"I had a good dream the other night...."
"What was it?"
"It was about you. I dreamt we were children together walking in a lovely garden, better than Maru-Aton—a real paradise—and you were saying something very nice to me. I woke up and thought 'I will do what she told me.'"
"And what did I say?"
He shook his head and said nothing.
"Again something you can't tell?"
"No."
He turned away to hide from her the tears that came into his eyes:
"Don't judge me, O Lord, for my many sins! I am a man with no understanding of myself," he whispered again.
He suddenly struck the water with his harpoon so violently that he nearly upset the boat. Dio cried out. When he pulled the harpoon out of the water a fish was struggling on each side of it: an in, with a rectangular, wing-like fin on its back, glittering like ruby, sapphire and gold, and a ha with the monstrous head of an anteater, consecrated to the god Set. He threw both fishes at her feet and she admired the way they struggled, dying.