wrist-watch and was surprised to see' that it was past nine 'clock at
night. He unknotted his necktie, threw it on the bench where his jacket
already lay, and reapplied himself to the task.
Gradually the shape of a human body emerged from under the compacted
mass of ancient bindings, but it was after midnight when at last Nahoot
teased away the last untidy clump of old cloth from the mummy's torso.
They blinked at the glimpse of gold just visible through the neat layers
of bandages laid upon the corpse by the meticulous and skilful hands of
the embalmers.
"Originally, of course, there would have been several massive outer
coffins. These are missing, as are the masks.
Those must still be in Pharaoh's original sarcophagus, covering the body
of Tanus in the royal -tomb that still awaits discovery. What we have
left here is only the inner dressing of the royal mummy."
With long forceps he peeled away the top layer of bandage asVon
Schiller, perched on his block, grunted and shuffled his feet.
"The pectoral medallion of the royal house of Mamose," Nahoot whispered
reverently. The great jewel blazed under the arc light. Resplendent in
blue lapis lazuli and red carrielian and gold, it covered the entire
chest of the mummy. The central motif was of a vulture in flight,
soaring on wide pinions, and in its talons it clutched the golden
cartouche of the king. The craftsmanship was marvelous, the design
splendid.
"There is no doubt now," von Schiller whispered. "This proves the
identity of the body." cartOUc xt they unwrapped the king's hands,
clasped over the the great medallion. The fingers were long and
sensitive, each of them loaded with circle after circle of magnificent
rings. Clasped in his dead hands were the flail and sceptre of majesty,
and Nahoot exulted when they saw them.
"The symbols of kingship. Proof on proof that this is Mamose the Eighth,
ruler of the Upper and Lower Kingdoms of ancient Egypt."
He moved up to the king's still veiled head, but von Schiller stopped
him. "Leave that until last!" he ordered. "I am not yet ready to look
upon the face of Pharaoh."
So Nahoot and Reeper transferred their attention to the king's lower
body. As they lifted away each layer of linen, so were revealed scores
of amulets that the embalmers had placed beneath the bandages as charms
to protect the dead man. They were of gold and carved jewels and ceramic
in glowing colours and marvelous shapes - all the birds of the air and
the creatures of the land and the fish of the Nile waters. They
photographed each amulet in situ before working it free and placing it
into a numbered slot in the trays that had been set out upon the
workbench.
Pharaoh's feet were as small and delicate as his hands, and each toe was
laden with precious rings. Only his head was still covered, and both men
looked enquiringly at von Schiller. "It is very late, Herr von
Schiller," Reeper said, if you wish to rest-'
"Continue!" he ordered brusquely. So they moved up each side of the
mummy's head, while von Schiller on remained on his stand between them.
Gradually the king's face was exposed to the light, for the first time
in nearly four thousand years. His hair was thin and wispy, still red
with the henna dye he had used in his lifetime. His skin had been cured
with aromatic resins until it was hard as polished amber. His nose was
thin and beaked. His lips were drawn back in a soft, almost dreamy smile
which exposed the gap in his front teeth.
The resin coated his eyelashes, so that they seemed wet with tears and
the lids only half-shut. Life seemed to gleam there still, and only when
von Schiller leaned closer did he realize that the light in those
ancient sockets was the reflection from the white porcelain discs that
the undertakers had placed in the empty sockets during the embalming.
On his brow the Pharaoh wore the sacred uraeus crown. Every detail of
the cobra head was still perfect, There was no wearing or abrading of
the soft metal. The I serpent fangs were sharp and recurved, and the
long forked tongue curled between them. The eyes were of shining blue
glass. On the band of gold beneath the hooded asp was engraved the royal
cartouche of Mamose.
"I want that crown." Von Schiller's voice was choking with passion.
"Remove it, so that I can hold it in my own hands."
"We may not be able to lift it without damaging the head of the royal
mummy," Nahoot protested.
"Do not argue with me. Do as I tell you."
"Immediately, Herr von Schiller," Nahoot capitulated.
"But it will take time to free it. If Herr von Schiller wishes to rest
now, we will inform you when we have loosened the crown and have it
ready for you."
The circle of gold had adhered to the resin-soaked skin of the king's
forehead. In order to remove it Nahoot and Reeper first had to lift the
complete body out of the coffin and lay it on the stainless steel
mortuary stretcher which already waited to receive it. Then the resin
had to be softened and removed with specially prepared solvents.
The whole process took as long as Nahoot had predicted, but finally it
was completed.
They laid the golden uraeus upon a blue velvet cushion, as if for a
coronation ceremony. They dimmed all the other lights in the main
chamber of the vault, anded a single spot to fall upon the crown. Then
they arrang both went upstairs to inform von Schiller.
He would not let the two archaeologists accompany him when he returned
to the vaults to view the crown.
Only Utte Kemper was with him when he keyed the lock to the armoured
door of the vault, and the heavy door slid open.
The first thing that caught von Schiller's eye as he entered the vault
was the glittering crown in its velvet nest.
immediately he began to wheeze for air like an asthmatic, and he seized
her hand and squeezed until her knuckles crackled with the pressure and
she whimpered with pain. But the pain excited her. Von Schiller
undressed her, placed the golden crown upon her head and laid her naked
in the open coffin.
"I am the promise of life," she whispered from the ancient coffin. "Mine
is the shining face of immortality." He did not touch her. Naked, he
stood over the coffin with his inflamed and swollen rod thrusting from
the base of his belly like a creature with separate life.
She ran her hands slowly down her own body, and as they reached her mons
Veneris, she intoned gravely, "May you live for ever!'
The wondrous efficacy of the crown of Mamose was proven beyond any
doubt. Nothing before had produced this effect upon Gotthold von
Schiller. For at her words, the purple head of his penis erupted of its
own accord and glistening silver strings of his semen dribbled down and
splattered upon her soft white belly.
In the open coffin Utte Kemper arched her back, and writhed in her own
consuming orgasm.
It seemed to Royan that she had been away from Egypt for years instead
of weeks. She realized just -how much she had missed the crowded and
bustling streets of the city, the wondrous smells of spices and food and
perfume in the bazaars, and the wailing voice of the muezzin calling the
faithful to prayer from the turrets of the mosques.
That very first morning she left her flat in Giza while it was still
dark, and since her injured knee was still swollen and painful she used
her stick as she limped along the banks of the Nile. She watched the
dawn cobble the river waters with a pathway of gold and copper and set
the triangular sails of the feluccas ablaze.