THE SHRINE OF THE GOLDEN HAWK. ❦ ❦ ❦ _The Priest of the Waters is seated. Enter the Priest of the Harvests._ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ _The Priest of Harvests._ Our Master finishes his work to-night. _The Priest of Waters._ At last! Each day his spirit becomes more charged with lonely suspicion. I doubt sometimes if this act of faith will bear good fruit for us. _The Priest of Harvests._ Do not fear. Gebuel, being a great magician and our master, has promised us the victory. Even the Majesty of Egypt, whose name shakes our land, is to be overcome. _The Priest of Waters._ Gebuel shall overcome Zozer, the enemy of our arts. _The Priest of Harvests._ Hark! did you not hear the distant thunder? Which of us has dared name the king of Egypt for these many years? _The Priest of Waters._ Pah! He, whom I have named, is the enemy of our arts. When I cursed the land of Egypt with a great flood, he opened watercourses, and the evil became a good, and the desert was no longer waste. _The Priest of Harvests._ The curse of famine, which I laid upon the land of Egypt, was unavailing. I cursed the land when he, whom you have named, was using the strength of his people to build the pyramid of six heights and four sides as a tower of magic; for it is raised above that chamber which lies empty, hidden deep in the earth, waiting for the divine secret which is to manifest in its depths and make full its vacancy. _The Priest of Waters._ Curse the king over Egypt, for he has wrought so that our power falls from us. _The Priest of Harvests._ Curse the king over Egypt, for he has annulled the ancient law to which all the works of men have been obedient! He has made bread from the substance of heaven; wherewith he fed his people when it was my will that they should starve. _The Priest of Waters._ To-night great Gebuel will bless the talisman of Heru, for the power of Heru is supreme: and if his godhead is on our side, not even the Egyptian himself can work against our will. _The Priest of Harvests._ The fire of Heru will take the form of the Golden Hawk; and his wings shall stretch out, and he shall hover over the secret place which Gebuel, blessed be he, has made of precious stones and rare metals. And our ancient glory shall be given to us once more. _The Priest of Waters._ So long as the Golden Hawk is with us, victory is with us. _The Priest of Harvests._ Only the taking from us of the Golden Hawk can take victory from us. _Gebuel_ (_without_). Ruler of the rivers and the floods, prepare for the coming of the Hawk of the North!