Tanya Huff - Victoria Nelson - 03 - Blood Lines

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Chapter One

He had been almost aware for some time. Nothingness had shattered when they removed him from the

chamber long concealed behind the centuries empty tomb of a forgotten priest. The final layer of the

binding spell had been written on the rock wall smashed to gain access and, with that gone, the spell

itself had begun to fray.

Every movement frayed it further. The surrounding ka, more souls than had been near him in millennia,

called him to feed. Slowly, he reached for memory.

Then, just as he brushed against self and had only to reach out and grasp it and draw home the key to his

freedom, the movement stopped and the lives went away. But the nothingness didn't quite return.

And that was the worst of all.

Sixteenth Dynasty, thought Dr. Rax running his finger lightly along the upper surface of the plain,

unadorned rectangle of black basalt. Strange, when the rest of the collection was Eighteenth. He could

now, however, understand why the British were willing to let the artifact go; although it was a splendid

example of its type, it was neither going to bring new visitors flocking to the galleries nor was it likely to

shed much light on the past.

Besides, thanks to the acquisitiveness of aristocracy with more money than brains, Great Britain has all

the Egyptian antiquities it can hope to use. Dr. Rax was careful not to let that thought show on his face,

as a member of said aristocracy, albeit of a more recent vintage, fidgeted at his shoulder.

Too well bred to actually ask, the fourteenth Baron Montclair leaned forward, hands shoved into the

pockets of his crested blazer.

Dr. Rax, unsure if the younger man was looking worried or merely vacant, attempted to ignore him. And

I thought Monty Python created the concept of the upper-class twit, he mused as he continued his

inspection. How foolish of me.

Unlike most sarcophagi, the artifact Dr. Rax examined had no lid but rather a sliding stone panel in one

narrow end. Briefly, he wondered why that feature alone hadn't been enough to interest the British

museums. As far as he knew the design survived on only one other sarcophagus, an alabaster beauty

found by Zakaria Goneim in the unfinished step pyramid of Sekhem-khet.

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Behind him, the fourteenth baron cleared his throat.

Dr. Rax continued to ignore him.

Although one corner had been chipped, the sarcophagus was in very good condition. Tucked away in

one of the lower cellars of the Monclairs' ancestral home for almost a hundred years, it seemed to have

been ignored by everything including time.

And excluding spiders. He brushed aside a dusty curtain of webbing, frowned, and with fingers that

wanted to tremble, pulled a penlight out of his suit pocket.

"I say, is something wrong?" The fourteenth baron had an excuse for sounding a little frantic. The very

exclusive remodeling firm would be arriving in a little under a month to turn the ancestral pile into a

very exclusive health club and that great bloody stone box was sitting right where he'd planned to put the

women's sauna.

The thudding of Dr. Rax's heart almost drowned out the question. He managed to mutter, "Nothing."

Then he knelt and very carefully played the narrow beam of light over the lower edge of the sliding

plate. Centered on the mortared seam, six inches above the base of the sarcophagus, was an oval of clay-

a nearly perfect intact clay seal stamped with, as far as Dr. Rax could tell through the dust and the spider

webs, the cartouche of Thoth, the ancient Egyptian god of wisdom.

Just for a moment, he forgot to breathe. An intact seal could mean only one thing. The sarcophagus

wasn't-as everyone had assumed-empty.

For a dozen heartbeats, he stared at the seal and struggled with his conscience. The Brits had already

said they didn't want the artifact. He was under no obligation to let them know what they were giving

away. On the other hand… He sighed, switched off the penlight, and stood. "I need to make a call," he

told the anxious peer. "If you could show me to a phone."

"Dr. Rax, what a pleasant surprise. Still out at Haversted Hall are you? Get a look at his lordship's

'bloody-great-black-stone-box'?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. And that's why I've called." He took a deep breath; best to get it over with

quickly, the loss might hurt less. "Dr. Davis, did you actually send one of your people out here to look at

the sarcophagus."

"Why?" The British Egyptologist snorted. "Need some help identifying it?"

Abruptly, Dr. Rax remembered why, and how much, he disliked the other man. "I think I can manage to

classify it, thank you. I was just wondering if any of your people had seen the artifact."

"No need. We saw the rest of the junk Montclair dragged out of his nooks and crannies. You'd think that

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with all the precious bits and pieces leaving Egypt at the time, his Lordship's ancestor could have

brought home something worthwhile, even by accident, wouldn't you?"

Professional ethics warred with desire. Ethics won. "About the sarcophagus…"

"Look, Dr. Rax…" On the other end of the line, Dr. Davis sighed explosively. "… this sarcophagus

might be a big thing for you, but trust me, we've got all we need. We have storerooms of important,

historically significant artifacts we may never have time to study." And you don't, was the not too subtly

implied message. "I think we can allow one unadorned hunk of basalt to go to the colonies."

"So I can send for my preparators and start packing it up?" Dr. Rax asked quietly, his tone in severe

contrast to the white-knuckled grip that twisted the phone cord.

"If you're sure you don't want to use a couple of my people…"

Not if my only other option was to carry the sarcophagus on my lap all the way home. "No, thank you.

I'm sure all your people have plenty of historically significant things to do."

"Well, if that's the way you want it, be my guest. I'll have the paperwork done up and sent down to you

at the Hall. You'll be able to get your artifact out of the country as easily as if it were a plaster statue of

Big Ben." Which, his tone said clearly, is about its equivalent value.

