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ught him an hour ago。
He gave her a moment to read this。 And then he wrote beneath his cartouche the arabic numerals 3000。
〃Ramses is three thousand years old；〃 she said； pointing to him； 〃and Ramses knows it。〃
He nodded again； and smiled。 What was his expression？ Sad； resigned； merely thoughtful？ There was a great dark flicker of pain in his eyes。 The smile did not break； but she saw it； and she saw a subtle puckering of the lids beneath his eyes as he pondered this himself； and apparently moved back from it emotionally。 He looked about the room now as if he were seeing it for the first time。 He looked at the ceiling； and then at the floor； and then directly at the bust of Cleopatra。 His eyes were as wide as before； his smile as soft and agreeable； but the something was gone from his face。 The vigour。 It had pletely vanished。
When he looked at her again； there was a thin glaze of tears in his eyes。 She couldn't bear it。 She reached out and clasped his left hand。 His fingers curled around hers； squeezing them tenderly。 〃Very many years； Julie；〃 he said。 〃Very many years。 The world unseen by me。 Do I speak clearly？〃
〃Oh； yes； indeed you do；〃 she said。
He studied her； whispering slowly； and almost reverently；〃 Very many many years； Julie。〃 And then he smiled。 And his smile became broader。 And then his shoulders began to shake。 And she realized he was laughing。〃 Two thousand years； Julie。〃 He laughed outright。 And the look of wild excitement returned； the look of heightened vitality。 Only slowly did his eyes turn to the bust of Cleopatra。 He stared at it for a long moment； and then he looked at Julie again； and the curiosity and optimism had returned。 For that was it； a great vigorous optimism。
She wanted to kiss him。 In fact； the urge was so strong it amazed her。 It wasn't merely the beauty of his face； it was the deep resonant quality of his voice； and the look of pain in his eyes； and the way he smiled at her now； and reached up and touched her hair ever so respectfully。 Chills ran down her back。
〃Ramses is immortal；〃 she said。 〃Ramses has vitam eternom。〃
A small polite laugh of acknowledgment came from him。 A nod。〃 Yes；〃 he said。〃 Vitam eternam。〃
Was she feeling love for this man？ Or merely an infatuation so overpowering it swept every other consideration out of her mind？ Even Henry and what he had done； that he had killed her father？
Henry must wait。 Justice had to wait。 Unless she was to kill Henry herself； and that was quite unthinkable。 But this； this was everything now； this man sitting before her。 Her hatred for Henry would have its day。 Henry was heading towards God's justice more surely than any human being she had ever known。
And she stood gazing into these magnificent blue eyes； feeling the warmth of the hand that held hers； swept into this man's future by a miracle。
There was a violent noise from the street。 It could only have been a motor car。 He heard it； there was no doubt of that； but only very slowly did he respond； looking away from her and towards the front windows。 Then placing his arm very lightly on her shoulder； he guided her with him to the front of the house。
What a gentleman he was； what a strange courtly being。 He peered out through the lace at what must surely have been a shocking spectacle…an Italian roadster idling； with two young men in the front seat； both of them waving at a young lady who was walking on the pavement opposite。 The driver sounded the horn； a nasty loud thing； and it gave Ramses a bad start。 But he continued to look at the rumbling； backfiring open car； not with fear； but with curiosity。 As the thing began to move； and then lurched down the street； his curiosity gave way to utter astonishment。
〃Motorcar；〃 she said。〃 It runs on gasoline。 It is a machine。 An invention。〃
〃Motor car！〃 He moved immediately to the front door； and opened it。
〃No； you must e； get properly dressed；〃 she said。〃 Vestments； proper vestments。〃
〃Shirt； tie； trousers； shoes；〃 he said。
She laughed。 He made a gesture for her to wait。 She watched as he went into the Egyptian room； and studied the long line of alabaster jars。 He selected one； and turned it to reveal a small hidden partment at the base； which was now opened。 Out of this he took several gold coins。 He brought these to her。
〃Vestments；〃 he said。
She studied them only a second or two in the light from the windows。 More of the flawless Cleopatra coins。
