I began to see why Maude's manner, though never cold, was often somewhat abstracted, for every passing year must have accentuated the evidence of our mortality and her preservation from it. Pierre produced, not the papyrus itself, but a paper from which he read to us his own translation of Holdtmann's German version. Though little more than an anecdote, it soon became evident why Hypatia, one of the foremost pagan scholars of her time, had recorded it, and her ecclesiastical foes had secreted it from posterity.
– A young man of Saqqara called Imhotep, the son of a stonemason, was accustomed to hunt with his hawks in the desert near the oasis of Alphaeum, where he also sought medicinal herbs. There was a rock in the open desert called the Egg that was usually covered by the sands but sometimes revealed to a height of about ten cubits. The people of that district said that the rock could heal the sick, and had a cave within it. Imhotep travelled for a day to find the rock, which at that time stood only four cubits higher than the sand. Seeing waterfowl fly up, he loosed his hawk, which only caught a snake. Imhotep left the snake, which was of no value, upon the rock and continued to hunt until sunset. He slept at the oasis, and returned at dawn to view the rock once more before departing. There he saw that the snake, which had certainly been dead, was raising its head.
Im just hoping to dear dog that this is perhaps a prologue and a first page.
I know it's not a hook.