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thought. Isis. help me.
    Isis said nothing, so I stalled for time.
    “We will meditate,” I told the two priests, hoping Isis would soon speak to me.
    Menna and I sat cross-legged on cushions next to each other, our backs against a wall, while the blind priest lay still. At first I heard nothing, save for the palpitations of my anxious heart. The meditation soon settled me, however, and the violet hue again filled my consciousness. To my great relief, I heard Isis’ voice.
    “I will instruct you, Tuya, but not in words. Trust your intuition. Let it guide you.”
    No Isis. Speak to me . I said through my thoughts. Tell me exactly what I must do as you did with Rahotep. Isis ignored my request so I sat still, afraid to open my mouth.
    To my amazement, the fear quickly vanished and words poured forth from me with authority. “Menna. Bring frankincense and lotus oils, fresh water and a jar of mud from the Nile, two small amethysts and two large squares of linen.”
    “It will take a while to gather these things,” Menna replied. “I must go to the river.”
    “Be as quick as you can. Your friend and I will remain in meditation until you return.”
    I sat with my eyes closed for quite some time. When I finally opened them, I saw an aura of rich and beautiful colors surrounding Siptah, except at his eyes, where the colors were drab and dull.
    I must fix this, I said to myself, then drifted again in meditation until startled by Menna’s voice.
    “I have brought what you requested,” he said.
    “Place the items beside Siptah, then leave us,” I told him.
    After Menna departed, I walked to the blind priest. I took the scarab amulet from around my neck and placed it on his heart center, as I had done with my cousin. I scooped some Nile mud from an earthen jar, smeared it over Siptah’s eyes and wiped my hands clean on one of the pieces of linen.
    Delicately, I placed an amethyst atop the mud over each eye, and rubbed the oil of frankincense on the priest’s throat and lotus oil on his forehead. I found a three-legged stool in a corner of the alcove and placed it by Siptah’s crown. After sitting down, I reached out and placed my hands, one atop the other, over the vortex between Siptah’s eyebrows.
    Isis. Restore Siptah’s sight I silently beseeched the Queen of the Heavens over and over again. As I did so, I felt Isis’ loving energy flow from my heart, through my arms and hands and into Siptah’s forehead. Her love soon came in powerful waves and my whole body quivered and shook, but I managed to keep my hands in place.
    Eventually, the waves of love began to subside. After the last ripple had passed through me, I picked up the jar of fresh Nile water and walked to the altar. I poured the water over the statue of Horus, and dampened the remaining piece of linen in the basin where the water had collected. Standing next to Siptah, I removed the amethysts and gently wiped away the mud.
    “Sit up and open your eyes,” I said.
    Siptah did so, but with a dejected countenance. “I see nothing.”
    Siptah’s words came as a shock. Isis. What did I do wrong? I asked silently.
    “Wait,” the priest said as a smile crossed his lips. “I see some light.”
    He blinked several times. “I’m beginning to see you.”
    Siptah stood up. “I can see again. Not perfectly, but I can see!”
    The priest was joyous. I was pleased and relieved. “Your sight will continue to improve and in a few days you’ll see just as well as before,” I said, somehow knowing this would be so.
    The priest dropped to his knees and kissed the ground in front of me. “You have the power of a goddess and I shall worship you as one.”
    “Rise,” I said. “Pray to Isis, not to me.”
    Siptah ignored my words, so I bent down, placed my hands under each of his shoulders and guided him to his feet.
    “I must tell the other priests that I again can see,” he said. “Come with me, Tuya. They’ll be gathering for the procession to evening