Morning Star by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard
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likeness thou art fashioned waste also.' Having spoken thus, hold the
legs of the image over the flame of a lamp until it be half melted, and convey the rest of it away to your own sleeping-place and hide it there. So it shall come about that during that night the nerves and muscles in the legs of Pharaoh will wither and grow useless to him, and he be paralysed and unable to stir. Afterwards, if it be needful, I will tell you more." Now, bold though she was, Merytra grew afraid. "I cannot do it," she said, "it is black sorcery against one who is a god, and will bring my soul to hell. Find some other instrument, or place the waxen imp in the bed of Pharaoh yourself, Kaku." The face of the magician grew fierce and cruel. "Come with me, Merytra," he said, and taking her by the wrist he led her to the open window-place whence he observed the stars. So giddy was the height at the top of this lofty tower that the houses beneath looked small and far away, and the sky quite near. "Behold Memphis and the Nile, and the wide lands of Egypt gleaming in the moonlight, and the Pyramids of the ancient kings. You wish to rule over all these, like myself--do you not, Merytra?--and if you obey me you shall do so." "And if I do not obey?" "Then I will throw my spell upon you, and your senses shall leave you |
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