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From: "Blue Resonant Human"
Originally to: iufo@xbn.shore.net
Original Date: Tue, 28 May 1996 06:15:05 GMT

CHAPTER IV

SO it came to pass that I no longer went out at all from the
presence of the goddess, save only to eat and to sleep. And the
favour of her was restored to the people, so that all men were
glad thereof.

For if any man murmured, he was slain incontinent, the people
being mindful of the famine and the disease, and being minded to
have no more of such, if it could by any means be avoided. They
were therefore exceeding punctual with their gifts.

But I was daily more afraid, being in a great sweat of passion,
of which I dared to speak to no man. Nor did I dare to speak
even privily in mine own heart thereof, lest I should discover
its nature. But I sent my favourite, the virgin Istarah (slim,
pallid, and trembling as a young lotus in the West Wind), with
my ring of office, to enquire of the old Magus of the well.

And he answered her by pointing upward to the sky and then
downward to the earth. And I read this Oracle as if it were
spoken "As above, so beneath." This came to me as I had flung
myself in despair at the feet of my Lady, covering them with my
tears; for by a certain manifest token I now knew that I had
done a thing that was so dreadful that even now -- these many
thousand years hence -- I dare hardly write it.

I loved the Veiled One.

Yea, with the fierce passion of a beast, of a man, of a god,
with my whole soul I loved her.

Even as I knew this by the manifest token the Veil burst into
a devouring flame; it ate up the robes of my office, lapping
them with its tongues of fire like a tigress lapping blood; yet
withal it burnt me not, nor singed one hair.

Thus naked I fled away in fear, and in my madness slipped and
fell into the pool of liquid silver, splashing it all over the
hall; and even as I fled that rosy cataract of flame that wrapt
me (from the Veil as it jetted) went out --- went out ----

The Veil was a dull web of gold, no more.

Then I crept fearfully to the feet of the goddess, and with
my tears and kisses sought to wake her into life once more. But
the Veil flamed not again; only a mist gathered about it and
filled the temple, and hid all things from my eyes.

Now then came Istarah my favourite back with the ring and the
message; and thinking that she brought bad news, I slit her
lamb's-throat with the magic sickle, and her asp's-tongue I
tore out with my hands, and threw it to the dogs and jackals.

Herein I erred sorely, for her news was good. Having
reflected thereon, I perceived its import.

For since the Veil flamed always at my assumption, it was
sure that I was in sympathy with that holy Veiled One.

If I were troubled, and knew not why; if my long peace were
stirred -- why then, so She!

"As above, so beneath!" For even as I, being man, sought to
grasp godhead and crush it in my arms, so She, the pure essence,
sought to manifest in form by love.

Yet I dared not repeat the ceremony at midnight.

Instead I lay prone, my arms outstretched in shame and pain,
on the steps at her feet.

And lo! the Veil flamed. Then I knew that She too blamed
Herself alike for her ardour and for her abstinence. Thus seven
days I lay, never stirring; and all that time the Veil flamed
subtly and softly, a steady bluish glow changing to green as my
thought changed from melancholy to desire.

Then on the eight day I rose and left the shrine and clad
myself in new robes, in robes of scarlet and gold, with a crown
of vine and bay and laurel and cypress. Also I purified myself
and proclaimed a banquet. And I made the priests and the
citizens, exceeding drunken. Then I called the guard, and
purged thoroughly the whole temple of all of them, charging the
captain on his life to let no man pass within. So that I should
be absolutely alone in the whole precincts of the temple.

Then like an old gray wolf I wandered round the outer court,
lifting up my voice in a mournful howl. And an undulation as of
one hundred thousand wolves answered me, yet deep and muffled,
as though it came from the very bowels of the earth.

Then at the hour of midnight I entered again the shrine and
performed the ritual.

