"They"re impersonal there. They don"t hurt one"s self-importance."
"In Cairo they belong to a number and a gla.s.s case," Mike said. "They lose their individuality."
"Here they are a part of Egypt, that ancient, undying Egypt! You and I, like those dogs, Mike, won"t have even bones to record us after three thousand years. Our bowels of tenderness will not lie intact in alabaster jars! Oh, Mike, take me in your arms! I want humanity, I want the things of to-day, I want all which that mummy has ridiculed!
I hated it, Mike! I love life and your love! I want to forget that we are here to-day and gone to-morrow, mere human gnats."
Mike held her close to his heart. Meg could hear it beating. Oh, beloved humanity! Oh, dear human flesh and blood!
"That"s lovely, Mike--that"s you and me! That"s our certain human love, our happiness! It is worth while, and it"s not going to be like the running out of an hour-gla.s.s while an egg is boiling! It"s going to last for ages and ages, isn"t it? Say it is, Mike!"
"Yes, beloved." Mike kissed her hands.
She drew them away. "Don"t kiss them, Mike. I feel as if they will be dried skeletons by to-morrow, and as if your lips, dearest, will have shrunk and shrunk right back until your teeth gape out of your hideous brown skull up to the blue above. Do you wonder that Akhnaton prayed so ardently that his spirit might come out and see the sun?"
Meg"s head was buried in her hands. She was visualizing again the wonderful scene, which had taught her the mockery of all things which had formerly appeared so precious and important. It seemed to her at the moment that to sit down in the desert under the blue sky, and there wait for death, was the only thing to do. Nothing really mattered.
Eternity enthralled her. Her happiness with Mike was but the swift hurrying of a white cloud across a summer sky, the work of the Exploration School a mere ill.u.s.tration of worldly vanity. In the great chaos which possessed her soul there was no light to comfort her. In looking into the past she had unexpectedly seen into the future. She had beheld the scorn and callousness of eternity.
Oddly enough, it was Michael who helped her to pull herself together and turn her thoughts to practical things, to the needs of the day.
His more mystical nature, his familiarity with the mythology of Egypt and other occult subjects, had in a measure prepared his mind for the things which had burst suddenly upon Meg"s practical nature. He had been subconsciously prepared for the tomb to be one of unusual importance. The soothsayer"s prediction had not been mere charlatanry to him. His secret thoughts were so constantly focussed on what is termed the superhuman, that Meg"s wonder and horror formed only a minor part of his emotions.
A thousand thoughts had flashed through his mind when he first saw the amazing display of jewels and faience and gold, the resplendent queen, whose royal magnificence had mocked at time. The inexhaustible wealth of buried Egypt forced before his eyes the treasure of gold of which Akhnaton had spoken, that imperial wealth which he had buried behind the hills of his fair capital. He felt convinced that it was there; he felt convinced that his friend in el-Azhar had seen it, just as the Arab soothsayer had seen the royal effigy dressed as a bride.
Mike had little conversation even for Meg. His mind was hara.s.sed and absorbed. The fresh impetus which he had received was pounding like a sledge-hammer at his natural and supernatural forces. His natural self was the devil"s advocate, and a very able one. It argued against the super-instincts which led him to the treasure. It made him practical.
It made him, as Freddy would have declared, "sanely critical of the insane." It admitted the apparent folly of the thing into which he was drifting.
He pulled Meg up from her seat on the sand. He realized that her domestic duties were what her nerves needed; they had lately been greatly taxed, first by her vision of Akhnaton and now by the excitement of their entry into the tomb.[1]
A lover"s kisses and strong human arms had done much for Meg. She had a horror of hysterical females. She pulled herself together and determined to be practical. Only a few moments before she had felt an almost uncontrollable desire to burst into tears. How thankful she was that Mike had saved her from the humiliation!
But how in the world was she going to bring herself back to the paltry things of every day? How was she ever again going to feel that life was real and actual?
She entered the hut with unwilling feet and troubled mind; for some unaccountable reason its atmosphere depressed her; she wished to avoid it--she felt a curious apprehension of bad news or of coming evil. At the same time, practical work would be beneficial.
As they came in together, Mohammed Ali greeted Michael with the news that "One lady and one gentleman has come, very long time they wait.
Lady she stays inside, gentleman he go up the valley."
Instantly life was real again, and Meg a living, angry woman. "She"
who stayed inside could only mean Mrs. Mervill. The tomb was forgotten, as was the royal bride. They belonged to the past; the present was all-engrossing.
The present hour was the living reality and Michael, her lover, and her own love were the things that mattered, the woman in the hut the one brilliant vision. Life was vital, urgent. A gnat"s life would be long enough if it was to be pa.s.sed with the woman whom she knew, in the coming struggle, would fight with tools which she, Meg, would not dare or deign to touch. As vivid as her vision of the tomb was her memory of Millicent Mervill"s beauty. She could see it illuminating their desert hut; she could feel it eclipsing her own less vivid colouring as the sun had eclipsed the rays of Akhnaton.
Mike looked at her. Meg"s cheeks were pale, her eyes deeply shadowed.
