_The Priest of Waters._ Here I obey, great Gebuel. _Gebuel._ Ruler of the Harvests and the Famines, prepare for the coming of the Hawk of the North! _The Priest of Harvests._ Here I obey, great Gebuel. (_Gebuel enters, carrying the enamelled pectoral of the Golden Hawk._) _Gebuel._ Let the ruler of the floods and of the storms stand on my right hand. (_The Priest of Waters brings libation vase to his right._) _Gebuel._ Let the ruler of the harvest and the famines stand on my left hand. (_The Priest of Harvests brings corn and a cone of bread to his left._) _Gebuel._ Take the perfected talisman of the Golden Hawk between your hands while I invoke Heru, who rests upon the central pillar of the world! Heru, whose four servers uphold the shining adamantine heavens! Heru, who has sent forth his retinue to the uttermost limits of the earth, and remains solitary in the midst whilst they wind the magic cord on the circle of the wheel. Heru, the axletree of flame, the source of the fire of life! (_The priests each hold one side of the pectoral while Gebuel rests his hands on their shoulders and prays._) _Gebuel._ O Ancient, before all time! Supreme Ruler over the work of That Mighty Countenance which speaks the Word of Life! Pour thy golden fire into this Golden Hawk now coming into being. I have made thee in the image of the mountain hawk which thou hast chosen to be thy symbol because of his fearless eye, which alone can affront the eye of heaven. Thou hast commanded, and I have made thy visible image in unchanging gold. May thy chosen ones rejoice in its presence, feeling the spirit of peace resting upon them. (_Removes his hands from the shoulders of the priests._) Lift the bolt of the doors of the sanctuary. (_Priests go out. Gebuel holds the pectoral on high. Priests return._) _Priests._ It is done, mighty one. (_Gebuel stands before the door. The priests kneel on either side of him._)