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She herself shall pour out a libation to thine injured shade! SHE HERSELF SHALL POUR OUT A LIBATION TO THY INJURED SHADE
e God who is King of Gods! Look, Menkau-Ra, thou who wouldst reign in the place of Nefer. Behold, he has come back from the bosom of Osiris to greet thee!" With eyes fixed and ears sharpened by such terror as only the sin-steeped soul can know, they saw the waxen eyelids of the mummy slowly rise, the dim, glazed eyes look out from underneath them, the dry, black lips move, and heard a thin, harsh voice say through the awful silence: "Greeting, Nitocris, my Queen--greeting from the gloom of Amenthes, where I have waited too long for those who ere now should have stood with me in the Halls of Doom and the presence of the Assessors! Say now, thou who sittest feasting between my murderers, how much longer must I wait for thee and them?" Not long, O Nefer, my beloved, not long! Tarry yet a little while, O outraged soul, in the shape that once was thine, and thou shalt see thyself avenged. Lo, I hear the wings of Kefa, Goddess of the Flood-time, rustling in the silence of the midnight skies. NDEED LOOK AMUUNHA PRIEST OF THE GOD WHO IS KING OF THE GODS LOOK MANKURAH THOU WHOT REIGNED IN THE PLACE OF NEPHER BEHOLD HE HAS COME BACK FROM THE BOSOM OF OSIRIS TO GREET THEE WITH EYES FIXED AND EARS SHARPENED BY SUCH TERROR AS ONLY THE SIN SEEKED SOUL CAN KNOW THEY SAW THE WAXEN EYELIDS OF THE MUMMIES SLOWLY RISE THE DIM GLAZED EYES LOOKED OUT FROM UNDERNEATH THEM THE DRY BLACK LIPS MOVE AND HEARD A THIN HARSH VOICE SAY THROUGH THE AWFUL SILENCE GREETING NICHRUS MY QUEEN GREETING FROM THE GLOOM OF AMENTHES WHERE I'VE WAITED TOO LONG FOR THOSE WHO E'ER NOW SHOULD HAVE STOOD WITH ME IN THE HALLS OF DOOM AND THE PRESENCE OF THE ASSESSORS SAY NOW THOU WHO SITTEST FEASTING BETWEEN MY MURDERERS HOW MUCH LONGER MUST I WAIT FOR THEE AND THEM NOT LONG O NEPHERE MY BELOVED NOT LONG TARRY YET A LITTLE WHILE O OUR AGED SOUL IN THE SHAPE OF THAT ONCE WAS THINE AND THOU SHALT SEE THYSELF AVENGED LO I HEAR THE WINGS OF KEPHA GODDESS OF THE FLOOD TIME RUSTLING IN THE SILENCE OF THE MIDNIGHT SKIES
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