“Ihavefoundsomething，“shesaid。“WhenHeliodorefledshestillheldherbasket，whichfromthelookofitwaslastusedbythePharaohs。Atleast，oneofthecakeshasfallenfromorthroughit。
　　Come。“
　　Sheledmetothecliff，andupittoperhapstwicetheheightofaman，thenroundaprojectingrock。
　　“Hereisahole，“shesaid，“suchasjackalsmightmake。Perchanceitleadsintooneoftheoldtombswhereofthemouthissealed。ItwasontheedgeoftheholethatIfoundthecake，thereforedoubtlessHeliodorewentdownit。Now，whatshallwedo？“
　　“Follow，Ithink。Whereisit？“
　　“Nay，Igofirst。Givemeyourhand，Olaf，andlieuponyourbreast。“
　　Ididso，andpresentlyfelttheweightofMartinaswingingonmyarm。
　　“Leavego，“shesaidfaintly，likeonewhoisafraid。
　　Iobeyed，thoughwithdoubt，andheardherfeetstrikeuponsomefloor。
　　“Thanksbethesaints，alliswell，“shesaid。“ForaughtIknewthisholemighthavebeenasdeepasthatintheChamberofthePit。Letyourselfdownit，feetfirst，anddrop。’Tisbutshallow。“
　　Ididso，andfoundmyselfbesideMartina。
　　“Now，inthedarknessyouarethebetterguide，“shewhispered。“Leadon，I’llfollow，holdingtoyourrobe。“
　　SoIcreptforwardwarilyandsafely，astheblindcando，tillpresentlysheexclaimed，“Halt，hereislightagain。Ithinkthattheroofofthetomb，forbythepaintingsonthewallssuchitmustbe，hasfallenin。Itseemstobeakindofcentralchamber，outofwhichrungreatgalleriesthatslopedownwardsandarefullofbats。Ah！oneofthemiscaughtinmyhair。Olaf，Iwillgonofarther。Ifearbatsmorethanghosts，oranythingintheworld。“
　　Now，Iconsideredawhiletillathoughtstruckme。Onmybackwasmybeggar’sharp。Iunslungitandsweptitschords，andwildandsadtheysoundedinthatsolemnplace。ThenIbegantosinganoldsongthattwiceorthriceIhadsungwithHeliodoreinByzantium。Thissongtoldofaloverseekinghismistress。Itwasfortwovoices，sinceinthesongthemistressansweredverseforverse。HerearethoseofthelinesthatIremember，or，rather，thespiritofthemrenderedintoEnglish。Isangthefirstverseandwaited。
　　“Dearmaidofmine，IbidmystringsBeatonthyshrineWithmusic’swings。
　　PalaceorcellAshrineIsee，IftherethoudwellAndanswerme。“
　　Therewasnoanswer，soIsangthesecondverseandoncemorewaited。
　　“Onthylove’sfireMypassionbreathes，WindofDesireThyincensewreathes。
　　Greeting！Tothee，Orsoonorlate，I，bondorfree，Amdedicate。“
　　Andfromsomewherefarawayintherecessesofthatgreatcavecametheansweringstrophe。
　　“OLovesublimeAndundismayed，NotouchofTimeUpontheelaid。
　　Thatthatisthine；
　　Endedthequest！
　　Iseek/my/shrineUpon/thy/breast。“
　　ThenIlaiddowntheharp。
　　Atlastavoice，thevoiceofHeliodorespeakingwhenceIknewnot，asked，“Dothedeadsing，orisitalivingman？Andifso，howisthatmannamed？“
　　“Alivingman，“Ireplied，“andheisnamedOlaf，sonofThorvald，orotherwiseMichael。ThatnamewasgivenhiminthecathedralatByzantium，wherefirsthiseyesfellonacertainHeliodore，daughterofMagastheEgyptian，whomnowheseeks。“
　　IheardthesoundoffootstepscreepingtowardsmeandHeliodore’svoicesay，“Letmeseeyourface，youwhonameyourselfOlaf，forknowthatinthesehauntedtombsghostsandvisionsandmockingvoicesplaystrangetricks。Whydoyouhideyourface，youwhocallyourselfOlaf？“
　　“Becausetheeyesaregonefromit，Heliodore。Irenerobbeditoftheeyesfromjealousyofyou，swearingthatnevermoreshouldtheybeholdyourbeauty。Perchanceyouwouldnotwishtocometooneartoaneyelessmanwrappedinabeggar’srobe。“
　　Shelooked——Ifeltherlook。Shesobbed——Iheardhersob，andthenherarmswereaboutmeandherlipswerepresseduponmyown。
　　SoatlengthcamejoysuchasIcannottell；thejoyoflostlovefoundagain。
　　Awhilewentby，howlongIknownot，andatlastIsaid，“WhereisMartina？Itistimeweleftthisplace。“
　　“Martina！“sheexclaimed。“DoyoumeanIrene’slady，andisshehere？
　　Ifso，howcomesshetobetravellingwithyou，Olaf？“
　　“Asthebestfriendmaneverhad，Heliodore；asonewhoclungtohiminhisruinandsavedhimfromacrueldeath；asonewhohasriskedherlifetohelphiminhisdesperatesearch，andwithoutwhomthatsearchhadfailed。“
　　“ThenmayGodrewardher，Olaf，forIdidnotknowthereweresuchwomenintheworld。LadyMartina！Whereareyou，ladyMartina？“
