These minute symptoms seemed to her so alarming that she ceased to dread assassination, but straightway she sat down before a mirror, and told her servants to withdraw and leave her. At such times she thought neither of Rameses nor the hated Sarah; all her attention was fixed on those spots which an untrained eye would not have even noticed. "A spot--yes, these are spots," whispered she, full of terror. "Two, three-- O Astaroth, but thou wilt not punish thy priestess in this way! Death would be better-- But again what folly! If I rub my forehead, the spots will be redder. Evidently something has bitten me, or I have used impure oil in anointing. I will wash, and the spots will be gone by to-morrow." The morrow came, but the spots had not vanished. Kama called a servant. "Listen!" said she. "Look at me!" But as she spoke she sat down in a less lighted part of the chamber. "Listen and look!" said she, in a stifled voice. "Dost thou see spots on my face? But come no nearer." "I see nothing," answered the serving-woman. "Neither under my left eye nor on my brows?" asked she, with growing irritation. "Let the lady be pleased graciously to sit with the side of her face to the light," said the woman. Of course that request enraged Kama. "Away, wretch," cried she; "show thyself no more to me!" When the serving-woman fled, her mistress rushed feverishly to the dressing-table, opened two little toilet jars, and with a brush painted her face rose-color. Toward evening, feeling continual pain in her joints and fear in her heart, which was worse than pain, she commanded to call a physician. When they told her that the physician had come, she looked at the mirror, and was seized by a new attack, as it were of insanity. She threw the mirror to the pavement, and cried out with weeping that she did not need the physician. During the sixth of Hator she ate nothing all day and would see no person. When the slave woman brought in a light after sundown, Kama lay on the bed, after she had wound herself in a shawl. She ordered the slave to go out as quickly as possible; then she sat in an armchair at a distance from the lamp, and passed some hours in a half-waking stupor. "There are no spots," said she, "and if there are, they are not spots of that kind! They are not leprosy. O ye gods!" cried she, throwing herself on the pavement. "It cannot be that I-- O ye gods, save me! I will go back to the temple; I will do lifelong penance-- I have no spots. I have been rubbing my skin for some days; that is why it is red. Again, how could I have it; has any one ever heard that a priestess and a woman of the heir to the throne could have leprosy? O ye gods! that never has happened since the world began. Only fishermen, prisoners, and vile Jews-- Oh, that low Jewess! Heavenly powers, oh, send down leprosy to her!"