As I went on I became inflamed with an infinite lust for the
Infinite; and now I let it leap unchecked, a very lion. Even so
the Veil glowed red as with some infernal fire. Now then I am
come to the moment of the Assumption; but instead of sitting
calm and cold, remote, aloof, I gather myself together, and
spring madly at the Veil, catching it in my two hands. Now the
Veil was of woven gold, three thousand twisted wires; a span
thick! Yet I put out my whole force to tear it across; and
(for she also put out her force) it rent with a roar as of
earthquake. Blinded I was with the glory of her face; I should
have fallen; but she caught me to her, and fixed her divine
mouth on mine, eating me up with the light of her eyes. Her
mouth moaned, her throat sobbed with love; her tongue thrust
itself into me as a shaft of sunlight smites into the palm-
groves; my robes fell shrivelled, and flesh to flesh we clung.
Then in some strange way she gripped me body and soul, twining
herself about me and within me even as Death that devoureth
mortal man.

Still, still my being increased; my consciousness expanded
until I was all Nature seen as one, felt as one, apprehended as
one, formed by me, part of me, apart from me -- all these things
at one moment -- and at the same time the ecstasy of love grew
colossal, a tower to scale the stars, a sea to drown the sun ...

I cannot write of this ...but in the streets people gathered
apples of gold that dropped from invisible boughs, and invisible
porters poured out wine for all, strange wine that healed
disease and old age, wine that, poured between the teeth of the
dead (so long as the embalmer had not begun his work), brought
them back from the dark kingdom to perfect health and youth.

As for me, I lay as one dead in the arms of the holy Veiled
One -- Veiled no more! -- while she took her pleasure of me ten
times, a thousand times. In that whirlwind of passion all my
strength was as a straw in the simoom.

Yet I grew not weaker but stronger. Though my ribs cracked, I
held firm. Presently indeed I stirred; it seemed as if her
strength had come to me. Thus I forced back her head and thrust
myself upon and into her even as a comet that impales the sun
upon its horn! And my breath came fast between my lips and hers;
her moan now faint, like a dying child, no more like a wild beast
in torment.

Even so, wild with the lust of conquest, I urged myself upon
her and fought against her. I stretched out her arms and forced
them to the ground; then I crossed them on her breast, so that
she was powerless. And I became like a mighty serpent of flame,
and wrapt her, crushed her in my coils.

I was the master! ...

Then grew a vast sound about me as of shouting: I grew conscious
of the petty universe, the thing that seems apart from oneself,

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From: "Blue Resonant Human"
Originally to: iufo@xbn.shore.net
Original Date: Tue, 28 May 1996 06:15:05 GMT

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so long as one is oneself apart from it.

Men cried "The temple is on fire! The temple of Asi the Veiled
One is burning! The mighty temple that gave its glory to Thebai
is aflame!

Then I loosed my coils and gathered myself together into the
form of a mighty hawk of gold and spake one last word to her, a
word to raise her from the dead!

But lo! not Asi, but Asar!

White was his garment, starred with red and blue and yellow.
Green was his Countenance, and in his hands he bore the crook
and scourge. Thus he rose, even as the temple fell about us in
ruins, and we were left standing there.

And I wist not what to say.

Now then the people of the city crowded in upon us, and for
the most part would have slain me.

But Thoth the mighty God, the wise one, with his Ibis-head, and
his nemyss of indigo, with his Ateph crown and his Phoenix wand
and with his Ankh of emerald, with his magic apron in the Three
colours; yea, Thoth, the God of Wisdom, whose skin is of tawny
orange as though it burned in a furnace, appeared visibly to all
of us. And the old Magus of the Well, whom no man had seen
outside his well for nigh threescore years, was found in the
midst: and he cried with a loud voice, saying:

"The Equinox of the Gods!"

And he went on to explain how it was that Nature should no
longer be the centre of man's worship, but Man himself, man in
his suffering and death, man in his purification and perfection.
And he recited the Formula of the Osiris as follows, even as it
hath been transmitted unto us by the Brethren of the Cross and
Rose unto this day:

"For Asar Un-nefer hath said:
He that is found perfect before the Gods hath said:
These are the elements of my body, perfected through suffering,
glorified through trial.

"For the Scent of the dying rose is the repressed sigh of my
suffering;
The Flame-Red fire is the energy of my undaunted Will;
The Cup of Wine is the outpouring of the blood of my heart,
sacrificed to regeneration;
And the Bread and Salt are the Foundations of my Body
Which I destroy in order that they may be renewed.

