"I heard nothing of it, lady," I answered. "I have, moreover, seen splendor enough for one day. What and where is this table?"
"In the central chamber of the great pyramid. The people of Egypt believe the tradition, and so also have some of its kings."
"What is the tradition?" I asked. "But first, do you believe it?"
"With all my heart. I never doubted it since I was a child," she answered, smiling, yet with a tone of sincerity. "My father thinks if it were true, it would have been removed when the god Noachis was placed there."
"It is not in the chamber of the sarcophagus, sister," said Osiria, the sister younger than Luxora—a maiden remarkable for her sprightliness and intelligence; "it is in a vault of crystal under the pyramid."
"You are right, my dear sister," replied the elder, gracefully. "I will tell the prince the legend."
"Then I will tell him mine," said Osiria, with an arch look. "I know he will like mine the best."
"Because he likes you the best, is it?" her sister replied, playfully. "But have a care, Osiria; our guest is betrothed to a great princess in his own country."
"That need not prevent him from being my good friend in this," responded Osiria, pleasantly.
"Your tradition, noble Luxora?" I asked.