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an　dying　on　the　couch；　and　the　other；　immortal；　turning　his　back　on　her；　she　saw　something　she　had　not　seen　in　those　tragic　moments。　She　saw　that　both　were　human；　she　saw　the　grief　in　Ramses'　eyes。
　
　Later；　when　she'd　lain　as　if　dead　herself；　refusing　to　move　or　speak；　after　they'd　buried　Antony；　Ramses　had　said　to　her：〃　You　were　the　finest　of　them　all。　You　were　the　one。　You　had　the　courage　of　a　man　and　the　heart　of　a　woman。　You　had　the　wits　of　a　King　and　a　Queen's　cunning。　You　were　the　finest。　I　thought　your　lovers　would　be　a　school　for　you；　not　your　ruin。〃
　
　What　would　she　say　now　if　she　could　revisit　that　chamber？　I　know。　I　understand？　Yet　the　bitterness　welled　in　her；　the　dark　uncontrollable　hatred　when　she　looked　at　young　Lord　Summer…field　walking　beside　her；　this　fair　and　fragile　mortal　boy…man。
　
　〃Dearest；　can　you　confide　in　me？　I've　only　known　you　for　a　short　while；　but　I　。。。〃
　
　〃What　is　it　you　want　to　say；　Alex？〃
　
　〃It　sounds　so　foolish。〃
　
　〃Tell　me。〃
　
　〃That　I　love　you。〃
　
　She　lifted　her　hand　to　his　cheek；　touched　it　tenderly　with　her　knuckles。
　
　〃But　who　are　you？　Where　did　you　e　from？〃　　he　whispered。　He　took　her　hand　and　kissed　it；　his　thumbs　rubbing　her　palm。　A　faint　ripple　of　passion　softened　her　all　over；　made　the　heat　throb　in　her　breasts。
　
　〃I'll　never　hurt　you；　Lord　Alex。〃
　
　〃Your　Highness；　tell　me　your　name。〃
　
　〃Make　a　name　for　me；　Lord　Alex。　Call　me　what　you　will；　if　you　do　not　believe　the　name　I　gave　you。〃
　
　Troubled；　his　dark　brown　eyes。　If　he　bent　to　kiss　her；　she　would　pull　him　down　here　on　the　stones。　Make　love　to　him　till　he　was　spent　again。
　
　〃Regina；〃　　he　whispered。〃　My　Queen。〃
　
　So　Julie　Stratford　had　left　him；　had　she？　The　modern　woman　who　went　everywhere　on　her　own　and　did　as　she　pleased。　But　then　it　had　been　a　great　King　who　had　seduced　her。　And　now　Alex　had　his　Queen。
　
　She　saw　Antony　again；　dead　on　the　couch。　Your　Majesty；　we　should　take　him　away　now。
　
　Ramses　had　turned　to　her　and　whispered；〃　e　with　me！〃
　
　Lord　Summerfield　stoked　the　heat　in　her；　his　mouth　on　her　mouth；　oblivious　to　the　tourists　who　passed　them。　Lord　Summerfield；　who　would　die　as　Antony　had　died。
　
　Would　Julie　Stratford　be　allowed　to　die？
　
　〃Take　me　back　to　the　bedchamber；〃　　she　whispered。〃　I　starve　for　you；　Lord　Alex。　I　shall　strip　the　clothes　off　you　here　if　we　don't　go。〃
　
　〃Your　slave　forever；〃　　he　answered。
　
　In　the　motor　car；　she　clung　to　him。
　
　〃What　is　it；　Your　Highness；　tell　me？〃
　
　She　looked　out　at　the　hordes　of　mortals　passing　her；　the　countless　thousands　of　this　ancient　city；　in　their　timeless　peasant　robes。
　
　Why　had　he　brought　her　to　life？　What　had　been　his　purpose？　She　saw　his　tearstained　face　again。　She　saw　the　picture　in　which　he　stood；　smiling　at　the　miracle　of　Camera；　with　his　arm　around　Julie　Stratford；　whose　eyes　were　dark。
　
　〃Hold　me；　Lord　Alex。　Keep　me　warm。〃
　
　Through　the　streets　of　old　Cairo；　Ramses　walked　alone。
　
　How　could　he　persuade　Julie　to　get　on　that　train？　How　could　he　let　her　go　back　to　London；　but　then　was　it　not　best　for　her；　and　mustn't　he　think　of　that　for　once？　Had　he　not　caused　evil　enough？
　
　And　what　about　his　debt　to　the　Earl　of　Rutherford；　this　much　he　owed　the　man　who　had　sheltered　Cleopatra；　the　man　he　liked　and　wanted　so　to　be　near；　the　man　whose　advice　would　always　have　been　good　for　him；　die　man　for　whom　he　felt　a　deep　and　uncertain　affection　that　just　might　be　love。
　
　Put　Julie　on　the　train。　How　could　he？　His　thoughts　gave　out　in　confusion。　Over　and　over　he　saw　her　face。　Destroy　the　elixir。　Never　brew　the　elixir　again。
　
　He　thought　of　the　headlines　in　the　paper。　Woman　on　the　floor　of　the　dress　shop。　/　like　to　kill　It　soothes　my　pain。
　
　In　the　old…fashioned　Victorian　bed　in　his　suite；　Elliott　slept。　He　dreamed　a　dream　of　Lawrence。　They　were　talking　together　in　the　Babylon　and　Malenka　was　dancing；　and　Lawrence　said：　It's　almost　time　for　you　to　e。
　
　But　I　have　to　go　home　to　Edith。　I　have　to　take　care　of　Alex；　he　had　said。　And　I　want　to　drink　myself　to　death　in　the　country。　I've　already　planned　it。
