noon
But a Shape whose face was veiled passed down from heaven on shadowy wings , and with lamentations gathered up the rent fragments of the Being . A moment she bent herself upon them , then lifted up her hands and wept . And as she wept , behold ! from her side there sprang a warrior armed and with a face like the face of Ra at noon . He , the Avenger , hurled himself with a shout upon the Monster who had usurped the throne , and they closed in battle , and , struggling ever in a strait embrace , passed upward to the skies . Then came picture after picture . I saw Powers and Peoples clad in various robes and speaking many tongues .