"Can you not divine that I am dying, Signore?"
"I have faith, Signora, that your metempsychosis will be upward---toward the infinite.”
“You are very kind, Giordano.” Her eyes seemed to shine with sudden energy. “And yet you doubt my power. Is it because I am a woman?”
He shook his head. “It is only that you have not studied the hermetic texts.”
“I don't need them, Signore. Let me substitute my Beast trump for your triumphant beast. I’ll cast a real spell. I’ll show you that the stellar phantasms are still there--you didn't permanently expel them--and that they can be made corporeal.”
“What is this beast trump? Let me see it, Signora.”
She held up a card, turned it toward him. “The devil, see?
