She looked neither to right nor left of her.

Once only she glanced at the towering statue of the god that frowned above, then with a little shiver, fixed her eyes upon the pattern of the floor.
"What does she look like ?" whispered Bakenkhonsu to me.
"A corpse made ready for the embalmers," I answered.
He shook his great head.
"Then a bride made ready for her husband." Again he shook his head.
"Then a priestess about to read from the roll of Mysteries." "Now you have it, Ana, and to understand what she reads, which few priestesses ever do.

Also all three answers were right, for in this woman I seem to see doom that is Death, life that is Love, and spirit that is Power.

She has a soul which both Heaven and Earth have kissed." "Aye, but which of them will claim her in the end ?" "That we may learn before the dawn, Ana.

Hush! the fight begins." The head-priest, Roi, advanced and, standing before the god, sprinkled his feet with water and with perfume.