Then the eyes of the statue seemed to cease to roll, the wind ceased to blow, and again there was silence.
Merapi stooped, lifted the wimple, replaced it on her head, found the scarabaeus clasp, and very quietly, as a woman who was tiring herself might do, made it fast in its place again, a sight at which I heard Userti gasp.
For a long while we waited.

Watching the faces of the congregation, I saw amazement and doubt on those of the priests, rage on that of Ki, and on Seti's the flicker of a little smile.

Merapi's eyes were closed as though she were asleep.

At length she opened them, and turning her head towards the Prince said: "O high-priest of Amon-Ra, has your god worked his will on me, or must I wait longer before I call upon my God ?" "Do what you will or can, woman, and make an end, for almost it is the moment of dawn when the temple worship opens." Then Merapi clasped her hands, and looking upwards, prayed aloud very sweetly and simply, saying: "O God of my fathers, trusting in Thee, I, a poor maid of Thy people Israel, have set the life Thou gavest me in Thy Hand.

If, as I believe, Thou art the God of gods, I pray Thee show a sign and a wonder upon this god of the Egyptians, and thereby declare Thine Honour and keep my breath within my breast.