Curse of the Pharaoh's manicurists by Angelia Sparrow

Author:Angelia Sparrow [Sparrow, Angelia]
Language: nld
Format: epub
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Morning found them on horseback headed south to the necropolis of Saqqara. Edward studied the rough map and the copy of the cable that Dr. Walker had given him.

“Pots,” he mumbled over and over. The rest of the cable made sense, but the lone word, “pots,” stood in the middle, apropos of nothing. The desert shimmered in the morning haze and they covered the twenty miles easily.

Based on the map, Edward guided them to the easternmost edge. “It should be here somewhere,” he said and then read the cable again. “New tomb. Changes everything. Pots. Manicurists.”

Charlie shook his head. “The first part makes sense. The second part must be about the tomb itself.”

They searched the edges of Saqqara, checking the ruins for anything that looked like a tomb involving pots or manicurists.

Charlie could read a few hieroglyphics, which he’d picked up as a lark one summer when he’d been fascinated by codes. Edward could read a few, just from having knocked around Egypt after the war.

“What is it with bloody pots?” Edward grumbled to himself.

They kept looking.

When the sun rose high, beating down on them, they moved into the shade of a half-buried tomb to eat a bite of lunch and have a drink.

“We’ll take up the search when the day cools.” Edward leaned back against some fallen stones. Charlie joined him, tracing his 102

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fingers over the half-obscured carvings. They rested and Charlie puzzled out what was on the rock.

“I think I have it.” The pot, the ankh and the eye with a comb all seemed to fall into place.

“What do you have?” Edward asked sleepily.

“Our pots and maybe the manicurists, too. Damn, I wish I knew more hieroglyphics.” Charlie tapped the stone. “See? A pot and what looks like a cosmetic thing. We’re right where we should be.”

“But where would that be?” Edward looked around for more clues. “There’s a bit of a doorway. We’ll have to crawl to get in.

Not the wisest choice. We might end up trapped.”

Charlie stood up and stared over at the far western horizon.

“We might be anyway. Is that a sandstorm, sir?”

Edward looked in the direction Charlie was pointing and swore.

“No choice then. Charles, get everything we can carry.” He scooped at the sand and debris in the tomb entrance, enlarging it for them.

Charlie grabbed all the water and the bags with the food. He got his own pack on and managed to lug Edward’s to safety. He ducked inside the tomb just as the first spicules of sand scored his cheeks. Edward had found a fair-sized chamber and was using the end of the daylight and their electric torch to explore it.

Charlie looked at the painting on the wall. Two men sat together on a bench with their arms around each other. The hieroglyphics on the wall showed a pot by each one’s face. The one on the left had an ankh and a wavy line and the one on the right had a little dome and a rectangle.

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