The Egyptian went home praying—praying to Amun Re. An able lawyer, an enthusiastic University, a resourceful high-priest armed with an official document, were all very well in their place; but they needed presiding over and empowering by the Supernatural. Would He do it? In the course of his long observation, Seti had known some striking cases of poetical justice in human affairs. The wicked had been taken in their own toils. Into the pits they had dug for their neighbors they had fallen themselves. But it was often otherwise. The righteous had fallen before the wicked. Craft and power and powerful money had proved too mighty for goodness and justice. If good causes had always thrived, the Romans would not be in Egypt, nor Flaccus in the Cæsareum, nor Malus in the grandest warehouse of Emporium Street. So who can tell what Amun Re will do? And yet prayer is the breath of the nations and the ages. Nature herself says, Let us pray.

So the thoughts of Seti prayed, and prayed mightily, as he bent his steps to the Serapeum.

XIII.
THE SEARCH.

Αλλοτ’ άλλοῖσι διαιθύσσουσιν ἀυραι.

—Pindar, Olymp. vii. 173.

Different winds rush in different directions.