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As only the higher portion of the brain of Sarthia had been active the soul must necessarily manifest itself through those organs. Often, were the much beloved Priestess, Hermo and Sarthia's attendants, surprised at her expressions and profound questions on spiritual subjects. It was nearing the time when Sarthia was to take her initiatory step as a Vestal in the Temple of Isis.
The Astrologer returned to his studies and was soon absorbed with them, when, suddenly he turned to Hermo and said, "Hermo, I shall place Sarthia under your special tutelage as soon as she is ready to commence her studies in Astrology." The suddenness of the Priest's remarks quite confused the young scribe and set him to seriously thinking.
They tell me that life is immortal, that the growth and the progress of the soul are eternal, that we may know and read their language while in these bodies if we try; then as we draw nearer and nearer to them, as our souls grow and become familiar with their teachings, we can know them as well, if not better, than our Astrologer Priests do, also as well as your brother Hermo is learning to do."
The Priestess was partially facing them, composed, yet with a serious thoughtfulness of mien. At last, Hermo, looking up, said, "The directions for the present year of life are made out, and the fatal arc carefully computed, Venerated Master," and handed his work to the Astrologer who took it, studied a moment briefly, and turned to the Priestess.
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?
Yes, true enough, there sat the venerable Astrologer holding in his hand before him, her chart of birth. Beside him, engaged in completing the necessary calculations, sat the scribe and youthful Astrologer Priest, Hermo. There was a strange pallor over his face and a compression of the lips which betrayed unusual emotion.
The letter had been dictated by the Priest and transcribed by the scribe Hermo, and read thus: "Our darling children, Rathunor and Nu-nah, bear bravely the news I now impart to you. Your first born, the offspring of true inspiration and soul-love, can not remain with you long in the physical form.
At an early hour the next night, before Hermo had arrived for his night's work, the Astrologer Priest sent for the Priestess. She hastily responded to the summons feeling there was some very important news to be received.
"But if I become Nu-nah and Nu-nah becomes Sarthia, Hermo will never know the difference and thus be spared the pain of loving his young sister. And furthermore, Nu-nah has a lover to whom she is betrothed and would have married, ere this, but for her lingering malady, the superb young Prince Rathunor, whom I have never seen." Ah! here was indeed a most dire complication.
"Will that be soon?" "Yes, in a short time; so soon as you become an attendant in The Temple of Isis." Sarthia was silent, and the Priestess reminded them it was time to return, Sarthia to her room and Hermo to his studies, while the Priestess' presence was required in the Temple. These walks continued daily with most satisfactory results to the Priestess and the Hierophant.
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