Then from the edge of the cloud sprang out a ray of light that lay straight and narrow above us on the heavens.

Seti studied it a while and said: "Tell me, O Ana, of what does that moonbeam put you in mind ?" "Of a sword, O Prince," I answered, "stretched out over Egypt and held in the black hand of some mighty god or spirit.

See, there is the blade from which fall little clouds like drops of blood, there is the hilt of gold, and look! there beneath is the face of the god.

Fire streams from his eyebrows and his brow is black and awful.

I am afraid, though what I fear I know not." "You have a poet's mind, Ana.