"Ramses!" called a voice from the altar.
The prince turned and was astounded. In the streak of light, a couple of steps distant, stood a most beautiful man, absolutely like the heir to the throne of Egypt. The same face, eyes, youthful stature, the same posture, movements, and dress.
The prince thought for a while that he was before some great mirror, such a mirror as even the pharaoh could not have. But soon he convinced himself that his second was a living man, not a picture.
At that moment he felt a kiss on his neck. Again he turned, but there was no one; meanwhile his second self vanished.
"Who is here? I wish to know!" cried the angry prince.
"It is I 'Kama," answered a sweet voice.
And in the strip of light appeared a most beautiful woman, naked, with a golden girdle around her waist.
Ramses ran up and seized her by the hands. She did not flee.
"Art Thou Kama? No, Thou art Yes, Dagon sent thee on a time, but then
Thou didst call thyself Fondling."
"But I am Fondling, too," replied she, naively.