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NOT the holy carpet as it lies upon the black tomb of the Prophet; not the vestal virgins in their guarded cells; not any mystic thing or being of any tribe of people; none of these is, or was, more sacred than the tchu. This Sanders learnt on a morning following the visitation of such a divinity. Because she had put upon his forehead -- he washed it off, and needed turpentine for the purpose -- a mark which told all the world that he had been sealed to sacrifice, Sanders felt no reverence for the virgin, but he had a wholesome respect for her mistress, the Devil Woman of Limbi.
"Bit of a mystery, dear old Excellency."