Well, why not? What had I to do with him or any man? Yet of a sudden I grew weary of the world and almost wished that the /Holy Fire/ had rammed the /Hapi/ and not the /Hapi/ the /Holy Fire/.
Yonder behind us a thousand men were now at peace beneath the sea. Being overwrought with all that I had endured and seen, almost I could have wished that I, too, was at peace beneath the sea, sleeping for ever, or perchance to wake again nursed in the holy arms of Isis.
In the cabin sat my master, the prophet Noot, staring through the open doorway at the infinite blue of heaven above, as I knew that he had done during all that fearsome fight.
He smiled when he saw me and asked,
"Whence come you, Daughter, and why do your eyes shine like stars?"
"I come from the sight of the death of men, my Fath
