See how the priests of her time, and those after it tried to wipe out her name from the face of the earth, and put a curse over the very door of her tomb so that none might ever discover the lost name.  Ay, and they succeeded so well that even Manetho, the historian of the Egyptian Kings, writing in the tenth century before Christ, with all the lore of the priesthood for forty centuries behind him, and with possibility of access to every existing record, could not even find her name.  Did it strike any of you, in thinking of the late events, who or what her Familiar was?” There was an interruption, for Doctor Winchester struck one hand loudly on the other as he ejaculated: 

“The cat!  The mummy cat!  I knew it!” Mr. Trelawny smiled over at him.

“You are right!  There is every indication that the Familiar of the Wizard Queen was that cat which was mummied when she was, and was not only placed in her tomb, but was laid in the sarcophagus with her.  That was what bit into my wrist, what cut me with sharp claws.”  He paused.  Margaret’s comment was a purely girlish one: 

“Then my poor Silvio is acquitted!  I am glad!” Her father stroked her hair and went on: 

“This woman seems to have had an extraordinary foresight.  Foresight far, far beyond her age and the philosophy of her time.  She seems to have seen through the weakness of her own religion, and even prepared for emergence into a different world.  All her aspirations were for the North, the point of the compass whence blew the cool invigorating breezes that make life a joy.  From the first, her eyes seem to have been attracted to the seven stars of the Plough from the fact, as recorded in the hieroglyphics in her tomb, that at her birth a great aerolite fell, from whose heart was finally extracted that Jewel of Seven Stars which she regarded as the talisman of her life.  It seems to have so far ruled her destiny that all her thought and care circled round it.  The Magic Coffer, so wondrously wrought with seven sides, we learn from the same source, came from the aerolite.  Seven was to her a magic number; and no wonder.  With seven fingers on one hand, and seven toes on one foot.  With a talisman of a rare ruby with seven stars in the same position as in that constellation which ruled her birth, each star of the seven having seven points—­in itself a geological wonder—­it would have been odd if she had not been attracted by it.  Again, she was born, we learn in the Stele of her tomb, in the seventh month of the year—­the month beginning with the Inundation of the Nile.  Of which month the presiding Goddess was Hathor, the Goddess of her own house, of the Antefs of the Theban line—­the Goddess who in various forms symbolises beauty, and pleasure, and resurrection.  Again, in this seventh month—­which, by later Egyptian astronomy began on October 28th, and ran to the 27th of our November—­on the seventh day the Pointer of the Plough just rises above the horizon of the sky at Thebes.