As Margaret looked with amazement—certainly not fear—at the face of the strange apparition in front of her, she thought that it was the saddest she had ever seen. In the eyes there was a world of suffering and sorrow.
She felt conscious of being awake; the moon and the stars were above her; they surrounded the luminous figure. Her brain struggled for intelligence. Was this the spirit of some great king of Egypt, or of a high priest, or what was it? Was it an optical delusion? If it was a spirit, why had it come to her?
"Tell me who you are," she said. "Do you want anything?" She spoke nervously, not expecting an answer.
"I once ruled over Egypt, and I return to see what my people are doing, if the seed I sowed has borne fruit."
"In this, valley there are no people—it is a valley of the dead."
"My body was brought to my mother's tomb in this valley."
The voice was so sad that Margaret said:
"You are in trouble? You cannot rest? Is that why your spirit has returned to earth?"
"My spirit is with Aton, the master of that which is ordained. I have come to deliver a message; it is for you."
"For me?" Margaret said. "I know nothing at all about Egypt."