“But I will shorten my story.  I got well, but I got out of my bed thin and voiceless.  I had plenty of money, and I spent it in buying of everyone who professed magic in Thebes, potions to recover Assa’s love for me, or in paying for spells to be cast on him, or for magic drinks to destroy him.  I tried too to recover my voice, but the medicines I took for it made it rougher not sweeter.  Then an excommunicated priest, who was famous among the magicians, took me into his house, and there I learned many things; his old companions afterwards turned upon him, he came over here into the Necropolis, and I came with him.  When at last he was taken and hanged, I remained in his cave, and myself took to witchcraft.  Children point their fingers at me, honest men and women avoid me, I am an abomination to all men, nay to myself.  And one only is guilty of all this ruin—­the noblest gentleman in Thebes—­the pious Assa.

“I had practised magic for several years, and had become learned in many arts, when one day the gardener Sent, from whom I was accustomed to buy plants for my mixtures—­he rents a plot of ground from the temple of Seti—­Sent brought me a new-born child that had been born with six toes; I was to remove the supernumerary toe by my art.  The pious mother of the child was lying ill of fever, or she never would have allowed it; I took the screaming little wretch—­for such things are sometimes curable.  The next morning, a few hours after sunrise, there was a bustle in front of my cave; a maid, evidently belonging to a noble house, was calling me.  Her mistress, she said, had come with her to visit the tomb of her fathers, and there had been taken ill, and had given birth to a child.  Her mistress was lying senseless—­I must go at once, and help her.  I took the little six-toed brat in my cloak, told my slavegirl to follow me with water, and soon found myself—­as thou canst guess—­at the tomb of Assa’s ancestors.  The poor woman, who lay there in convulsions, was his daughter-in-law Setchem.  The baby, a boy, was as sound as a nut, but she was evidently in great danger.  I sent the maid with the litter, which was waiting outside, to the temple here for help; the girl said that her master, the father of the child, was at the war, but that the grandfather, the noble Assa, had promised to meet the lady Setchem at the tomb, and would shortly be coming; then she disappeared with the litter.  I washed the child, and kissed it as if it were my own.  Then I heard distant steps in the valley, and the recollection of the moment when I, lying at the point of death, had received that gift of money from Assa came over me, and then I do not know myself how it happened—­I gave the new-born grandchild of Assa to my slave-girl, and told her to carry it quickly to the cave, and I wrapped the little six-toed baby in my rags and held it in my lap.  There I sat—­and the minutes seemed hours, till Assa came up; and when he stood before me, grown grey, it is true, but still