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 | | At least, as her story shows, it was vanity, rather than love of the beauteous Greek, Kallikrates, that stained the hands of She with his innocent blood and, amongst other ills, brought upon her the fearful curse of deathlessness while still inhabiting a sphere where Death is lord of all. |
 | | Then Noot motioned to Kallikrates, who thereon shook the /sistrum/ that he bore, and in his rich, low voice, uttered a chant to the goddess, that which was used to summon her presence. |
 | | Next the priest Kallikrates, rising from his knees, laid down the /sistrum/ and taking the beautiful cup that Pharaoh had given him, went to the table and washed it with pure water from a silver ewer, then filled it to the brim from the ewer and brought it to me, Ayesha. |
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