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Chapter 6 Of the Initiation of Harmachis; Of His Visions; Of His Passing to the City That Is In the Place of Death; And of the Declarations of Isis, the MessengerIn silence we passed into the Shrine of Isis. It was dark and bare— only the feeble light from the lamp gleamed faintly upon the sculptured walls, where, in a hundred effigies, the Holy Mother suckled the Holy Child. The priest closed the doors and bolted them. "Once again," he said, "art thou ready, Harmachis?" "Once again," I answered, "I am ready." He spoke no more; but, having lifted up his hands in prayer, led me to the centre of the Holy, and with a swift motion put out the lamp. "Look before thee, Harmachis!" he cried; and his voice sounded hollow in the solemn place. I gazed and saw nothing. But from the niche that