He hated the woman inside the tent. What had she come for?
A silent kiss separated them. With the kiss Meg"s heart took courage.
It left no room for fear.
[1] The description of the interior of this tomb is taken from various reliable accounts of the interior of the tomb of Thiy. As Queen Thiy was the mother of Akhnaton, her tomb must have been discovered before the events described in this story, otherwise they could not have known that Akhnaton"s mummy had been found in his mother"s tomb.
When the tomb was first examined, the mummy which had fallen out of the coffin was supposed to be that of Queen Thiy. The light of after-events and of scientific research have proved that the mummy was that of a young man of about twenty-five years of age. The conclusion is that Akhnaton"s body was brought from his original burying-place near his "City of the Horizon," and placed in his mother"s tomb in the Western Hills.
The name of Akhnaton had been erased from the coffin, but it was still readable on the gold ribbons which encircled the body.
CHAPTER XIV
When Michael entered the sitting-room of the hut, Millicent Mervill was reading one of Freddy"s French novels. There had been plenty of time for her to powder herself and cool down and settle to her liking her dainty person. She looked as fresh and cool and pink as a bough of apple-blossom.
She greeted Michael with a charming mixture of friendliness and discretion. She had brought a friend up the valley, to see all that tourists had to see. He had been put into her hands by a letter of introduction from friends in America. They had seen all that her health would allow her to see, on such a hot day. She had noticed their camp in pa.s.sing up the valley and could not resist visiting it on her way back. Might she ask for an hour"s rest from the sun? Her friend was going to call back for her on the return journey.
"I knew you wouldn"t mind," she said. "And I"m not going to stop your work, or bother you."
"I"m not busy," Michael said--"at least, not for the moment." His eyes avoided Millicent"s, which seemed to him bluer than usual; but his voice was less cold. His first greeting had been curt and almost impatient. Millicent was evidently wiser and less difficult; she was the same Millicent who had behaved so delightfully at the Pyramids.
When she was like that he was glad to be nice to her; he was almost pleased to see her.
As their conversation continued--it was mostly about the tomb and its great importance--a subconscious thought that she had come to the hut for some reason which she was not divulging forced itself more and more strongly on Michael. He became convinced of it; she seemed so unusually contented and satisfied with the plan of confining her visit to a short rest in the hut and their conversation to "the things of Egyptology," that even Michael was suspicious. She was "_douce comme un lupin blanc_," as she expressed it to herself later on. Her usual insistence had vanished. She treated Michael as a friend, with the proper touch of intimacy. This was when they were alone.
When Margaret came into the room, she hardened. Naturally Margaret invited her to stay for lunch. She was Michael"s friend.
"It is always a very light meal with us," she said. "But such as it is, you are welcome to share it."
"Freddy likes his proper meal at night," Michael said.
"Thanks ever so much," Millicent said; she had noticed the coldness of Margaret"s voice. "I"d love to stay--that"s to say, if it won"t really be giving you any trouble--you"re looking f.a.gged." She turned to Michael. "What have you been doing with her?" Millicent spoke as if she really cared. "You"re too young for such tired eyes, for these lines," she touched Meg"s eyes and pulled open the corners. Meg"s shrinking gave her satisfaction. "Don"t let Egypt ruin your looks, my dear--a woman is only half a woman when her beauty fades; she"s only a woman in the eyes of one half of mankind while it lasts."
"Do you think so?" Meg said. "I dare say you"re right, but when one is quite young one never stops to consider these things. As you get older, I suppose you do."
The hit went home; the girl had claws.
"We are only as young as we look, are we not? These few weeks have ragged you to pieces."
"I don"t mind," said Meg. "It"s been well worth it. You may as well get ten years into ten weeks as ten weeks into ten years. I"ve been gobbling up life, years and years of new experiences and sensations in these last few weeks." Meg meant no more than her words would have conveyed to any sweet-minded woman, but Millicent Mervill put her own interpretation on them. Margaret was no mean fencer; she could hit back as well as parry strokes.
"You"ve certainly said good-bye to conventions, my dear. I admire you for taking your life into your own hands." The blue eyes searched Margaret"s; they spoke of a hundred things which made Margaret long to throw the tumbler which she was placing on the table at her golden head. Margaret was neither ignorant nor a fool; Millicent"s eyes explained her meaning.
"One has to say good-bye to conventions in the desert--nothing can be too simple here. That"s why Western fashions look so grotesque, our ideas of becoming garments so ludicrous."
Meg had ignored the innuendoes. Her eyes rested on Millicent"s absurd shoes and fashionably-cut white serge coat and skirt--a charming suit, but out of place in the hut.
"Is your brother still here?" Millicent asked the question with a beautiful insouciance. She was perfectly well aware that he was personally superintending the excavation of the tomb. Her words were meant to annoy.
"Here?" Meg said. "In the hut at this moment, do you mean? No--he is busy." Meg"s eyes flashed with anger.
Michael was silently enjoying the battle of words and eyes which was taking place between the two women. The very atmosphere was charged with antagonism. He was delighted to find that Margaret held her own.