　
　I　know；　said　Lawrence；　that's　what　I　mean。　That　won't　take　very　long。
　
　Miles　Winthrop　didn't　know　what　to　make　of　any　of　it　finally。　They　had　issued　a　warrant　for　Henry's　arrest；　but　frankly　at　this　moment　everything　pointed　to　the　possibility　that　the　bastard　was　dead。　Clothes；　money；　identification；　all　left　behind　at　the　scene　of　Malenka's　murder。　And　no　telling　when　the　shopkeeper　had　been　killed。
　
　He　had　a　premonition　that　this　whole　grisly　case　might　never　be　solved。
　
　The　only　thing　to　be　thankful　for　was　that　Lord　Rutherford　was　not　at　the　moment　his　sworn　enemy。　A　stigma　like　that　would　never　be　overe。
　
　Well；　at　least　the　day　so　far　had　been　peaceful。　No　more　hideous　corpses　with　their　necks　broken；　staring　off　as　they　lay　on　the　slab；　saying　in　a　silent　whisper；　Will　you　not　find　the　one　who　did　this　to　me？
　
　He　dreaded　the　opera　tonight；　the　continuous　questions　he　would　get　from　the　entire　British　munity。　And　he　knew　that　he　could　not　take　refuge　in　Lord　Rutherford's　shadow。　On　the　contrary；　he　dreaded　another　run…in。　He　would　keep　to　himself。
　
　Seven　o'clock。
　
　Julie　stood　before　the　mirror　in　her　sitting　room。　She　had　put　on　the　low…cut　gown　that　violently　disturbed　Ramses；　but　then　she　had　no　other　appropriate　clothing　for　this　inane　occasion。　As　she　watched　Elliott　through　the　mirror；　he　fastened　her　pearls　at　the　back　of　her　neck。
　
　Elliott　always　looked　better　than　almost　anyone　around　him。　Trim；　still　handsome　at　fifty…five；　he　wore　white　tie　and　tails　as　if　they　were　entirely　natural　to　him。
　
　And　it　struck　her　as　faintly　horrible　that　they　could　resume　like　this；　as　if　nothing　had　happened。　They　might　as　well　have　been　in　London；　Egypt　was　a　nightmare　suddenly；　only　Julie　was　not　ready　to　wake　up。
　
　〃And　so　here　we　are　in　our　feathers；〃　　she　said；〃　ready　to　do　our　ritual　dance。〃
　
　〃Remember；　until　he's　apprehended；　which　he　won't　be；　we　have　every　right　to　presume　he's　innocent。　And　carry　on　as　if　he　were。〃
　
　〃It's　monstrous　and　you　know　it。〃
　
　〃It's　necessary。〃
　
　〃For　Alex；　yes。　And　Alex　hasn't　seen　fit　to　call　us　all　day。　As　for　myself；　it　doesn't　matter。〃
　
　〃You　have　to　go　back　to　London；〃　　he　said。〃　I　want　you　to　go　back　to　London。〃
　
　〃I'll　always　love　you；〃　　she　said。〃　You're　flesh　and　blood　to　me；　really；　you　always　have　been。　But　what　you　want　doesn't　matter　anymore。〃　　She　turned　around。
　
　Up　close　she　could　see　the　evidence　of　the　strain　in　him；　he'd　aged；　the　way　Randolph　had　suddenly　aged　when　he'd　heard　of　Lawrence's　death。　He　was　as　handsome　as　ever；　but　now　there　was　a　tragic　quality　to　it；　a　certain　philosophical　sadness　had　replaced　the　old　twinkle　in　his　eye。
　
　〃I　can't　go　back　to　London；〃　　she　said。〃　But　I　will　get　Alex　on　that　train。〃
　
　Destroy　the　elixir。　He　stood　before　the　mirror。　He　had　put　on　most　of　the　required　garments；　taken　from　the　trunk　of　Lawrence　Stratford…the　shining　black　trousers；　shoes；　belt。　Naked　from　the　waist　up；　he　stared　at　his　own　reflection。　The　money…belt　girded　him　as　it　had　since　he　left　London。　And　the　vials　gleamed　in　their　canvas　pockets。
　
　Destroy　the　elixir。　Never　use　it　again。
　
　He　lifted　the　stiff　white　shirt　and　put　it　on　carefully；　working　the　impossible　buttons。　He　saw　Elliott　Savarell's　drawn　and　weary　face。　You　will　persuade　Julie　to　go　back　to　London…until　this　is　over；
　
　Beyond　the　windows；　the　city　of　Cairo　seethed　quietly　with　the　great　noise　of　modern　cities；　a　sound　he　had　never　heard　in　ancient　times。
　
　Where　was　she；　the　dark…haired　queen　with　the　violent　blue　eyes？　He　saw　her　again；　sighing　under　him；　her　head　thrown　back　on　the　pillows；　same　flesh。〃　Suckle　me！〃　　she'd　cried　out　as　she　had　done　so　long　ago；　back　arched　like　a　cat。　And　then　the　smile　on　her　face；　a　stranger's　smile。
　
　〃Yes；　Master　Alex；〃　　Walter　said　into　the　telephone；〃　to　suite　two…oh…one；　I'll　bring　your　clothes　right　away。　But　do　call　your　father　in　Miss　Stratford's　suite。　He's　eager　to　get　in　touch　with
　
　you。　He's　worried　that　he　hasn't　seen　yo