“Nothing that is not good can pass beneath the double arch of my perfect Amulet,” said the voice. “If both are willing, say the word of Power, and let the two souls become one for ever and ever more.”
“Shall I?” asked Jane.
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
The voices were those of the Egyptian Priest and the learned gentleman, and the voices were eager, alive, thrilled with hope and the desire of great things.
So Jane took the Amulet from Robert and held it up between the two men, and said, for the last time, the word of Power.
“Ur Hekau Setcheh.”
The perfect Amulet grew into a double arch; the two arches leaned to each other Λ making a great A.
“A stands for Amen,” whispered Jane; “what he was a priest of.”
“Hush!” breathed Anthea.