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Taurus, the Bull
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Egypt that night. Osiris was again in a visible shape among his children.
There were to be rich harvests in the wide Nile valley, and health and prosperity and peace.
Only a child, lying on a carved bed under a painted ceiling, cried herself to sleep for a joy that was not to be hers—for a black calf that had grown to be a bull and gone away to the city of Apis, where he could never know how happy she would have made him with kisses and soft strokings and garlands of flowers.
And Apis himself? We cannot tell if he dreamed of Tophra and the white mother cow, as he lay in the stately stable, two thousand years ago.
