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〃The hell I will。〃
He glared at the guard who blocked his path。 The man moved。 Samir turned back to hold off the reporters。 Who was going into the tomb？ they wanted to know。
〃This is a family matter；〃 he said quickly and coldly to the woman reporter trying to follow him。 The guard stepped in her path。
So little time left。 Lawrence stopped writing； wiped his brow carefully； folded his handkerchief and made one more brief note：
〃Brilliant to hide the elixir in a wilderness of poisons。 What safer place for a potion that confers immortality than among potions that bring death。 And to think they were her poisons… those which Cleopatra tested before deciding to use the venom of the asp to take her life。〃
He stopped； wiped his brow again。 Already so hot in here。
And within a few short hours； they'd be upon him； demanding that he leave the tomb for the museujn officials。 Oh； if only he had made this discovery without the museum。 God knows； he hadn't needed them。 And they would take it all out of his hands。
The sun came in fine shafts through the rough…cut doorway。 It struck the alabaster jars in front of him； and it seemed he heard something…faint； like a whispered breath。
He turned and looked at the mummy； at the features clearly molded beneath the tight wrappings。 The man who claimed to be Ramses had been tall； and perhaps robust。
Not an old man； like the creature lying in the Cairo Museum。 But then this Ramses claimed that he had never grown old。 He was immortal； and merely slept within these bandages。 Nothing could kill him； not even the poisons in this room； which he had tried in quantity； when grief for Cleopatra had left him half…mad。 On his orders； his servants had wrapped his unconscious body； they had buried him alive； in the coffin he had had prepared for himself； supervising every detail； then they had sealed the tomb with the door that he himself had inscribed。
But what had rendered him unconscious？ That was the mystery。 Ah； what a delicious story。 And what if…？
He found himself staring at the grim creature in its bindings of yellow linen。 Did he really believe that something was alive there？ Something that could move and speak？
It made Lawrence smile。
He turned back to the jars on the desk。 The sun was making the little room an inferno。 Taking his handkerchief； he carefully lifted the lid of the first jar before him。 Smell of bitter almonds。 Something as deadly as cyanide。
And the immortal Ramses claimed to have ingested half the contents of the jar in seeking to end his cursed life。
What if there were an immortal being under those wrappings ？
There came that sound again。 What was it？ Not a rustling； no； nothing so distinct。 Rather like an intake of breath。
Once again he looked at the mummy。 The sun was shining full on it in long； beautiful dusty rays…the sun that shone through church windows； or through the branches of old oaks in dim forest glens。
It seemed he could see the dust rising from the ancient figure： a pale gold mist of moving particles。 Ah； he was too tired！
And the thing； it did not seem so withered any longer； rather it had taken on the contour of a man。〃 But what were you really； my ancient friend？〃 Lawrence asked softly。〃 Mad？ Deluded？ Or just what you claim to be… Ramses the Great？〃
It gave him a chill to say it…what the French call a frisson。 He rose and drew closer to the mummy。
The rays of the sun were positively bathing the thing。 For the first time he noticed the contours of its eyebrows beneath the wrappings； there seemed more expression…hard； determined… to its face。
Lawrence smiled。 He spoke to it in Latin； piecing together his sentences carefully。〃 Do you know how long you've slumbered； immortal Pharaoh？ You who claimed to have lived one thousand years？〃
Was he murdering the ancient language？ He had spent so many years translating hieroglyphs that he was rusty with Caesar's tongue。〃 It's been twice that long； Ramses； since you sealed yourself in this chamber； since Cleopatra put the poisonous snake to her breast。〃
He stared at the figure； silent for a moment。 Was there a mummy that did not arouse in one some deep； cold fear of death？ You could believe life lingered there somehow； that the soul was trapped in the wrappings and could only be freed if the thing were destroyed。
Without thinking he spoke now in English。
〃Oh； if only you were immortal。 If only you could open your eyes on this modern world。 And if only I didn't have to wait for permission to remove those miserable bandages； to look on 。。。 your face！〃
