“I have never heard of them, madam, but I know those of Poliphilus.”
“It is said they are the same.”
“I don’t believe it.”
“We shall see. If you will write the words you uttered, as you drew the pentacle on my nephew’s thigh, and if I find the same talisman with the same words around it, the identity will be proved.”
“It will, I confess. I will write the words immediately.”
I wrote out the names of the spirits. Madame d’Urfe found the pentacle and read out the names, while I pretending astonishment, gave her the paper, and much to her delight she found the names to be the same.
“You see,” said she, “that Poliphilus and the Count de Treves possessed the same art.”
“I shall be convinced that it is so, if your book contains the manner of pronouncing the ineffable names. Do you know the theory of the planetary hours?”
“I think so, but they are not needed in this operation.”
“They are indispensable, madam, for without them one cannot work with any certainty. I drew Solomon’s pentacle on the thigh of Count de la Tour d’Auvergne in the hour of Venus, and if I had not begun with Arael, the spirit of Venus, the operation would have had no effect.”