Jane watching the eyes of the others, unfastened the string of the Amulet and laid it on the bed, but too far off for the Priest to seize it, even if he had been so dishonourable. Cyril and Robert stood beside him, ready to spring on him if one of his hands had moved but ever so little towards the magic treasure that was theirs. But his hands did not move, only his eyes opened very wide, and so did everyone elseâ€™s for the Amulet the Priest had now quivered and shook; and then, as steel is drawn to the magnet, it was drawn across the white counterpane, nearer and nearer to the Amulet, warm from the neck of Jane. And then, as one drop of water mingles with another on a rain-wrinkled window-pane, as one bead of quick-silver is drawn into another bead, Rekh-maraâ€™s Amulet slipped into the other one, and, behold! there was no more but the one Amulet!
â€˜Oh,â€™ she said almost in a whisper, â€˜then it WAS true. And we HAVE got our heartsâ€™ desire.â€™
â€˜I donâ€™t know. You interfered,â€™ said Jane ungratefully. â€˜I SHOULD have liked to see the last of it.â€™
â€˜Hold up the Amulet,â€™ cried the Psammead suddenly. The place where they stood was now crowded with men and women, and the children were strained tight against the parapet. The turret rocked and swayed; the wave had reached the golden wall.