That Danbazzar could make himself understood in the long dead language known to Zalithea had been already proved. It was one further item of evidence showing his knowledge of Egyptology to be masterful. “I know very few words,” he admitted, “and until to-day I couldn’t tell if my pronunciation was understandable. Others have claimed to know how to speak the language. But no living man for a thousand-odd years back has been able to prove it! I shall have to try to talk to her. She is sure to be frightened. I expect she’ll be as weak as a kitten. And it’s going to be no easy job to carry her up past that broken door.” “Let me help!” said John Cumberland eagerly. Danbazzar shook his head. “Just stand by with the litter,” he directed. “The fewer strange faces she sees the better. I can manage alone.” But the wonder of Egypt’s sunset was stealing over the Valleys before the litter was borne down the _wâdi_ to the tent and a slight, muffled figure tenderly carried inside. Barry was wild to see her. Danbazzar would not consent. “She’s frightened to death,” he said, “poor little girl. When she saw old Safîyeh she just fell into her arms and hid her face against her.” Professor Blackwell looked up. They were seated in the big tent. “I have been endeavouring to do as you requested,” he said. “But to prescribe any routine or diet for such a patient is quite beyond my powers. I have somewhat recovered from the first shock, however, and I am prepared to give her an examination at any time that may be convenient.” “When she has bathed and recovered from the journey,” Danbazzar replied, “I should like you to see her. I think I have made her understand that the High Priest is coming.” “The High Priest!” exclaimed Professor Blackwell. “Well, you must remember,” said Danbazzar, “the priests were the doctors in her time. And I figured out that someone must have looked her over on the other occasions.” Professor Blackwell clutched his high brow. “I was about to say something insane,” he murmured. “I was going to ask if she seems to remember her last awakening. It suddenly occurred to me that this took place roughly three thousand years ago!” “Yet she _does_ seem to remember it,” Danbazzar declared. “What!” cried John Cumberland. “You have gathered this?” Danbazzar inclined his head in that graceful manner which was his. “I’m not certain,” he confessed. “But I think so. I realize I only know enough of her language to act as a link. From this we must build up and teach her English as though she were a child. Her difficulties are going to be worse than those of an ordinary foreigner. We shall never be able to find any analogies! The objects, the customs--all are different.” Hassan es-Sugra, it appeared, had been prepared for the coming of the mythical sheik’s daughter. He expressed no surprise on his return from Kurna, nor did he inquire what had become of her escort.