I told him a beautiful princess would be sent to him from Syria, and, lo! a woman thirty years old arrived.

But she WAS a beautiful woman not so long ago.

Time is only a mode of thought, you know.' The children thrilled to the familiar words.
'So you know that too, do you ?' said Cyril.
'It is part of the mystery of all magic, is it not ?' said the priest.
'Now if I bring you to Pharaoh the little unpleasantness I spoke of will be forgotten.

And I will ask Pharaoh, the Great House, Son of the Sun, and Lord of the South and North, to decree that you shall lodge in the Temple.

Then you can have a good look round, and teach me your magic.
And I will teach you mine.' This idea seemed good--at least it was better than any other which at that moment occurred to anybody, so they followed the priest through the city.
The streets were very narrow and dirty.