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Say now, thou who sittest feasting between my murderers, how much longer must I wait for thee and them?" SAY NOW THOU WHO SITTEST FEASTING BETWEEN MY MURDERERS HOW MUCH LONGER MUST I WAIT FOR THEE AND THEM
land? What hast thou to fear, even if my vision came true? And thou, too, Menkau-Ra the Mighty, hast thou slain thy thousands, and yet fearest to look upon the face of one dead man? See, see!" and she pointed her finger at the face of the mummy. "By the power of the just and merciful gods, my vision shall be made very truth indeed! Look, Anemen-Ha, Priest of the 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!  AND TREMBLE THOU THE HOLIEST MAN IN THE LAND WHAT HAST THOU TO FEAR EVEN IF MY VISION CAME TRUE AND THOU TOO MANKURAH THE MINING HAST THOU SLAIN THY THOUSANDS AND YET FEAREST TO LOOK UPON THE FACE OF ONE DEAD MAN SEE SEE AND SHE POINTED HER FINGER AT THE FACE OF THE MUMMY BY THE POWER OF THE JUST AND MERCIFUL GODS MY VISION SHALL BE MADE VERY TRUTH INDEED 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
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