_The Ka._ She moves in the dance as one who sees a splendour which is beyond the eye of man. Her limbs shine in the nimbus of the Hawk of Glory. She is more golden than the talisman upon her breast. She is here! (_Dances._) She is around me! (_Dances._) Her substance is not mortal! (_Dances._) She is around me; the flames sweep over me, and the shadows of time pass away! (_Dances._) Nectoris, my sister soul, the victory is won! (_Dances, and passes into the shrine._) _Gebuel_ (_enters and looks round_). Yet another vigil broken! Heru has chosen his victim. He has called her into the shrine that he may slay her. One more mortal light put out by the light of the gods! (_Nectoris appears at the door of the shrine, radiant, looking younger and full of exultation. The amulet is on her breast._) _Gebuel._ You are not slain before the face of Heru? _Nectoris._ I am not slain! _Gebuel._ How have you, being unveiled, looked upon his face? _Nectoris._ I look unharmed upon the face of the god because his eyes are my eyes, and his power is my power, his spirit is my spirit. I am an Egyptian and mistress of the mysteries. I have become one with Heru, for I have eaten of his substance and I have drunk of his spirit, and I am henceforth ruler of the holy places. Whoso is made one with the gods makes their holy places desolate, and himself becomes their sanctuary; and his being is greater than theirs, being made of their own substance. For he has devoured their mystical rites and symbols, he has swallowed their shining forms, he has eaten the power and wisdom of every god, and the period of his life is eternity! _Gebuel._ Let the presence of Heru seal your blasphemous lips! _Nectoris._ Yes, you are in the presence of the Flame of Life. I, a woman of Egypt, have been chosen to pierce this mystery, and have entered into the shrine of the Golden One, and his fires have not burned, neither has his eye wounded me. The wise sister of my spirit enfolded me in safety, and gathered about me the shining garment of Heru. Enter in, O magician, and look upon the place of flame. Enter into the empty shrine which has yielded its treasure to me. The Golden Hawk is on my breast as a sign. Heru has put his finger upon me and marked me for his own, and I am Egypt. I go to my own country that I may sit on the throne and give wisdom and exultation of heart to my people.