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Once again I woke -- to find myself stretched at length upon the stone flooring of the Holy Place of Isis that is at Abouthis. By me stood the old Priest of the Mysteries, and in his hand was a lamp. He bent over me, and gazed earnestly upon my face.
"It is day -- the day of thy new birth, and thou hast lived to see it, Harmachis! " he said at length. "I give thanks. Arise, royal Harmachis -- nay, tell me naught of that which has befallen thee. Arise, beloved of the Holy Mother. Come forth, thou who hast passed the fire and learned what lies behind the darkness -- come forth, O newly-born!"