Wife or child have none of the seven;
Mercy or kindness have none of the seven;
Prayers and tears hear none of the seven;
Eager for mischief are all the seven;
Sky-spirit conjure away the seven!
Earth-spirit conjure away the seven!”
A final howl from Binit. Saruch’s answer was a groan of mortal pain; he reeled, fell.
But the wife and son had rushed to the old Jew, and a fearful cry burst from the woman:—
“Dead! dead!” When she lifted the head, it fell back lifeless. Almost at the same moment the crowd was thrust aside by a heavy hand, and all saw the stalwart form of Isaiah striding toward Gudea, and at the Hebrew’s heels a dignified, dark-skinned man, in a spotless white robe.
“Urtasen, the great Egyptian doctor,” whispered one fellow to another.