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towards her； and kissed her cheek。 He did this as gracefully as he did all things。 That strange thought came to her again which had e so often in the past。 She could have loved him and married him； had there been no Alex and no Edith。
And no Ramses；
〃I fear for you； my dear；〃 he said。 And then he left her。
The night； the silent empty night； with only the thinnest echo of the music below； lay before her。 And all her past countless nights of good and dreamless sleep seemed like the lost forts and delusions of childhood。
DAWN。 THE great endless rosy sky spread out beyond the dim shadows of the pyramids and the roughened； disfigured Sphinx； with his paws sprawled on the yellow sand before him。
The dim shape of the Mena House lay still and quiet with only a few tiny lights in its rear rooms。
Only a solitary man； draped in black； rode his ugly camel across the horizon。 Somewhere a steam train gave its deep； throbbing whistle。
Ramses walked through the sand； his garments blown back by the cold wind； until he came to the giant Sphinx and stood between its feet looking up at the ruined face； which in his time had been beautiful still； covered over in a fine casing of shining limestone。
〃But you stand here still；〃 he whispered in the ancient tongue； surveying this ruin。
In the cool still morning； he let himself remember a time when all answers had seemed to him to be so simple； when he the brave King had taken life with a swift blow of his sword or his cudgel。 When he'd struck down the priestess in her cave so no one else would possess the great secret。
A thousand times he'd wondered if that had not been his first and most terrible sin…to kill the innocent crone whose laughter still echoed in his ears。
I am not fool enough to drink it。
Was he truly damned for that？ A wanderer on the face of the earth like the biblical Cain； marked by this great eternal vigour which separated him from all humankind forever？
He did not know。 He knew only that he could not bear to be the only one any longer。 He had blundered； he would blunder again。 It was a certainty now。
Yet what if his isolation was meant？ And every attempt would end in such disaster？
He laid his hand on the hard rough stone of the Sphinx's paw。 The sand was deep and soft here； and the wind stirred it as it ruffled his robes； and tore at his eyes cruelly。
Again he looked up at the disfigured face。 He thought back to the age when he had e here in pilgrimage and in procession。 He heard the flutes； the drums。 He smelled the incense again and heard the soft； rhythmic incantations。
He made his own prayer now； but it was in the language and the manner of those times which gave him some sweet childish fort。
〃God of my fathers； of my land。 Look down on me with forgiveness。 Teach me the way； teach me what I must do to give back to nature what I have taken。 Or do I walk away in all humility； crying that I have blundered enough？ I am no god。 I know nothing of creation。 And little of justice。
〃But one thing is certain。 Those who made us all know little of justice either。 Or what they do know； great Sphinx； is like your wisdom。 A very great secret。〃
The great grey shadow of Shepheard's Hotel grew darker and ever more solid in the rising light as Samir and Ramses approached it…two robed figures moving swiftly and silently together。
A cumbersome black truck； rocking on its four wheels； pulled into the front drive before they reached it。 Newspapers in tightly bound bundles were thrown down upon the pavement。
Samir removed one quickly from the first bundle as the bellboys came out to collect the others。 He felt in his pocket for a coin and gave it to one of the boys； who took little heed of it。
ROBBERY AND MURDER IN DRESS SHOP
Ramses read the headline over his shoulder。 The two men looked at each other。
Then they walked away from the sleeping hotel； in search of some early morning cafe where they might sit and think and read this evil news； and ponder what to do about it。
Her eyes were open when the first rays of the sun pierced the thin curtains。 How beautiful it looked to her； the great arms of the god； reaching out to touch her。
How stupid the Greeks had been to think the mighty disk the chariot of a deity； driven wildly over the horizon。
Her ancestors had known： the sun was the god Ra。 The giver of life。 The one and only god before all gods； without whom all gods were nothing。