"Thank you, Dr. Davis." You pompous, egocentric asshole. Dr. Rax added silently as he hung up. Oh,

well, he soothed his lacerated conscience, no one can say I didn't try.

He straightened his jacket and turned to face the hovering baron, smiling reassuringly. "I believe you

said that 50,000 pounds was your asking price… ?"

"Uh, Dr. Rax…" Karen Lahey stood and dusted off her knees. "Are you sure the Brits don't want this?"

"Positive." Dr. Rax touched his breast and listened for a second to the comforting rustle of papers in his

suit pocket. Dr. Davis had been as good as his word. The sarcophagus could leave England as soon as it

was packed and insurance had been arranged.

Karen glanced down at the seal. That it held the cartouche of Thoth and not one of the necropolis

symbols was rare enough. What the seal implied was rarer still. "They knew about…" She waved a hand

at the clay disk.

"I called Dr. Davis right after I discovered it." Which was true, as far as it went.

She frowned and glanced over at the other preparator. His expression matched hers. Something was

wrong. No one in his right mind would give up a sealed sarcophagus and the promise that represented.

"And Dr. Davis said… ?" she prodded.

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"Dr. Davis said, and I quote, 'This sarcophagus might be a big thing for you, but we've got all we need.

We have storerooms of important, historically significant artifacts we may never have time to study.' "

Dr. Rax hid a smile at the developing scowls. "And then he added, 'I think we can let one unadorned

hunk of basalt go to the colonies.' "

"You didn't tell him about the seal, did you, Doctor?"

He shrugged. "After that, would you?"

Karen's scowl deepened. "I wouldn't tell that patronizing son of a bitch, excuse my French, the time of

day. You leave this with us, Dr. Rax, and we'll pack it up so that even the spiderwebs arrive intact."

Her companion nodded. "Colonies," he snorted. "Just who the hell does he think he is?"

Dr. Rax had to stop himself from skipping as he left the room. The Curator of Egyptology, Royal

Ontario Museum, did not skip. It wasn't dignified. But no one mortared, then sealed, an empty coffin.

"Yes!" He allowed himself one jubilant punch at the air in the privacy of the deserted upper cellar.

"We've got ourselves a mummy!"

The movement had begun again and the memories strengthened. Sand and sun. Heat. Light. He had no

need to remember darkness; darkness had been his companion for too long.

As the weight of the sarcophagus made flying out of the question, a leisurely trip back across the

Atlantic on the grand old lady of luxury ocean liners, the QE II, would have been nice. Unfortunately,

the acquisitions budget had been stretched almost to the breaking point with the purchase and the

packing and the insurance and the best the museum could afford was a Danish freighter heading out of

Liverpool for Halifax. The ship left England on October 2nd. God and the North Atlantic willing, she'd

reach Canada in ten days.

Dr. Rax sent the two preparators back by plane and he himself traveled with the artifact. It was foolish,

he knew, but he didn't want to be parted from it. Although the ship occasionally carried passengers, the

accommodations were spartan and the meals, while nourishing, were plain. Dr. Rax didn't notice.

Refused access to the cargo hold where he could be near the sarcophagus and the mummy he was sure it

contained, he stayed as close as he could, caught up on paperwork, and at night lay in his narrow bunk

and visualized the opening of the coffin.

Sometimes, he removed the seal and slid the end panel up in the full glare of the media; the find of the

century, on every news program and front page in the world. There'd be book contracts, and speaking

tours, and years of research as the contents were studied, then removed to be studied further.

Sometimes, it was just him and his staff, working slowly and meticulously. Pure science. Pure

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discovery. And still the years of research.

He imagined the contents in every possible form or combination of forms. Some nights expanding on the

descriptions, some nights simplifying. It wouldn't be a royal mummy-more likely a priest or an official

of the court- and so hopefully would have missed the anointing with aromatic oils that had partially

destroyed the mummy of Tutankhamen.

He grew so aware of it that he felt he could go into the hold and pick its container out of hundreds of

identical containers. His thoughts became filled with it to the exclusion of all else; of the sea, of the ship,

of the sailors. One of the Portuguese sailors began making the sign against the evil eye whenever he

approached.

He started to speak to it each night before he slept.

"Soon," he told it. "Soon."

He remembered a face, thin and worried, bending over him and constantly muttering. He remembered a

hand, the soft skin damp with sweat as it brushed his eyes closed. He remembered terror as he felt the

fabric laid across his face. He remembered pain as the strip of linen that held the spell was wrapped

around him and secured.

But he couldn't remember self.

He could sense only one ka, and that at such a distance he knew it must be reaching for him as he

reached for it.

"Soon," it told him. "Soon."

He could wait.

The air at the museum loading dock was so charged with suppressed excitement that even the driver of

the van, a man laconic to the point of legend, became infected. He pulled the keys out of his pocket like

he was pulling a rabbit out of a hat and opened the van doors with a flourish that added a silent Tah dah

to the proceedings.

The plywood packing crate, reinforced with two by twos and strapping, looked no different from any

number of other crates that the Royal Ontario Museum had received over the years, but the entire

Egyptology Department-none of whom had a reason to be down in Receiving-surged forward and Dr.

Rax beamed like the Madonna must have beamed into the manger.

Preparators did not usually unload trucks. They unloaded this one. And as much as he single-handedly

wanted to carry the crate up to the workroom, Dr. Rax stood aside and let them get on with it. His

mummy deserved the best.

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