The Mummy, or Ramses the Damned by Anne Rice

Author:Anne Rice [Rice, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Horror, Egyptologists
ISBN: 9780345369949
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 1991-09-28T00:00:00+00:00

The Mummy

“And the elixir, did he want it?” Julie asked.

They stood alone in the ruins of the great hall, entirely surrounded by the carved pillars. The desert wind was cold now. It tore at Julie’s hair. Ramses slipped his arms around her.

“I never told him I had been a mortal man,” he said. “You see, I never told that to any of them. I knew from the last years of my own mortal life what the secret could do. I had seen it turn my son, Meneptah, into a traitor. Of course he failed in his attempt to imprison me and extract from me the secret. I gave him the kingdom, and left Egypt then for centuries. But I knew what the knowledge could do. It was centuries later that I told Cleopatra.”

He stopped. It was clear that he didn’t want to go on. The pain he’d felt in Alexandria had returned. The light had gone out of his eyes. They walked back to the carriage in silence.

“Julie, let us make this journey fast,” he said. “Tomorrow the Valley of the Kings and then we sail south again.”

They went at dawn, before the full heat of the sun came down on them.

Julie took Elliott’s arm. Ramses was talking again, with spirit, prompted by any question Elliott asked, and they took their time on the path, descending through desecrated tombs, where the tourists were already thick as well as the photographers and the turbaned peddlers in their filthy gellebiyyas, selling trinkets and fakes with fantastical claims.

Julie was already suffering from the heat. Her big drowsy straw hat did not help much; she had to stop, take a deep breath. The smell of camel dung and urine almost overcame her.

A peddler brushed against her and she looked down to see a blackened hand outstretched, fingers curling like the legs of a spider.

She screamed before she could stop herself.

“Get away!” Alex said roughly. “These native fellows are intolerable.”

“Mummy’s hand!” cried the peddler. “Mummy’s hand, very ancient!”

“I’m sure,” Elliott laughed. “Probably came from some mummy factory in Cairo.”

But Ramses was staring at the peddler and at the hand, as if transfixed. The peddler suddenly froze; there was a look of terror in his face. Ramses reached out and grabbed the withered hand, and the peddler let it go, stumbling to his knees and then scrambling backwards off the path.

‘ ‘What in the world? ” Alex said. ‘ ‘Surely you don’t want that thing.”

Ramses stared at the hand, at the ragged bits of linen wrapping still clinging to it.

Julie couldn’t tell what was wrong. Was he outraged by the sacrilege? Or did the thing have some other fascination? A memory swept over her; the mummy in the coffin in her father’s library, and this living being whom she loved had been that thing. It seemed a century had passed since then.

Elliott was watching all this with keen concentration.

“What is it, sire?” Samir said under his breath. Did Elliott hear it?

Ramses drew out several coins and threw them in the sand for the peddler.

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