Chapter whereby one prayeth for a palette and an inkstand.

Oh mighty one, who seest thy father, and who hast charge of the book of the Wise.

Here am I, I come and am glorified and filled with soul and power and provided with the writings of the Wise, which I bring in order to purify the tunnel which is in the darkness. I bring the palette and I bring the inkstand as the instruments of the Wise, the secrets of which are divine.

Here am I, as the scribe; I bring the remains of the righteous; and the writing which I have made upon them is decreed by the great God to be good, daily, among the good. Thou hast decreed, O Lord of the Two Horizons, that I shall be the author of truth and tend it daily to the Light.