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A moment she held it aloft, then dashed it to the floor, and cried in a voice that rang like the laughter of devils through the awful silence: "Come, Kefa, come, and bear me to my lord!" A MOMENT SHE HELD IT ALOFT THEN DASHED IT TO THE FLOOR AND CRIED IN A VOICE THAT RANG LIKE THE LAUGHTER OF DEVILS THROUGH THE AWFUL SILENCE COME KAFFA COME AND BRING ME MY LORD
 silence of the midnight skies. She herself shall pour out a libation to thine injured shade! "Nay, nay, my lords, and you good friends of those who did my own true lord to death, sit still, and drain a farewell cup with me, your Queen. It is too late to fly, for every way is closed. The High Gods have spoken, and I will do their bidding!" Then, extending her white, jewelled arms toward the mummy, she cried in a deeper, harsher tone: "O Nefer, my Prince and my love! There lives no man in Khem who shall take thy place beside me, or usurp the throne that should have been thine. I have sinned, but I repent me of the wrong. Lo, now I come and bring thee a goodly sacrifice to cheer thine angry heart--my lord, my love, I come!" Held by the triple spell of guilt and fear and wonder, they listened to these terrible words in silence, white horror sitting on their blanching cheeks and brows. As she ceased she raised her arms above her head, a golden cup full-crowned between her glittering hands. DDESS OF THE FLOOD TIME RUSTLING IN THE SILENCE OF THE MIDNIGHT SKIES SHE HERSELF SHALL POUR OUT A LIBATION TO THY INJURED SHADE NAY NAY MY LORDS AND YOU GOOD FRIENDS OF THOSE WHO DID MY OWN TRUE LORD TO DEATH SIT STILL AND DRAIN A FAREWELL CUP WITH ME YOUR QUEEN IT IS TOO LATE TO FLY FOR EVERY WAY IS CLOSED THE HIGH GODS HAVE SPOKEN AND I WILL DO THEIR BIDDING THEN EXTENDING HER WHITE JEWELED ARMS TOWARDS THE MUMMY SHE CRIED IN A DEEPER HARSHER TONE O NEPHERE MY PRINCE AND MY LOVE THERE LIVES NO MAN IN KEN WHO SHALL TAKE THY PLACE BESIDE ME OR USURP THE THRONE THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN THINE I HAVE SINNED BUT I REPENT ME OF THE WRONG LO NOW I COME AND BRING THEE A GOODLY SACRIFICE TO CHEER THINE ANGRY HEART MY LORD MY LOVE I COME HELD BY THE TRIPLE SPELL OF GUILT AND FEAR AND WONDER THEY LISTENED TO THESE TERRIBLE WORDS IN SILENCE WHITE HORROR SITTING ON THEIR BLANCHING CHEEKS AND BROWS AS SHE CEASED SHE RAISED HER ARMS ABOVE HER HEAD A GOLDEN CUP FULL CROWNED BETWEEN HER GLITTERING HANDS
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