Within the Temple of Isis eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 73 pages of information about Within the Temple of Isis.

Within the Temple of Isis eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 73 pages of information about Within the Temple of Isis.

The Priestess visited her many times throughout the day when she could spare the time from her duties in the Temple.  In the course of a few days Sarthia was able to be assisted in short walks about the halls and corridors, but took little heed of things about her.  Day by day, the body grew stronger and a new light began to dawn in the eyes and shone upon the countenance of the fair young girl.

In the meantime, Hermo had been apprised by the Astrologer Priest of the true relation existing between himself and Sarthia.  His joy knew no bounds, for neither his heart nor soul had ever thrilled with the love of mother, sister, or kindred.  It had been his misfortune to be deprived of his parents before his young mind and heart could be moved by the tender emotions of love, but now it needed no more than the Priest’s revelations to kindle into flaming fires that something, he knew not what, that had been smoldering in his bosom all his life.

Now, the Astrologer’s words were clear and the cause of the strange thoughts that were excited in his mind was revealed.  Over and over he asked himself, “Can I wait to see my beloved sister?”

His impatience became equal with his joy, and days that had before passed as moments now seemed as ages.  One morning, much to the Priestess’ surprise, a messenger announced that Hermo desired an interview with her in the waiting-room below.  The Priestess descended to where Hermo was waiting and, with a questioning look in her face, clasped his hand in a firm but anxious manner, inquired, “Is all well with our young Astrologer, Hermo, this morning.  Does he bring tidings from our revered Father?  Has any new testimony been given by the stars that portends evil to our Sarthia?”

Hermo stood in mute astonishment.  “How could the Priestess receive such forebodings from his presence when his whole being was throbbing with pulsations of unbounded happiness,” he thought.

“Nay, my dear Priestess, quite the reverse.  Has not our worthy Father acquainted you with my new-found joy, my Love—­my Sister?  Know you not the divine relation that exists between Sarthia and myself?  The hours have seemed days since this knowledge was revealed to me and I now beg to see my new sister and walk with her and yourself upon the lawn in the private grounds of the Temple.  Can my request be granted, O Priestess?”

She still retained his hand and, again pressing it warmly between her own, said, “Our brave and noble Hermo deserves this blessing as a reward for his honest toil alone in his struggle for Truth and Knowledge.  Yes, my dear Hermo, I was made aware of the relation between you and our new Sarthia and have been anxious for this moment to arrive when you would be sent to escort Sarthia in her daily walks about the grounds, but I caution you to be guarded in your words.  Remember she is yet but an infant and must be taught as a child.  Remain here and I will go and bring Sarthia thither and we will walk together.”

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