"For I am Asar triumphant, even Asar Un-nefer the Justified One!
I am He who is clothed with the body of flesh,
Yet in Whom is the Spirit of the mighty Gods.
I am the Lord of Life, triumphant over death; he who partaketh
with me shall arise with me.

"I am the manifestor in Matter of those whose abode is in the
Invisible.
I am purified: I stand upon the Universe: I am its Reconciler
with the eternal Gods: I am the Perfector of Matter; and without
me the Universe is not!"

All this he said, and displayed the sacraments of Osiris
before them all; and in a certain mystical manner did we all
symbolically partake of them. But for me! in the Scent of the
dying Rose I beheld rather the perfection of the love of my lady
the Veiled One, whom I had won, and slain in the winning!

Now, however, the old Magus clad me (for I was yet naked) in
the dress of a Priest of Osiris. He gave me the robes of white
Linen, and the leopard's skin, and the wand and ankh. Also he
gave me the crook and scourge, and girt me with the royal girdle.
On my head he set the holy Uraeus serpent for a crown; and
then, turning to the people, cried aloud:

"Behold the Priest of Asar in Thebai!
He shall proclaim unto ye the worship of Asar; see that ye
follow him!"

Then, ere one could cry "Hold!" he had vanished from our sight.

I dismissed the people; I was alone with the dead God; with
Osiris, the Lord of Amennti, the slain of Typhon, the devoured
of Apophis ...

Yea, verily, I was alone!

CHAPTER V

NOW then the great exhaustion took hold upon me, and I fell
at the feet of the Osiris as one dead. All knowledge of
terrestrial things was gone from me; I entered the kingdom of
the dead by the gate of the West. For the worship of Osiris is
to join the earth to the West; it is the cultus of the Setting
Sun. Through Isis man obtains strength of nature; through
Osiris he obtains the strength of suffering and ordeal, and as
the trained athlete is superior to the savage, so is the magic
of Osiris stronger than the magic of Isis. So by my secret
practices at night, while my guardians strove to smooth my
spirit to a girl's, had I found the power to bring about that
tremendous event, an Equinox of the Gods.

Just as thousands of years later was my secret revolt against
Osiris -- for the world had suffered long enough! -- destined to
bring about another Equinox in which Horus was to replace the
Slain One with his youth and vigour and victory.

I passed therefore into these glowing abodes of Amennti, clad
in thick darkness, while my body lay entranced at the feet of
the Osiris in the ruined temple.

Now the god Osiris sent forth his strange gloom to cover us,
lest the people should perceive or disturb; Therefore I lay
peacefully entranced, and abode in Amennti. There I confronted
the devouring god, and there was my heart weighed and found
perfect; there the two-and-forty Judges bade me pass through
the pylons they guarded; there I spoke with the Seven, and with
the Nine, and with the Thirty-Three; and at the end I came out
into the abode of the Holy Hathor, unto her mystical mountain,
and being there crowned and garlanded I rejoiced exceedingly,
coming out through the gate of the East, the Beautiful gate,
unto the Land of Khemi, and the city of Thebai, and the temple
that had been the temple of the Veiled One. There I rejoined my
body, making the magical links in the prescribed manner, and rose
up and did adoration to the Osiris by the fourfold sign. There-
fore the Light of Osiris began to dawn; it went about the city
whirling forth, abounding, crying aloud; whereat the people
worshipped, being abased with exceeding fear. Moreover, they
hearkened unto their wise men and brought gifts of gold, so that
the temple floor was heaped high; and gifts of oxen, so that the
courts of the temple could not contain them: and gifts of slaves,
as it were a mighty army.

Then I withdrew myself; and taking counsel with the wisest of
the priests and of the architects and of the sculptors, I gave
out my orders so that the temple might duly be builded. By the
favour of the god all things went smoothly enough; yet was I
conscious of some error in the working; or if you will, some
weakness in myself and my desire. Look you, I could not forget
the Veiled One, my days of silence and solitude with Her, the
slow dawn of our splendid passion, the climax of all that wonder
in her ruin!

So as the day approached for the consecration of the temple I
began to dread some great catastrophe. Yet all went well --
perhaps too well.

