The sanctuary was filled with gloom, till presently the first rays of the rising sun struck upon the roof.

They fell down, down, as minute followed minute, till at length they rested like a sword of flame upon the statue of Amon-Ra.

Once more that statue seemed to move.

I thought that it lifted its stone arms to protect its head.

Then in a moment with a rending noise, its mighty mass burst asunder, and fell in small dust about the throne, almost hiding it from sight.
"Behold my God has answered me, the most humble of His servants," said Merapi in the same sweet and gentle voice.