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and　the　pylons　grow　smaller；　lower　themselves　and　sink　into　the　earth。

The　white　giant　who　follows　me　always　with　his　sightless　stare　is　now

reduced　to　the　proportions　of　a　simple　human　dreamer。　His　attitude

moreover　has　not　the　rigid　hieratic　aspect　of　the　other　Theban

statues。　With　his　hands　upon　his　knees　he　looks　like　a　mere　ordinary

mortal　who　had　stopped　to　reflect。＇*＇　I　have　known　him　for　many　days

for　many　days　and　many　nights；　for；　what　with　his　whiteness　and　the

transparency　of　these　Egyptian　nights；　I　have　seen　him　often　outlined

in　the　distance　under　the　dim　light　of　the　starsa　great　phantom　in

his　contemplative　pose。　And　I　feel　myself　obsessed　now　by　the

continuance　of　his　attitude　at　this　entrance　of　the　ruinsI　who　shall

pass　without　a　morrow　from　Thebes　and　even　from　the　eartheven　as　we

all　pass。　Before　conscious　life　was　vouchsafed　to　me　he　was　there；　had

been　there　since　times　which　make　you　shudder　to　think　upon。　For　three

and　thirty　centuries；　or　thereabouts；　the　eyes　of　myriads　of　unknown

men　and　women；　who　have　gone　before　me；　saw　him　just　as　I　see　him　now；

tranquil　and　white；　in　this　same　place；　seated　before　this　same

threshold；　with　his　head　a　little　bent；　and　his　pervading　air　of

thought。



＇*＇　Statue　of　Amenophis　III。



I　make　my　way　without　hastening；　having　always　a　tendency　to　stop　and

look　behind　me；　to　watch　the　silent　heap　of　palaces　and　the　white

dreamer；　which　now　are　all　illumined　with　a　last　Bengal　fire　in　the

daily　setting　of　the　sun。



And　the　hour　is　already　twilight　when　I　reach　the　goddesses。



Their　domain　is　so　destroyed　that　the　sands　had　succeeded　in　covering

and　hiding　it　for　centuries。　But　it　has　lately　been　exhumed。



There　remain　of　it　now　only　some　fragments　of　columns；　aligned　in

multiple　rows　in　a　vast　extent　of　desert。　Broken　and　fallen　stones　and

debris。＇*＇　I　walk　on　without　stopping；　and　at　length　reach　the　sacred

lake　on　the　margin　of　which　the　great　cats　are　seated　in　eternal

council；　each　one　on　her　throne。　The　lake；　dug　by　order　of　the

Pharaohs；　is　in　the　form　of　an　arc；　like　a　kind　of　crescent。　Some

marsh　birds；　that　are　about　to　retire　for　the　night；　now　traverse　its

mournful；　sleeping　water。　Its　borders；　which　have　known　the　utmost　of

magnificence；　are　become　mere　heaps　of　ruins　on　which　nothing　grows。

And　what　one　sees　beyond；　what　the　attentive　goddesses　themselves

regard；　is　the　empty　desolate　plain；　on　which　some　few　poor　fields　of

corn　mingle　in　this　twilight　hour　with　the　sad　infinitude　of　the

sands。　And　the　whole　is　bounded　on　the　horizon　by　the　chain；　still　a

little　rose…coloured；　of　the　limestones　of　Arabia。



＇*＇　The　temple　of　the　Goddess　Mut。



They　are　there；　the　cats；　or；　to　speak　more　exactly；　the　lionesses；

for　cats　would　not　have　those　short　ears；　or　those　cruel　chins；

thickened　by　tufts　of　beard。　All　of　black　granite；　images　of　Sekhet

（who　was　the　Goddess　of　War；　and　in　her　hours　the　Goddess　of　Lust）；

they　have　the　slender　body　of　a　woman；　which　makes　more　terrible　the

great　feline　head　surmounted　by　its　high　bonnet。　Eight　or　ten；　or

perhaps　more；　they　are　more　disquieting　in　that　they　are　so　numerous

and　so　alike。　They　are　not　gigantic；　as　one　might　have　expected；　but

of　ordinary　human　statureeasy　therefore　to　carry　away；　or　to

destroy；　and　that　again；　if　one　reflects；　augments　the　singular

impression　they　cause。　When　so　many　colossal　figures　lie　in　pieces　on

the　ground；　how　comes　it　that　they；　little　people　seated　so　tranquilly

on　their　chairs；　have　contrived　to　remain　intact；　during　the　passing

of　the　three　and　thirty　centuries　of　the　world's　history？



The　passage　of　the　march　birds；　which　for　a　moment　disturbed　the　clear

mirror　of　the　lake；　has　ceased。　Around　the　goddesses　nothing　moves　and

the　customary　infinite　silence　envelops　them　as　at　the　fall　of　every

night。　They　dwell　indeed　in　such　a　forlorn　corner　of　the　ruins！　Who；

to　be　sure；　even　in　broad　daylight；　would　think　of　visiting　them？



Down　there　in　the　west　a　trailing　cloud　of　dust　indicates　the

departure　of　the　tourists；　who　had　flocked　to　the　temple　of　Amen；　and

now　hasten　back　to　Luxor；　to　dine　at　the　various　/tables　d'hote/。　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　beastcontinue　to　regardbeyond　the　little　dead