The sun struck the mirror； and a great golden glare filled the room； blinding her for an instant。 She sat up in the bed； her hand resting lightly on the shoulder of her lover。 A dizziness overcame her。 It seemed her head was teeming suddenly。
〃Ramses！〃 she whispered。
The warm sun fell silently over her face； her knotted brows and her closed eyelids。 She felt it on her breasts and on her outstretched arm。
Tingling； warmth； a sudden great breath of well…being。
She rose from the bed； and moved on swift feet across the deep green carpet。 Softer than grass； it ate the sound of her steps pletely。
She stood in the window looking out over the square； looking out again to the great silver glare of the river。 With the back of her hand； she touched her own warm cheek。
A deep ripple of sensation passed through her。 It was as if a wind had caught her hair and lifted it lightly off her neck； a hot desert wind； stealing over the sands； slipping into the palace halls； and creeping over her； and somehow into her； and through her。
Her hair made a soft zinging sound as if being stroked by a hairbrush。
In the catabs it had begun！ The old priest had told the tale； and they all laughed at supper。 An immortal slumbering in a deep rock tomb； Ramses the Damned； counsel to dynasties past； who had gone to sleep in the dark in the time of her great…great…grandfathers 。
And when she'd awakened； she'd called for him。
〃It is an old legend。 My father's father told it to him； though he did not believe it。 But I have seen him with my own eyes； the sleeping King。 Yet you must be aware of the danger。〃
Thirteen years old。 She did not believe in such a thing as danger； not in the ordinary sense； there had always been danger。
They walked together through the rough…cut stone passage。 Dust fell from the loose ceiling above。 The priest carried the torch before them。
〃What danger？ These catabs are the danger。 They may cave in on us！〃
Several rocks had fallen at her feet。
〃I tell you I don't like this； old man。〃
The priest had pushed on。 A thin baldheaded man with stooped shoulders。
〃The legend says that once awakened； he cannot easily be dispatched。 He is no mindless thing； but an immortal man with a will of his own。 He will counsel the King or Queen of Egypt； as he has done in the past； but he will do as he pleases as well。〃
〃My father knew of this？〃
〃He was told。 He did not believe。 Neither did your father's father； or his father。 Ah； but King Ptolemy； in the time of Alexander； he knew； and he called Ramses forth saying the words： 'Rise； Ramses the Great； a King of Egypt needs your counsel。'〃
〃And he returned； this Ramses； to his darkened chamber？ Leaving only the priests with the secret？〃
〃So I have been told； as my father was told； and that I should e to the sovereign of my time and tell the story。〃
It was hot； suffocating； in this place。 No coolness of the deep earth here。 She did not like to go any further。 She did not like the flickering of the torch； the evil light on the rounded ceiling。 Here and mere were marks on the walls； scribbles in the ancient picture language。 She could not read them； who could？ It made her afraid； and she loathed being afraid。
And they had taken so many twists and turns that she could never find her own way out now。
〃Yes； tell the Queen of your time the tale；〃 she said；〃 while she is young enough and fool enough to listen。〃
〃Young enough to have faith。 That is what you have； faith and dreams。 Wisdom is not always the gift of old age； Majesty。 Rather； it is sometimes the curse。〃
〃And so we go to this ancient one？〃 She had laughed。
〃Courage； Majesty。 He lies there； beyond those doors。〃
She'd peered ahead。 There were a pair of doors…enormous doors！ Layered over with dust； and covered beneath the dust with inscriptions。 Her heart had quickened。
〃Take me into this chamber。〃
〃Yes； Majesty。 But remember the caution。 Once waked he cannot be sent away。 He is a powerful immortal。〃
〃I don't care！ I want to see this！〃
She'd gone ahead of the old man。 In the dancing glow from his torch she'd read the Greek aloud：
〃Here lies Ramses the Immortal。 Called by himself Ramses the Damned； for he cannot die。 And sleeps eternally； waiting the call of the Kings and Queens of Egypt。〃
She'd stepped back。
〃Open the doors！ Hurry！〃
Behind her； he had touched some secret place in the wall。 With a great grinding the doors had slid back slowly； revealing a vast unadorned chamber。
The priest had raised the torch high as