The priests and the people knew nothing of this, however.
For the god manifested exceptional favour; as a new god must do,
or how shall he establish his position? The harvest were
fourfold, the cattle eightfold; the women were all fertile --

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From: "Blue Resonant Human"
Originally to: iufo@xbn.shore.net
Original Date: Tue, 28 May 1996 06:15:05 GMT

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yea! barren women of sixty years bore twins! -- there was no
disease or sorrow in the city.

Mighty was the concourse of the citizens on the great day of
the consecration.

Splendid rose the temple, a fortress of black granite. The
columns were carved with wonderful images of all the gods
adoring Osiris; marvels of painting glittered on the walls; they
told the story of Osiris, of his birth, his life, his death at
the hands of Typhon, the search after his scattered members, the
birth of Horus and Harpocrates, the vengeance upon Typhon Seth,
the resurrection of Osiris.

The god himself was seated in a throne set back unto the wall.
It was of lapis-lazuli and amber, it was inlaid with emerald
and ruby. Mirrors of polished gold, of gold burnished with
dried poison of asps, so that the slaves who worked upon it
might die. For, it being unlawful for those mirrors to have
ever reflected any mortal countenance, the slaves were both
blinded and veiled; yet even so, it were best that they should
die.

At last the ceremony began. With splendid words, with words
that shone like flames, did I consecrate all that were there
present, even the whole city of Thebai.

And I made the salutation unto the attendant gods, very
forcibly, so that they responded with echoes of my adoration.
And Osiris accepted mine adoration with gladness as I journeyed
about at the four quarters of the temple.

Now cometh the mysterious ceremony of Assumption. I took
upon myself the form of the god: I strove to put my heart in
harmony with his.

Alas! alas! I was in tune with the dead soul of Isis; my
heart was as a flame of elemental lust and beauty; I could not
-- I could not. Then the heavens lowered and black clouds
gathered upon the Firmament of Nu. Dark flames of lightning
rent the clouds, giving no light. The thunder roared; the
people were afraid. In his dark shrine the Osiris gloomed,
displeasure on his forehead, insulted majesty in his eyes. Then
a pillar of dust whirled down from the vault of heaven, even
unto me as I stood alone, half-defiant, in the midst of the
temple while the priests and the people cowered and wailed afar
off. It rent the massy roof as it had been a thatch of straw,
whirling the blocks of granite far away into the Nile. It
descended, roaring and twisting, like a wounded serpent demon-
king in his death-agony; it struck me and lifted me from the
temple; it bore me through leagues of air into the desert; then
it dissolved and flung me contemptuously on a hill of sand.
Breathless and dazed I lay, anger and anguish tearing at my
heart.

I rose to swear a mighty curse; exhaustion took me, and I
fell in a swoon to the earth.

When I came to myself it was nigh dawn. I went to the top of
the hillock and looked about me. Nothing but sand, sand all
ways. Just so was it within my heart!

The only guide for my steps (as the sun rose) was a greener
glimpse in the East, which I thought might be the valley of the
Nile reflected. Thither I bent my steps: all day I struggled
with the scorching heat, the shifting sand. At night I tried to
sleep, for sheer fatigue impelled me. But as often as I lay down,
so often restlessness impelled me forward. I would stagger on
awhile, then stumble and fall. Only at dawn I slept perhaps for
an hour, and woke chilled to death by my own sweat. I was so
weak that I could hardly raise a hand; my tongue was swollen, so
that I could not greet the sun-disk with the accustomed adoration.

My brain had slipped control; I could no longer even think of the
proper spells that might have brought me aid. Instead, dreadful
shapes drew near; one, a hideous camel-demon, an obscene brute of
filth; another, a black ape with a blue muzzle and crimson
buttocks, all his skin hairless and scabby, with his mass of mane
oiled and trimmed like a beautiful courtesan's. This fellow mocked
me with the alluring gestures of such an one, and anon voided his
excrement upon me. Moreover there were others, menacing and
terrible, vast cloudy demon-shapes...

I could not think of the words of power that control them.

