Masks of the Lost Kings (Suzy da Silva Series) by Bane Tom

Author:Bane, Tom [Bane, Tom]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Telemachus Press, LLC
Published: 2012-03-08T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY

“To you, the gods who are on earth assemble for you, they place their hands under you, they make a ladder for you that you may ascend on it into the sky, the doors of the sky are thrown open to you, the doors of the starry firmament are thrown open for you.”

-Pyramid Texts, Utterance 572

When she woke the following morning, Suzy was sore, tired and hungry. It had not been a good night’s sleep. She had tried to reach Professor Piper on the phone from her room but there had been no reply and she had been left staring at the ceiling, thoughts churning through her head as she tried to make sense of what was happening to her. She had to work out what to do next.

Pulling herself painfully out of bed, she showered and then sat for a while, wrapped in a towel, staring at the dagger that had so nearly killed her. She shivered, thinking back to how she had picked it up during the fight. God, she’d even held it against the attacker’s throat! What had made her do it? She still felt a powerful revulsion toward knives of any kind. Being careful not to cut herself, she picked up the dagger and turned it in her hand. It was about seven inches long and had a strange wavy pattern on the blade, which looked Japanese. Her sense of her own danger and vulnerability outweighing her revulsion, she decided to keep hold of it as a self-defense weapon for as long as she remained in Egypt. It would only be used as a last resort, she told herself, tucking it into her trusty bag.

She sat on the soft, springy mattress, going over her options again and again. Thinking about her reaction to the knife, she realized just how much danger she must be in and made another surprising decision. She would go to the police after all, and tell them the whole story. They were bound to be more lenient if she turned herself in than if they hunted her down and caught her. She was sure she could use the knife to prove her story.

With renewed resolve, she dressed and went down to the dining room for breakfast, picking up an English language newspaper on the way in, so that she wouldn’t have to make eye contact with anyone else while she waited for her food. She was taken to a table on the verandah overlooking the Nile. The flowing waters looked fresh and new, sparkling in the early morning sun. A gentle breeze skipped across the surface, the Falluca boats billowing out their kite shaped sails, meandering across the waters, on the far side fisherman cast their nets into the water like blobs of color from a Venetian Canaletto. Suzy sat back in her white, basket-weave chair and smiled, as the waiter took her order and then left her in peace with her newspaper.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Suzy looked up to find Tom Brooking standing beside the table.

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