"_I, Theodolite, daughter of a race that has never been run out, did to the magician Jambres, whose skill was even as the skill of the G.o.ds, those things which as you have not yet heard I shall now proceed to relate to you.
"Of him, I say, was I jealous, for that he loved a maiden inferior--Oh how inferior!--to me in charms, wit, beauty, intellect, stature, girth, and ancestry. Therefore, being well a.s.sured of this, I made the man into a mummy, ere ever his living spirit had left him. What arts I used to this last purpose it boots not, nor do I choose to tell. When I had done this thing I put him secretly away in a fitting box, even as Set concealed Osiris. Then came my maidens and tidied him away, as is the wont of these accursed ones. From that hour, even until now, has no man nor woman known where to find him, even Jambres the magician. For though the mummifying, as thou shalt not fail to discover, was in some sort incomplete, yet the tidying away and the losing were so complete that no putting forth of precious papyri into cupboards beneath flights of stairs has ever equalled it.
"Now, therefore, shall I curse these maidens, even in Amenti, the place of their tormenting.
"Forget them, may they be eternally forgotten.
"Curse them up and down through the whole solar system."_
"This is very violent language, my dear," said I.
"Our people swore terribly in Egypt," answered Leonora, calmly.
"_But it is vain, no woman can curse worth a daric._[10]
[10] From the use of the word _daric_ I conjecture that Leonora"s ancestress lived under the Persian Empire. There or thereabout.--M. M.
"_But for this, the losing of the one whom I mummied, must I suffer countless penalties. For I, even the seeress, know not what the said maidens did with the said mummy, nor do you know, nor any other. And not to know, for I want my mummy to have a good cry over, is great part of my punishment. But this I, the seeress, do know right well, for it was revealed to me in a dream. And this I do prophesy unto thee, my daughter, or daughter"s daughter, ay, this do I say, that a curse will rest upon me until He who was mummied shall be found.
"Now this also do I, the seeress, tell thee. He who was mummified shall be found in the dark country, where there is no sun, and men breathe the vapour of smoke, and light lamps at noonday, and wire themselves even with wires when the wind bloweth. And the place where the mummy dwelleth is beneath the Three b.a.l.l.s of Gold. And one will lead thee thither who abides hard by the great tree carven like the head of an Ethiopian. And thou shalt come to the people who slate strangers, and to the place of the Rolling of Logs, and the music thereof.
"Thereafter shalt thou find Him, even Jambres. And when thou hast healed him the Curse shall fall from me!
"Nor, indeed, shall the unmummying be accomplished, even then, unless thou, O my daughter, or my daughter"s daughter as before, shalt go with He-who-was-mummied to the Hall of Egyptian Darkness and sit in the Wizard"s Chair that is thereby, even the seat which was erst the Siege Perilous. These things have I said, well knowing that they shall be accomplished._
"_To thee, my daughter!_
"THY GRANDMOTHER."
"There, Polly, what do you say to _that_?" said Nora.
"Your grandmother!" I replied.
"Polly!" said Miss Nora, looking at me with quite needlessly flashing eyes, "you and I will set out on the search for this unhappy mummied one."
"Don"t you think the critics will call the _motive_ rather thin?" I demurred.
"Thin, to rescue my ancestress from a curse!" said Leonora.
"There"s just one other thing," she mused. "Shall we take a low comedy character this time, or not?"
"Let"s take Ustani," I proposed, "he can double the part with that of the Faithful Black! A great saving in hotel bills and railway fares."
CHAPTER IV.
THE EQUIPMENT.
After it had been decided that we should start in search of "_He_ who had been mummified alive," the next step seemed to be to go. But Leonora demurred to this.
"We must have our things," she said; "what do you think we should take?"
"Scissors," I replied; and I regret to say that at first she misinterpreted the phrase.
Leonora is a powerful as well as a pretty girl, and when the bear fight that ensued was over my rooms were a little mixed.
This suggested mixed biscuits, that invaluable refreshment of the traveller, and from one thing to another we soon made up a complete list of our needs.
The scissors, and skates, and the soap we procured at the Church and State stores,[11] but not, of course, the revolvers. The revolvers we got of the genuine Government pattern, because both Leonora and I are dreadfully afraid of fire-arms, and we knew that _these_, anyhow, would not "go off." The jam we got, of course, at the official cartridge emporium, same which we did _not_ shoot the Arabs. The Gladstone bag and the Bryant & May"s matches we procured direct from the makers, resisting the piteous appeals of itinerant vendors. Some life-belts we laid in, and, as will presently be seen, we could have made no more judicious purchase.
[11]
Won"t the critics say you are advertising the stores? And the tradesmen won"t like it.--PUBLISHER.
Where would the _stern reality_ of the story be (see _Spectator_), and the contrast with the later goings on, if you didn"t give names?--ED.
As, from information received on a mummy case, we were travelling in search of a mummy, of course we laid in a case of Mumm, which was often a source of gaiety in our darkest hours. The wine was procured, as I would advise every African traveller to do, from Messrs. ----.[12]
[12]
Messrs. Who? Printers in a hurry.--PUBLISHER.
Suppressed the name. Messrs. ---- gave an impolite response to our suggestions as to mutual arrangements.--ED.
Being acquainted with the deleterious effects of a malarious tropical atmosphere, we secured a pair of overalls, advertised as sovran for "all-overishness," the dreaded curse of an African climate. These we got at the celebrated emporium of Messrs. ----.[13]
[13]
Name suppressed. When eligible opportunity for advertis.e.m.e.nt as a subst.i.tute for a cheque was hinted at, Messrs. ---- brusquely replied, in the low Ess.e.x _patois_, "Wadyermean?"
Our preparations being now exhaustively completed, Leonora and I returned to Oxford, packed our things, and consulted as to the route which we should adopt.
CHAPTER V.
DOWN THE DARK RIVER.
Down the Dark River, the mystic Isis, so Leonora had decided, we sped: Ustani plying the long pole of the dhow, or native flat-bottomed boat, while we took it in turns to keep him up to his work by flicking him with a tandem-whip.
The moon went slowly down, and it occurred to Leonora to remark that we were "going down" too, an unusual thing so early in term. Like some sweet bride into her chamber the moon departed, and the quivering footsteps of the Don[14] shook the planets from their places, to the consternation of the Savilian Professor of Astronomy, who, as in duty bound, was contemplating these revolutionary performances from the observatory in the Parks. A number of moral ideas occurred to Leonora and myself, but out of regard for Ustani"s feelings we denied them expression. I began, indeed, to utter a few appropriate sentiments, but the poor Boshman exclaimed, "You floggee, floggee, Missy, or preachee, preachee, but no _both_ floggee and preachee--" in a tone that would have disarmed a Bampton lecturer.
[14]
Do you mean the Dawn?--PUBLISHER.
Every Oxford man knows what I mean.--ED.