〃Oh； no；〃 she said；〃 these are worth far too much for us to spend them。 Put them away。 You are my guest here。 I shall take care of everything。〃
She took him by the hand and led him up the stairs。 Once again； he studied everything about him。 Only this time he paused to examine the porcelain whatnots on the shelf。 He stopped beneath her father's portrait in the upstairs hall。
〃Lawrence；〃 he said。 Then； looking intently at her：〃 Henry？ Where is Henry？〃
〃I shall take care of Henry；〃 she said。〃 Time and the courts of law 。。。 judicium 。。。 justice shall take care of Henry。〃
He indicated he was not satisfied with this answer。 He drew the paring knife out of his pocket and ran his thumb along the blade。〃 I； Ramses； shall kill Henry。〃
〃No！〃 Her hands flew to her lips。〃 No。 Justice。 Law！〃 she said。〃 We are a people of courts and laws。 When the time es 。。。〃 But she broke down。 She could say no more。 The tears welled in her eyes。 It was hitting her again。 Henry robbed Father of this triumph； this mystery； this very moment。〃 No；〃 she said as he tried to steady her。 He put his hand on his chest。〃 I； Ramses； am justice；〃 he said。〃 King； court； justice。〃
She sniffled； trying to stop her tears。 She wiped at her lips with the back of her hand。
〃You're a very fast learner of words；〃 she said；〃 but you cannot kill Henry。 I cannot live if you kill Henry。〃
Suddenly he took her face in his hands； and forcing her to him； he kissed her。 It was brief； yet absolutely devastating。 She reeled； and turned her back on him。
Quickly； she walked to the end of the hall and opened her father's door。 She did not turn around and look at him again as she took the clothing out of the wardrobe。 She laid out the shirt； the trousers； the belt。 Socks； shoes。 She pointed to the pictures on the wall； all the old photographs her father had treasured of himself and Elliott and Randolph and other cronies； from Oxford days to the present。 The coat； she'd forgotten the coat。 She dragged that out too and laid it down on the bed。
Then and only then did she look up。 He stood in the door； watching her。 The robe was open now to his waist； surely there was something profoundly primitive in the way he stood there； arms folded； feet apart； yet it seemed at the moment the very height of decorous sophistication。
He moved into the room now； surveying it with the same curiosity with which he approached everything else。 He saw the photographs of her father； along with Randolph and Elliott at Oxford。 He turned to look at the clothing laid out on the bed。 Clearly he was paring the clothes with that of the men in the pictures。
〃Yes；〃 she said；〃 you should dress like that。〃
His eyes darted to the Archaeology Journal on the dressing table。 He picked it up and leafed through it； stopping at a full engraving of the great pyramid at Giza which contained also the Mena Hotel。 What in the world was he thinking？ He closed it。
〃RRRRR 。。。 kay 。。。 ology；〃 he said。 With the utter guile…lessness of a child； he smiled。
His eyes positively glittered as he looked at her。 There was a scant bit of hair on his massive chest。 She must get out of here now。
〃You dress； Ramses。 Like the pictures。 I'll help you later if you make any mistakes。〃
〃Very well； Julie Stratford；〃 he said in that paralyzingly perfect British accent。〃 I dress alone。 I have done this before。〃
Of course。 Slaves。 He had always had them； hadn't he？ Probably by the dozens。 Well； there was nothing to be done about it。 She could not start removing that robe with her own hands。 Her cheeks were burning。 She could feel it。 She hurried out； and quietly shut the door。
HENRY WAS now as drunk as he had ever been in his life。 He had finished the bottle of Scotch which he had taken without permission from Elliott； and the r'〃 ' brandy was going down like water。 But it did not help。
He was smoking one Egyptian cheroot after another； filling Daisy's flat with the pungent fragrance he had grown accustomed to in Cairo； And all it did was make him think of Malenka； and how he wished he was with Malenka； though he also wished he had never set foot in Egypt； that he had never entered that chamber in the side of the mountain where his uncle Lawrence had been poring over a stack of ancient scrolls。
That thing had been alive！ That thing had seen him slip the poison into Lawrence's cup。 No mistaking now the memory of those eyes open under the bandages； no mistaking that the thing had e out of its coffin in Julie's house and clamped its filthy hand on his neck。
No one understood the danger he was in。 No one understood because no one kn