“That’s evident,” I replied. “But I cannot altogether get the hang of
the ceremony itself, Brearley. That is the point upon which I am
particularly hazy.”
“To read you the entire account in detail,” Brearley resumed, “would
occupy too long, and would almost certainly confuse you. But the
singular thing is this: Khamus distinctly asserts that the goddess
appeared to him. His writing is eminently sane and reserved, and his
account of the ceremony, up to that point, highly interesting. Now, I
have tested the papyrus itself--though no possibility of fraud is
really admissible, and I have been able to confirm many of the
statements made therein. There is only one point, it seems to me,
remaining to be settled.”
“What is that?” I asked.
“Whether, as a result of the ceremony described, Khamus did see Isis,
or whether he merely imagined he did!”