THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING
of which stood a man-like figure covered with brazen scales,
horned and horrible. His colour was of verdigris; but his
face was of a blackish tint. In his hand he held a club.
“What is your name?’ I cried, advancing towards him.
“*Jokam,’ he answered sullenly.
“*Your sign?’ (I here repeated the omitted part of the
ritual). He winced, and I could see that he was a coward;
nevertheless, though it displeased him, he gave me
his sigil. &
“His name is spelt: o>. Having no further
question to ask him, I left him, bidding him DzcnTM
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sink. Jokam’s Sigil.
“ At the further end of the cave aman whom I had not seen
as yet came rushing into my arms; at once I saw that he was
being pursued by Jokam. I thereupon interposed, ordering
him to make the sign of the Qabalistic Cross, which, however,
he could not do.
““«What God do you worship?’ I asked.
“« Alas! I have no God,’ he answered. Thereupon I
allowed Jokam to seize him, and re-entering the cave they sank,
uttering most heart-rending yells of agony.
“As I once again approached the lake, a great albatross
rose from the water, and as she did so, the star fell away from
me, and a multitude of birds surrounded me and took me back
to the garret which I first visited.
“For this I was very grateful, and on seeing that I had
returned, the Adept came forward and took my hand, saying:
‘Go on,’ at which words I felt that a great strength had
been imparted to me.
“T then asked him about ‘ Abramelin,’ of whose Operation
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