"There is Amon-Ra, Father of the gods, of whom all other gods have their being, and from whom they draw their strength.

Yonder his statue sits in the sanctuary of his ancient temple.

Let your god stir him from his place! But what will you bring forward against the majesty of Amon-Ra ?" "My God has no statues, Princess, and his place is in the hearts of men, or so I have been taught by his prophets.

I have nothing to bring forward in this war save that which must be offered in all wars--my life." "What do you mean ?" asked Seti, astounded.
"I mean that I, unfriended and alone, will enter the presence of Amon-Ra in his chosen sanctuary, and in the name of my God will challenge him to kill me, if he can." We stared at her, and Userti exclaimed: "If he can! Hearken now to this blasphemer, and do you, Seti, accept her challenge as hereditary high-priest of the god Amon?
Let her life pay forfeit for her sacrilege." "And if the great god Amon cannot, or does not deign to kill you, Lady, how will that prove that your god is greater than he ?" asked the Prince.
"Perhaps he might smile and in his pity, let the insult pass, as your god did by me." "Thus it shall be proved, your Highness.

If naught happens to me, or if I am protected from anything that does happen, then I will dare to call upon my god to work a sign and a wonder, and to humble Amon-Ra before your eyes." "And if your god should also smile and let the matter pass, Lady, as he did by me the other day when his priests called upon him, what shall we have learned as to his strength, or as to that of Amon-Ra ?" "O Prince, you will have learned nothing.