　　Thriceshecriedthewords，andatthethirdtimeananswercamefromtheshadowsatadistance。
　　“Iamhere，“saidMartina’svoicewithalittleyawn。“Iwaswearyandhavesleptwhileyoutwogreetedeachother。Wellmetatlast，ladyHeliodore。See，IhavebroughtyoubackyourOlaf，blinditistrue，butotherwiselackingnothingofhealthandstrengthandstation。“
　　ThenHeliodorerantoherandkissedfirstherhandandnextherlips。
　　InafterdaysshetoldmethatforthoseofonewhohadbeensleepingtheeyesofMartinaseemedtobestrangelywetandred。Butifthisweresohervoicetremblednotatall。
　　“TrulyyoutwoshouldgivethankstoGod，“shesaid，“Whohasbroughtyoutogetheragaininsowondrousafashion，asIdoonyourbehalffromthebottomofmyheart。Yetyouarestillhemmedroundbydangersmanyandgreat。Whatnow，Olaf？WillyoubecomeaghostalsoanddwellhereinthetombwithHeliodore；andifso，whattaleshallItelltoPalkaandtherest？“
　　“Notso，“Ianswered。“IthinkitwillbebestthatweshouldreturntoKurna。HeliodoremustplayherpartasthespiritofaqueentillwecanhiresomeboatandescapewithherdowntheNile。“
　　“Never，“shecried，“Icannot，Icannot。Havingcometogetherwemustseparatenomore。Oh！Olaf，youdonotknowwhatalifehasbeenmineduringallthesedreadfulmonths。WhenIescapedfromMusabystabbingtheeunuchwhowasinchargeofme，forwhichhideousdeedmayIbeforgiven，“andIfelthershudderatmyside，“IfledIknewnotwhithertillIfoundmyselfinthisvalley，whereIhidtillthenightwasgone。ThenatdaybreakIpeepedoutfromthemouthofthevalleyandsawtheMoslemssearchingforme，butasyetalongwayoff。AlsonowIknewthisvalley。Itwasthattowhichmyfatherhadbroughtmeasachildwhenhecametosearchfortheburying-placeofhisancestor，thePharaoh，whichrecordshehadreadtoldhimwashere。I
　　rememberedeverything:wherethetombshouldbe，howwehadentereditthroughahole，howwehadfoundthemummyofaroyallady，whosefacewascoveredwithagildedmask，andonherbreastthenecklacewhichI
　　wear。
　　“Iranalongthevalley，searchingtheleftsideofitwithmyeyes，tillIsawaflatstonewhichIknewagain。ItwascalledtheTableofOfferings。Iwassurethattheholebywhichwehadenteredthetombwasquiteneartothisstoneandalittleaboveit，inthefaceofthecliff。Iclimbed；Ifoundwhatseemedtobethehole，thoughofthisI
　　couldnotbecertain。Icreptdownittillitcametoanend，andthen，inmyterror，hungbymyhandsanddroppedintothedarkness，notknowingwhitherIfell，orcaringovermuchifIwerekilled。Asitchanceditwasbutalittleway，and，findingmyselfunhurt，I
　　crawledalongthecaverntillIreachedthisplacewherethereislight，forheretheroofofthecavehasfallenin。WhileIcrouchedamidtherocksIheardthevoicesofthesoldiersaboveme，heardtheirofficeralsobiddingthembringropesandtorches。Totheleftofwhereyoustandthereisaslopingpassagethatrunsdowntothegreatcentralchamberwheresleepssomemightyking，andoutofthispassageopenotherchambers。Intothefirstofthesethelightofthemorningsunstrugglesfeebly。Ienteredit，seekingsomewheretohidemyself，andsawapaintedcoffinlyingonthefloorneartothemarblesarcophagusfromwhichithadbeendragged。Itwasthatinwhichwehadfoundthebodyofmyancestress；butsincethenthieveshadbeeninthisplace。Wehadleftthecoffininthesarcophagusandthemummyinthecoffin，andreplacedtheirlids。Nowthemummylayonthefloor，halfunwrappedandbrokenintwobeneaththebreast。Moreover，theface，whichIrememberedasbeingsolikemyown，wasgonetodust，sothatthereremainedofitnothingbutaskull，towhichhungtressesoflongblackhair，as，indeed，youmayseeforyourself。
　　“Bythesideofthebodywasthegildedmask，withblackandstaringeyes，andthepaintedbreast-pieceofstifflinen，neitherofwhichthethieveshadfoundworthstealing。
　　“Ilookedandathoughtcametome。Liftingthemummy，Ithrustitintothesarcophagus，allofitsavethegildedmaskandthepaintedbreast-pieceofstifflinen。ThenIlaidmyselfdowninthecoffin，ofwhichthelid，stilllyingcrosswise，hidmetothewaist，anddrewthegildedmaskandpaintedbreast-pieceovermyheadandbosom。
　　Scarcelywasitdonewhenthesoldiersentered。Bynowthereflectedsunlighthadfadedfromtheplace，leavingitindeepshadow；butsomeofthemenheldburningtorchesmadefromsplintersofoldcoffins，thatwerefullofpitch。