It was that of Isis, who held at her breast the infant Horus.
"O friend Ana," cried Merapi, "give help.

They are dressing me in strange garments." I tried to get near to her but was thrust back, a voice, which I thought to be that of Ki, saying: "On your life, fool!" Presently a lamp was held up, and by the light of it I saw Merapi seated in a chair dressed like a goddess, in the sacerdotal robes of Isis and wearing the vulture cap headdress--beautiful exceedingly.

In her arms was the child dressed as the infant Horus.
"Pray for us, Mother Isis," cried thousands of voices, "that the curse of blackness may be removed." Then she prayed, saying: "O my God, take away this curse of blackness from these innocent people," and all of those present, repeated her prayer.
At that moment the sky began to lighten and in less than half an hour the sun shone out.

When Merapi saw how she and the child were arrayed she screamed aloud and tore off her jewelled trappings, crying: "Woe! Woe! Woe! Great woe upon the people of Egypt!" But in their joy at the new found light few hearkened to her who they were sure had brought back the sun.

Again Laban appeared for a moment.
"Witch! Traitress!" he cried.