The ground here is so felted with sand that in the distance we cannot hear the rolling of their carriages.

But the knowledge that they are gone renders more intimate the interview with these numerous and identical goddesses, who little by little have been draped in shadow.

Their seats turn their backs to the palaces of Thebes, which now begin to be bathed in violet waves and seem to sink towards the horizon, to lose each minute something of their importance before the sovereignty of the night.
And the black goddesses, with their lioness' heads and tall headgear--seated there with their hands upon their knees, with eyes fixed since the beginning of the ages, and a disturbing smile on their thick lips, like those of a wild beast--continue to regard--beyond the little dead lake--that desert, which now is only a confused immensity, of a bluish ashy-grey.

And the fancy seizes you that they are possessed of a kind of life, which has come to them after long waiting, by virtue of that _expression_ which they have worn on their faces so long, oh! so long.
***** Beyond, at the other extremity of the ruins, there is a sister of these goddesses, taller than they, a great Sekhet, whom in these parts men call the Ogress, and who dwells alone and upright, ambushed in a narrow temple.

Amongst the fellahs and the Bedouins of the neighbourhood she enjoys a very bad reputation, it being her custom of nights to issue from her temple, and devour men; and none of them would willingly venture near her dwelling at this late hour.