It came to pass that Isis came to her sister, and brought tidings of great joy, "Oh my Sister, whom I love, our Brother has returned from darkness, and there is gladness in his eyes and love in his heart again!" And Nephthys heard her sister, and the secret star inside her grew bright with joy. So, Nephthys went to him, and sat beside him, and she said, "Oh my Brother, whom I treasure above all others, speak to me of love." "Sister mine," he said, "I know love; I found a star which shines like few others." And Nephthys was overjoyed, and her heart filled with light, and the glow from her secret star shone softly on her face. "Sister," he continued, "she is bright like day, golden and mirthful, full of magic and splendour, our Sister Isis is." And Nephthys felt her heart break, and her secret star dimmed and hid again in shadow. But, she smiled at her Brother, whom she loved, and she said only, "I understand." And there was truth there, for her sister Isis was bright and beautiful like the Sun, and soft and tender like the Moon, and full of life and light and love. And so Nephthys understood.
But when her brother left, she was filled with sorrow. She sat on the steps, and her sorrow filled her, and veiled her, and she wrapped herself in it like a cloak. And so beautiful was the robe of sorrow, and so full of magic, that when her brother Osiris, whom Isis loved above all others, came and saw her, he took her in his arms, and held her, and the secret star within Nephthys shone faintly again. "Here," she thought, "is one who sees my secret star, and will know me, and love me as Isis is loved." And he held her, and he said, "Oh my Sister, whom I love, oh Isis, whom I treasure, do not cry." And Nephthys knew then that her cloak had fooled him, and he had taken her for her sister, bright and beautiful, and full of life. And again the vision of sorrow veiled her secret star. But, she smiled, and she said only, "I understand." And there was truth there.
And it came to pass that Isis came to her sister in sadness, and great sorrow, and she said, "Oh my Sister, whom I love, our Brother Osiris, whom I love above all else, is torn asunder, and and I cannot shine without him," but even through her veil of sorrow, Isis shone like the bright morning sky, and Nephthys could refuse her nothing. So Nephthys helped to heal the broken Osiris, and he was well. IIsis was joyous once more. She was full with beauty, and shone like the midsummer day, and was light and life and love. Isis thanked Nephthys and told her sister of her renewed joy, and Nephthys was happy for her, and she said "I understand," but her heart was veiled in sorrow.
And Nephthys went to her house, and she gathered about her the robe of sorrow, and all was quiet and dark. And so it is that Nephthys is called the Lady of the House; her house is named Understanding.