"I know that, and what is more I know the death I shall have to die; but for all that I am ready."
"What, then, is that death, madam?"
"It is by the same poison which killed Paracelsus."
"Do you think that Paracelsus obtained the hypostasis?"
"No, but I know the reason of his not doing so."
"What is the reason?"
"It is that he was neither man or woman, and a composite nature is incapable of the hypostasis, to obtain which one must be either the one or the other."
"Very true, but do you know how to make the poison, and that the thing is impossible without the aid of a salamander?"
"That may or may not be! I beseech you to enquire of the oracle whether there be anyone in Paris in possession of this potion."
It was easy to see that she thought herself in possession of it, so I had no hesitation in extracting her name from the oracular pyramid. I pretended to be astonished at the answer, but she said boastfully,