“I think,” said the poet, laying his hand on his friend’s shoulder, “that we have no reason to fear disputes.  So far they have been the cement, the refreshing dew of our friendship.”

“So long as they treated of ideas only, and not of deeds.”

“You intend to get possession of a human heart!” cried the poet.  “Think of what you are doing!  The heart is the vessel of that effluence of the universal soul, which lives in us.”

“Are you so sure of that?” cried the physician with some irritation, “then give me the proof.  Have you ever examined a heart, has any one member of my profession done so?  The hearts of criminals and prisoners of war even are declared sacred from touch, and when we stand helpless by a patient, and see our medicines work harm as often as good, why is it?  Only because we physicians are expected to work as blindly as an astronomer, if he were required to look at the stars through a board.  At Heliopolis I entreated the great Urma Rahotep, the truly learned chief of our craft, and who held me in esteem, to allow me to examine the heart of a dead Amu; but he refused me, because the great Sechet leads virtuous Semites also into the fields of the blessed.

     [According to the inscription accompanying the famous
     representations of the four nations (Egyptians, Semites, Libyans,
     and Ethiopians) in the tomb of Seti I.]

And then followed all the old scruples:  that to cut up the heart of a beast even is sinful, because it also is the vehicle of a soul, perhaps a condemned and miserable human soul, which before it can return to the One, must undergo purification by passing through the bodies of animals.  I was not satisfied, and declared to him that my great-grandfather Nebsecht, before he wrote his treatise on the heart, must certainly have examined such an organ.  Then he answered me that the divinity had revealed to him what he had written, and therefore his work had been accepted amongst the sacred writings of Toth,

     [Called by the Greeks “Hermetic Books.”  The Papyrus Ebers is the
     work called by Clemens of Alexandria “the Book of Remedies.”]

which stood fast and unassailable as the laws of the world; he wished to give me peace for quiet work, and I also, he said, might be a chosen spirit, the divinity might perhaps vouchsafe revelations to me too.  I was young at that time, and spent my nights in prayer, but I only wasted away, and my spirit grew darker instead of clearer.  Then I killed in secret—­first a fowl, then rats, then a rabbit, and cut up their hearts, and followed the vessels that lead out of them, and know little more now than I did at first; but I must get to the bottom of the truth, and I must have a human heart.”

“What will that do for you?” asked Pentaur; “you cannot hope to perceive the invisible and the infinite with your human eyes?”

“Do you know my great-grandfather’s treatise?”