircled of the diadem." And so I went into a chamber apart with the old wife, Atoua.