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You're talking to that damned thing, just the way your father did.

Good Lord, I didn't know you were here Where did you come from?

So strange that she was on the verge of tears. Father dead. And this which had meant so much to him. Father in an unmarked grave in Cairo as he had wanted it to be; and Ramses the Damned the toast of London.

Good Lord, I didn't know you were here Where did you come from?

The words in the diary came back to her with painful clarity. You are immortal, my love, she said. My father's seen to it. You may curse us for opening your tomb, but thousands will come to see you; thousands will eventually speak your name. You will live forever. ...

Don't be absurd, Rita. Bring me some coffee, like a good girl. She drew even closer to the thing. After all, there was no one here to stop her. She could touch it if she wished. She listened for Rita's retreat. Heard the kitchen door open and close. Then she did reach out and touch the linen bandages that covered the right arm. Too soft, too fragile. And hot from the sun

Coffee for Mr. Stratford, too, please, Rita, Julie said, because he hadn't moved. It was perfectly clear he wasn't going anywhere. He was staring at the mummy, in fact, as if it had startled him. Did Father really speak to him like that? she asked. The way I was doing?

Suddenly she was startled by Henry's voice.

How his words stung her. So careless, yet so hateful. He paused before one of the jars, with his back to her. In the mirror she saw him scowling down at it.

I'm supposed to be looking out for you, he said, remember?

He turned around sharply.

Where's the key to the drinks cupboard? It's locked, you know. Why the devil does Oscar do that?

Where's the key to the drinks cupboard? It's locked, you know. Why the devil does Oscar do that?

Good Lord, I didn't know you were here Where did you come from?

He didn't immediately answer. He turned away, and moved to inspect the alabaster jars, even his posture slouching and arrogant.

Coffee for Mr. Stratford, too, please, Rita, Julie said, because he hadn't moved. It was perfectly clear he wasn't going anywhere. He was staring at the mummy, in fact, as if it had startled him. Did Father really speak to him like that? she asked. The way I was doing?

So strange that she was on the verge of tears. Father dead. And this which had meant so much to him. Father in an unmarked grave in Cairo as he had wanted it to be; and Ramses the Damned the toast of London.

No, this is not good for you, is it? she asked, glancing up at the thing's eyes as if it were rude to do otherwise. But I don't want them to take you away. I '11 miss you when you're no longer here. But I won't let them cut you open. That much, I promise you.

Coffee for Mr. Stratford, too, please, Rita, Julie said, because he hadn't moved. It was perfectly clear he wasn't going anywhere. He was staring at the mummy, in fact, as if it had startled him. Did Father really speak to him like that? she asked. The way I was doing?

Yes, of course. I'm sure you are absolutely delighted.

You're talking to that damned thing, just the way your father did.

Would it now, my dear? He removed the cape as he walked arrogantly towards her, his eyes sweeping the Egyptian room as if he did not entirely approve of it. You never let me down, do you? he asked, and flashed that bitter smile again. My childhood playmate, my cousin, my little sister I loathe coffee. I want some port or sherry.

I'm supposed to be looking out for you, he said, remember?

Good Lord, I didn't know you were here Where did you come from?

Was that dark brown hair she saw beneath the bandages that surrounded the skull? It seemed there was a great thickness of it there, bound painfully tight to the bones, giving a horrid effect of baldness. But it was the overall spectacle that really caught her and carried her away now from the details. The thing had a distinct personality, rather like a fine sculpture would have. Tall, broad-shouldered Ramses with his head bowed, and his hands in that attitude of resignation.

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