Now the sun that warmed my chill bones yet scorched me further.
My tongue so swelled that I could hardly breathe; my face
blackened; my eyes bulged out. The fiends came closer; drew
strength from my weakness, made themselves material bodies,
twitched me and spiked me and bit me. I turned on them and
struck feebly again and again; but they evaded me easily and
their yelling laughter rang like hell's in my ears. Howbeit I
saw that they attacked me only on one side, as if to force me
to one path. But I was wise enough to keep my shadow steadily
behind me: and they, seeing this, were all the more enraged: I
therefore the more obstinate in my course. Then they changed
their tactics; and made as if to keep me in the course I had
chosen; and seeing this, I was confirmed therein.

Truly with the gods I went! for in a little while I came to a
pool of water and a tall palm standing by.

I plunged in that cool wave; my strength came back, albeit
slowly; yet with one wave of my hand in the due gesture the
fiends all vanished; and in an hour I was sufficiently restored
to call forth my friends from the pool -- the little fishes my
playmates -- and the nymph of the pool came forth and bowed
herself before me and cooked me the fishes with that fire that
renders water luminous and sparkling. Also she plucked me dates
from the tree, and I ate thereof. Thus was I much comforted;
and when I had eaten, she took my head upon her lap, and sang me
to sleep; for her voice was like the ripple of the lakes under
the wind of spring and like the bubbling of a well and like the
tinkling of a fountain through a bed of moss. Also she had deep
notes like the sea that booms upon a rocky shore.

So long, long, long I slept.

Now when I awoke the nymph had gone; but I took from my bosom
a little casket of certain sacred herbs; and casting a few
grains into the pool, repaid her for her courtesy. And I
blessed her in the name of our dead lady Isis, and went on in
the strength of that delicious meal for a great way. Yet I wist
not what to do; for I was as it were a dead man, although my age
was barely two and twenty years.

What indeed should befall me?

Yet I went on; and, climbing a ridge, beheld at last the
broad Nile, and a shining city that I knew not.

There on the ridge I stood and gave thanks to the great gods
of Heaven, the Aeons of infinite years, that I had come thus far.
For at the sight of Nilus new life began to dawn in me.

CHAPTER VI

WITHOUT any long delay I descended the slopes and entered the
city. Not knowing what might have taken place in Thebai and
what news might have come thither, I did not dare declare myself;
but seeking out the High Priest of Horus I showed him a certain
sign, telling him that I was come from Memphis on a journey, and

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From: "Blue Resonant Human"
Originally to: iufo@xbn.shore.net
Original Date: Tue, 28 May 1996 06:15:05 GMT

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intended to visit Thebai to pay homage at the shrine of Isis.
But he, full of the news, told me that the ancient priestess of
Isis, who had become priest of Osiris, had been taken up to
heaven as a sign of the signal favour of the God. Whereat I
could hardly hold myself from laughter; yet I controlled myself
and answered that I was not prepared to return to Memphis, for
that I was vowed to Isis, and Osiris could not serve my turn.

At this he begged me to stay as his guest, and to go worship
at the temple of Isis in this city. I agreed thereto, and the
good man gave me new robes and jewels from the treasury of his
own temple. There too I rested sweetly on soft cushions fanned
by young boys with broad leaves of palm. Also he sent me the
dancing girl of Sleep. It was the art of this girl to weave
such subtle movements that the sense, watching her, swooned; and
as she swayed she sang, ever lower and lower as she moved slower
and slower, until the looker-listener was dissolved in bliss of
sleep and delicate dream.

Then as he slept she would bend over him even as Nuit the
Lady of the Stars that bendeth over the black earth, and in his
ears she would whisper strange rhythms, secret utterances,
whereby his spirit would be rapt into the realms of Hathor or
some other golden goddess, there in one night to reap an harvest
of refreshment such as the fields of mortal sleep yield never.

So then I woke at dawn, to find her still watching, still
looking into my eyes with a tender smile on her mouth that cooed
whispers infinitely soothing. Indeed with a soft kiss she waked
me, for in this Art there is a right moment to sleep, and
another to waken: which she was well skilled to divine.

I rose then -- she flitted away like a bird -- and robed
myself; and, seeking my host, went forth with him to the Temple
of Isis.

Now their ritual (it appeared) differed in one point from
that to which I was accustomed. Thus, it was not death to
intrude upon the ceremony save only for the profane. Priests of
a certain rank of initiation might if they pleased behold it. I,
therefore, wishing to see again that marvellous glowing of the
Veil, disclosed a sufficient sign to the High Priest. Thereat
was he mightily amazed; and, from the foot judging Hercules,
began to think that I might be some sacred envoy or inspector
from the Gods themselves. This I allowed him to think; meanwhile
we went forward into the shrines and stood behind the pillars,
unseen, in the prescribed position.