lakethat　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。



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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。　But

instead　of　returning　to　Luxor；　like　the　good　people　whose　carriages

have　just　departed；　I　rather　choose　to　pay　her　a　visit。



Her　dwelling　is　some　distance　away；　and　I　shall　not　reach　it　till　the

dead　of　night。



First　of　all　I　have　to　retrace　my　steps；　to　return　along　the　whole

avenue　of　rams；　to　pass　again　by　the　feet　of　the　white　giant；　who　has

already　assumed　his　phantomlike　appearance；　while　the　violet　waves

that　bathed　the　town…mummy　thicken　and　turn　to　a　greyish…blue。　And

then；　leaving　behind　me　the　pylons　guarded　by　the　broken　giants；　I

thread　my　way　among　the　palaces　of　the　centre。



It　is　among　these　palaces　that　I　encounter　for　good　and　all　the　night；

with　the　first　cries　of　the　owls　and　ospreys。　It　is　still　warm　there；

on　account　of　the　heat　stored　by　the　stones　during　the　day；　but　one

feels　nevertheless　that　the　air　is　freezing。



At　a　crossing　a　tall　human　figure　looms　up；　draped　in　black　and　armed

with　a　baton。　It　is　a　roving　Bedouin；　one　of　the　guards；　and　this　more

or　less　is　the　dialogue　exchanged　between　us　（freely　and　succinctly

translated）：



〃Your　permit；　sir。〃



〃Here　it　is。〃



（Here　we　combine　our　efforts　to　illuminate　the　said　permit　by　the

light　of　a　match。）



〃Good；　I　will　go　with　you。〃



〃No。　I　beg　of　you。〃



〃Yes；　I　had　better。　Where　are　you　going？〃



〃Beyond；　to　the　temple　of　that　ladyyou　know；　who　is　great　and

powerful　and　has　a　face　like　a　lioness。〃



〃Ah！　。　。　。　Yes；　I　think　I　understand　that　you　would　prefer　to　go

alone。〃　（Here　the　intonation　becomes　infantine。）　〃But　you　are　a　kind

gentleman　and　will　not　forget　the　poor　Bedouin　all　the　same。〃



He　goes　on　his　way。　On　leaving　the　palaces　I　have　still　to　traverse　an

extent　of　uncultivated　country；　where　a　veritable　cold　seizes　me。

Above　my　head　no　longer　the　heavy　suspended　stones；　but　the　far…off

expanse　of　the　blue　night　skywhere　are　shining　now　myriads　upon

myriads　of　stars。　For　the　Thebans　of　old　this　beautiful　vault；

scintillating　always　with　its　powder　of　diamonds；　shed　no　doubt　only

serenity　upon　their　souls。　But　for　us；　/who　knows；　alas！/　it　is　on　the

contrary　the　field　of　the　great　fear；　which；　out　of　pity；　it　would

have　been　better　if　we　had　never　been　able　to　see；　the　incommensurable

black　void；　where　the　worlds　in　their　frenzied　whirling　precipitate

themselves　like　rain；　crash　into　and　annihilate　one　another；　only　to

be　renewed　for　fresh　eternities。



All　this　is　seen　too　vividly；　the　horror　of　it　becomes　intolerable；　on

a　clear　night　like　this；　in　a　place　so　silent　and　littered　so　with

ruins。　More　and　more　the　cold　penetrates　youthe　mournful　cold　of　the

sidereal　spheres　from　which　nothing　now　seems　to　protect　you；　so

rarefiedalmost　non…existentdoes　the　limpid　atmosphere　appear。　And

the　gravel；　the　poor　dried　herbs；　that　crackle　under　foot；　give　the

illusion　of　the　crunching　noise　we　know　at　home　on　winter　nights　when

the　frost　is　on　the　ground。



I　approach　at　length　the　temple　of　the　Ogress。　These　stones　which　now

appear；　whitish　in　the　night；　this　secret…looking　dwelling　near　the

boundary　wall　of　Thebes；　proclaim　the　spot；　and　verily　at　such　an　hour

as　this　it　has　an　evil　aspect。　Ptolemaic　columns；　little　vestibules；

little　courtyards　where　a　dim　blue　light　enables　you　to　find　your　way。

Nothing　moves；　not　even　the　flight　of　a　night　bird：　an　absolute

silence；　magnified　awfully　by　the　presence　of　the　desert　which　you

feel　encompasses　you　beyond　these　walls。　And　beyond；　at　the　bottom；

three　chambers　made　of　massive　stone；　each　with　its　separate　entrance。

I　know　that　the　first　two　are　empty。　It　is　in　the　third　that　the

Ogress　dwells；　unless；　indeed；　she　has　already　set　out　upon　her

nocturnal　hunt　for　human　flesh。　Pitch　darkness　reigns　within　and　I

have　to　grope　my　way。　Quickly　I　light　a　match。　Yes；　there　she　is

indeed；　alone　and　upright；　almost　part　of　the　end　wall；　on　which　my

little　light　makes　the　horrible　shadow　of　her　head　dance。　The　match

goes　outirreverently　I　light　many　more　under　her　chin；　under　that

heavy；　man…eating　jaw。　In　very　sooth；　she　is　terrifying。　Of　black

granitelike　her　sisters；　seated　on　the　margin　of　the　mournful　lake

but　much　taller　than　they；　f