The face。 Had something changed in the face？ No； it was only the full sunlight； wasn't it？ But the face did seem fuller。 Reverently； Lawrence reached out to touch it but then didn't； his hand poised there motionless。
He spoke in Latin again。〃 It's the year 1914； my great King。 And the name Ramses the Great is still known to all the world； and so is the name of your last Queen。〃
Suddenly there was a noise behind him。 Henry：
〃Speaking to Ramses the Great in Latin； Uncle？ Maybe the curse is already working on your brain。〃
〃Oh； he understands Latin；〃 Lawrence answered； still staring at the mummy。〃 Don't you； Ramses？ And Greek also。 And Persian and Etruscan； and tongues the world has forgotten。 Who knows？ Perhaps you knew the tongues of the ancient northern barbarians which became our own English centuries ago。〃 Once again； he lapsed into Latin。〃 But oh； there are so many wonders in the world now； great Pharaoh。 There are so many things I could show you。 。。。〃
〃I don't think he can hear you； Uncle；〃 Henry said coldly。 There was a soft chink of glass touching glass。〃 Let's hope not； in any case。〃
Lawrence turned around sharply。 Henry； a briefcase tucked under his left arm； held the lid of one of the jars in his right hand。
〃Don't touch that！〃 Lawrence said crossly。〃 It's poison； you imbecile。 They're all full of poisons。 One pinch and you'll be as dead as he is。 That is； if he's truly dead。〃 Even the sight of his nephew made him angry。 And at a time such as this。。。
Lawrence turned back to the mummy。 Why； even the hands seemed fuller。 And one of the rings had almost broken through the wrapping。 Only hours ago。。。
〃Poisons？〃 Henry asked behind him。
〃It's a veritable laboratory of poisons；〃 Lawrence answered。〃 The very poisons Cleopatra tried； before her suicide； upon her helpless slaves！〃 But why waste this precious information on Henry？
〃How incredibly quaint；〃 his nephew answered。 Cynical； sarcastic。〃 I thought she was bitten by an asp。〃
〃You're an idiot； Henry。 You know less history than an Egyptian camel driver。 Cleopatra tried a hundred poisons before she settled on the snake。〃
He turned and watched coldly as his nephew touched the marble bust of Cleopatra； his fingers passing roughly over the nose； the eyes。
〃Well； I fancy this is worth a small fortune； anyway。 And these coins。 You aren't going to give these things to the British Museum； are you？〃
Lawrence sat down in the camp chair。 He dipped the pen。 Where had he stopped in his translation？ Impossible to concentrate with these distractions。
〃Is money all you think about？〃 he asked coldly。〃 And what have you ever done with it but gamble it away？〃 He looked up at his nephew。 When had the youthful fire died in that handsome face？ When had arrogance hardened it； and aged it； and made it so deadly dull？〃 The more I give you； the more you lose at the tables。 Go back to London； for the love of heaven。 Go back to your mistress and your music hall cronies。 But get out。〃
There was a sharp noise from outside…another motor car backfiring as it ground its way up the sandy road。 A dark…faced servant in soiled clothes entered suddenly； with a full breakfast tray in his hands。 Samir came behind him。
〃I cannot hold them back much longer； Lawrence；〃 Samir said。 With a small graceful gesture； he bid the servant set down the breakfast on the edge of the portable desk。〃 The men from the British embassy are here also； Lawrence。 So is every reporter from Alexandria to Cairo。 It is quite a circus out there； I fear。〃
Lawrence stared at the silver dishes； the china cups。 He wanted nothing now but to be alone with his treasures。
〃Oh； just keep them out as long as you can； Samir。 Give me a few more hours alone with these scrolls。 Samir； the story is so sad； so poignant。〃
〃I'll do my best；〃 Samir answered。〃 But do take breakfast； Lawrence。 You're exhausted。 You need nourishment and rest。〃
〃Samir； I've never been better。 Keep them out of here till noon。 Oh； and take Henry with you。 Henry； go with Samir。 He'll see that you have something to eat。〃
〃Yes； do e with me； sir； please；〃 Samir said quickly。
〃I have to speak to my uncle alone。〃
Lawrence looked back at his notebook。 And the scroll opened above it。 Yes； the King had been talking of his grief after； that he had retreated here to a secret study far away from Cleopatra's mausoleum in Alexandria； far away from the Valley of the Kings。
〃Unc
