anner.themummy-第40部分
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And then he'd turned； wiping his lip with the back of his hand； his eyes wide as the shock coursed through him； his face throbbing； his body hardening as if he were in his chariot before the battlefield； on the verge of raising his sword and giving the cry。 The priestess had taken a step backwards。 What had she seen？ His hair stirring； writhing； as if lifted by a swift breeze； the grey hairs falling away as the strong brown hair replaced them； his black eyes fading； turning the colour of sapphires…the stunning transformation that he would verify later when he held up the mirror。
〃Well； we shall see； shan't we？〃 he had cried； his heart pumping fiercely； his muscles tingling。 Ah； how light and powerful he'd felt。 He could have taken flight。〃 Do I live or die； priestess？〃
Stunned； he stared at the London street before him。 As if it were only hours ago！ The moment whole and entire； and he could still hear the flapping of those wings against the grate。 Seven hundred years had passed between that moment and the night he'd entered the tomb for his first long sleep。 And two thousand since he'd been awakened； only to go to the grave within a few years again。
And now this is London； this is the twentieth century。 Suddenly he was trembling violently。 Again； the damp smoky wind stirred the feathers of the grey dove that lay dead in the street。 He walked forward through the sludge and knelt down beside the bird and scooped it up in his hands。 Ah； fragile thing。 So full of life one moment； and now no more than refuse； though the white down fluttered on its warm； narrow little chest。
Oh； how the chill wind hurt him。 How the sight of the dead thing pierced his heart。
Holding it in his right hand； he drew out the half…full vial of the elixir with his left。 He pushed open the hinged cap with his thumb and poured the shimmering liquid over the dead creature； forcing one heavy drop after another into its open beak。
Not a second passed before the thing quickened。 The tiny round eyes opened。 The bird struggled to right itself； its wings flapping violently。 He let it go； and up it went； circling as it soared beneath the heavy leaden sky。
He watched until it had disappeared from sight。 Immortal now。 To fly forever。
And another memory came； silent and swift as an assassin。 The mausoleum； the marble halls； the pillars； and the gaunt figure of Cleopatra running beside him as he walked on； faster and faster； away from the dead body of Mark Antony lying on the gilded couch。
〃You can bring him back！〃 she screamed。〃 You know you can。 It's not too late。 Ramses。 Give it to us both； Mark Antony and me！ Ramses； don't turn away from me。〃 Her long nails had scratched at his arm。
In a rage he'd turned； slapped her； knocked her backwards。 Astonished； she'd fallen； then crumpled into sobs。 How frail she'd been； almost haggard； with the dark circles beneath her eyes。
The bird was gone over the London rooftops。 The sun grew brighter； a shocking white light behind the rolling clouds。
His vision blurred； his heart was pounding thickly in his chest。 He was weeping； weeping helplessly。 Ye gods； what had made him think the pain would not e？
He'd wakened after centuries in a great luxurious numbness； and now that numbness was thawing； and the heat of his love and his grief would soon be wholly his once more。 This was but the first taste of suffering； and what was the blessing； that he was alive； heart and soul； again？
He stared at the vial in his hand。 He was tempted to crush it； and let its contents drip from his fingers into this foul and rutted street。 Take the other vials out someplace far away from London where the grass grew high surely； and only the wild flowers would witness； and there pour all the liquid into the field。
But what were these vain fancies？ He knew how to make it。 He had memorized those words off that tablet。 He could not destroy what was forever engraved on his own mind。
Samir left the cab and walked the remaining fifty yards to his destination； hands shoved in his pockets； collar turned up against the driving wind。 Reaching the house on the corner； he went up the stone steps and knocked on the peeling door。
A woman draped all in black wool opened the door a crack； then admitted him。 Quietly he entered a cluttered room where two Egyptians sat smoking and reading the morning papers； the shelves and tables around them covered with Egyptian goods。 A papyrus and a magnifying glass lay to one side on the table。
Samir glanced at the papyrus。 Nothing of importance。 He glanced at a long； yellow mummy； its wrappings still quite well preserved； lying carelessly； it seemed； on a nearby shelf。
〃Ah； Samir； don't trouble yourself；〃 said the tallest of the two men； whose name was Abdel。〃 Nothing but fakes on the market。 Zaki's work； as you know。 Except for that fellow。。。〃 The man pointed to the mummy。〃 He's real enough； but not worth your time。〃
Nevertheless Samir took a closer look at the mummy。
〃The dregs of a private collection；〃 Abdel said。〃 Not in your class。〃
Samir nodded； then turned back to Abdel。
〃I did hear； however； that some rare Cleopatra coins have surfaced；〃 Abdel said； a bit playfully。〃 Ah； if I could get my hands on one of those。〃
〃I need a passport； Abdel；〃 Samir said。〃 Citizenship papers。 I need them fast。〃
Abdel did not immediately answer。 He watched with interest as Samir reached into his pocket。
〃And money。 I need that too。〃
Samir held up the glittering Cleopatra coin。
Abdel reached for it before he was out of his chair。 Samir watched him without expression as he examined it。
〃Discretion； my friend；〃 Samir said。〃 Speed and discretion。 Let us discuss the details。〃
Oscar was back。 Now that might be a problem； Julie thought； but only if Rita said something foolish； but then Oscar never listened to Rita。 He thought Rita was a fool。
As Julie came down the stairs； she found her butler just closing the front door。 He had a bouquet of roses in his arms。 He gave her the letter that had e with them。
〃Just arrived； miss；〃 he said。
〃Yes； I know。〃
With relief she saw it was from Elliott； not Alex； and hastily she read the letter as Oscar waited。
〃Call the Earl of Rutherford； Oscar。 Tell him I cannot possibly e tonight。 And I shall call later myself to explain。〃
He was about to go when she took one of the roses out of the bouquet。〃 Put them in the dining room； Oscar；〃 she said。 She sampled the fragrance； then felt the soft petals with her finger。 What was she going to do about Alex？ Surely it was too soon to do anything； but every day only made matters worse。
Ramses。 Where was he？ That was really the first order of business。 The door of her father's room had been open； the bed untouched。
She hurried back through the hall to the conservatory。 Even before she reached the door； she saw the magnificent bougainvillea laden with red blossoms。
And to think that yesterday she hadn't noticed these beautiful blooms。 And look at the ferns； magnificent。 And the lilies that had opened early in their pots throughout the room。
〃What a miracle；〃 she said。
She saw Ramses seated in a wicker chair； watching her。 And already dressed splendidly for the day's adventures。 And this time he'd made no mistakes。 How ruddy and beautiful he looked in the streaming sunlight； his hair fuller； richer； and his great blue eyes filled with a sombre melancholy as he looked at her； that is； before he brightened pletely and gave her that irresistible smile。
For one moment a shock of fear passed through her。 He seemed on the edge of tears。 He rose from the chair and came towards her and lightly touched her face with his fingers。
〃What a miracle you are！〃 he said。
A silence fell gently between them。 She wanted to reach up and throw her arms about his neck。 She merely looked at him； feeling his closeness； then she reached out and touched his face。
She should draw back； she knew it。 But he surprised her。 He drew back and then； kissing her almost reverently on the forehead； he sai