Now it chanced that the High Priestess herself had this day
chosen to perform the rite.

This was a woman tall and black, most majestic, with limbs strong
as a man's. Her gaze was hawk-keen, and her brow commanding. But
at the Assumption of the God-form she went close and whispered
into the Veil, so low that we could not hear it; but as it seemed
with fierce intensity, with some passion that knotted up her
muscles, so that her arms writhed like wounded snakes. Also the
veins of her forehead swelled, and foam came to her lips. We
thought that she had died; her body swelled and shuddered; last
of all a terrible cry burst from her throat, inarticulate, awful.

Yet all this while the Veil glittered, though something
sombrely. Also the air was filled with a wild sweeping music,
which rent our very ears with its uncouth magic. For it was
like no music that I had ever heard before. At last the
Priestess tore herself away from the Veil and reeled -- as one
drunken -- down the temple. Sighs and sobs tore her breast; and
her nails made bloody grooves in her wet flanks.

On a sudden she espied me and my companion; with one buffet
she smote him to earth -- it is unlawful to resist the Priestess
when she is in the Ecstasy of Union -- and falling upon me, like
a wild beast she buried her teeth in my neck, bearing me to the
ground. Then, loosing me, while the blood streamed from me, she
fixed her glittering eyes upon it with strange joy, and with her
hands she shook me as a lion shakes a buck. Sinewy were her
hands, with big knuckles, and the strength of her was as cords
of iron. Yet her might was but a mortal's; in a little she gave
one gasp like a drowning man's; her body slackened, and fell
with its dead weight on mine, her mouth glued to mine in one
dreadful kiss. Dreadful; for as my mouth returned it, almost
mechanically, the blood gushed from her nostrils and blinded me.
I too, then, more dead than alive, swooned into bliss, into trance.
I was awakened by the High Priest of Horus. "Come," he said; "she
is dead." I disengaged myself from all that weight of madness --
and the body writhed convulsively as I turned it over -- I kissed
those frothy lips, for in death she was beautiful beyond belief,
joyous beyond description -- thence I staggered to the Veil, and
saluted with all my strength, so that it glittered under the force
of my sheer will. Then I turned me again, and with the High Priest
sought his house.

Strange indeed was I as I went through the city, my new robes
dark with blood of that most holy sorceress.

But no one of the people dared so much as lift his eyes; nor
spoke we together at all. But when we were come into the house
of the High Priest, sternly did he confront me.

"What is this, my son?"

And I weary of the folly of the world and of the uselessness of
things answered him:

"Father, I go back to Memphis. I am the Magus of the Well."

Now he knew the Magus, and answered me:

"Why liest thou?"

And I said "I am come into the world where all speech is false,
and all speech is true."

Then he did me reverence, abasing himself unto the ground even
unto nine-and-ninety times.

And I spurned him and said, "Bring forth the dancing girl of
Sleep; for in the morning I will away to Memphis."

And she came forth, and I cursed her and cried: "Be thou the
dancing girl of Love!"

And it was so. And I went in unto her, and knew her; and in the
morning I girded myself, and boarded the state barge of the High
Priest, and pillowed myself upon gold and purple, and disported
myself with lutes and with lyres and with parrots, and with black
slaves, and with wine and with delicious fruits, until I came even
unto the holy city of Memphis.

And there I called soldiers of Pharaoh, and put cruelly to
death all them that had accompanied me; and I burnt the barge,
adrift upon the Nile at sunset, so that the flames alarmed the
foolish citizens. All this I did, and danced naked in my
madness through the city, until I came to the Old Magus of the
Well.

And laughing, I threw a stone upon him, crying: "Ree me the
riddle of my life!"

And he answered naught.

Then I threw a great rock upon him, and I heard his bones crunch,
and I cried in mockery: "Ree me the riddle of 'thy' life!"

But he answered naught.

Then I threw down the wall of the well; and I burned the house
with fire that stood thereby, with the men-servants and the maid-

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