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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

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.

Suddenly she was startled by Henry's voice.

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

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.

Oscar's gone till tomorrow. Perhaps you should have coffee, besides. That would do you the most good.

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

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?

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

He stood in the archway between the two drawing rooms, his long serge cape hanging loosely from one shoulder. Unshaven, very likely drunk. And that smile of his. It was chilling.

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

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

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

I do declare, miss, it gives me the shivers.

Yes, talked to it as if it could talk back. And Latin of all things. If you ask me, your father had been sick for some time.

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.

Too many years in the desert heat squandering money on corpses and statues and trinkets and trash.

Oscar's gone till tomorrow. Perhaps you should have coffee, besides. That would do you the most good.

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

Yes, talked to it as if it could talk back. And Latin of all things. If you ask me, your father had been sick for some time.

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.

He stood in the archway between the two drawing rooms, his long serge cape hanging loosely from one shoulder. Unshaven, very likely drunk. And that smile of his. It was chilling.

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.

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