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I
saw
the
horror
and
unwholesome
antiquity
of
Egypt
,
and
the
grisly
alliance
it
has
always
had
with
the
tombs
and
temples
of
the
dead
.
I
saw
phantom
processions
of
priests
with
the
heads
of
bulls
,
falcons
,
cats
,
and
ibises
;
phantom
processions
marching
interminably
through
subterraneous
labyrinths
and
avenues
of
titanic
propylaea
beside
which
a
man
is
as
a
fly
,
and
offering
unnamable
sacrifice
to
indescribable
gods
.
Stone
colossi
marched
in
endless
night
and
drove
herds
of
grinning
androsphinxes
down
to
the
shores
of
illimitable
stagnant
rivers
of
pitch
.
And
behind
it
all
I
saw
the
ineffable
malignity
of
primordial
necromancy
,
black
and
amorphous
,
and
fumbling
greedily
after
me
in
the
darkness
to
choke
out
the
spirit
that
had
dared
to
mock
it
by
emulation
.
In
my
sleeping
brain
there
took
shape
a
melodrama
of
sinister
hatred
and
pursuit
,
and
I
saw
the
black
soul
of
Egypt
singling
me
out
and
calling
me
in
inaudible
whispers
;
calling
and
luring
me
,
leading
me
on
with
the
glitter
and
glamor
of
a
Saracenic
surface
,
but
ever
pulling
me
down
to
the
age-mad
catacombs
and
horrors
of
its
dead
and
abysmal
pharaonic
heart
.
Then
the
dream
faces
took
on
human
resemblances
,
and
I
saw
my
guide
Abdul
Reis
in
the
robes
of
a
king
,
with
the
sneer
of
the
Sphinx
on
his
features
.
And
I
knew
that
those
features
were
the
features
of
Khephren
the
Great
,
who
raised
the
Second
Pyramid
,
carved
over
the
Sphinx
's
face
in
the
likeness
of
his
own
and
built
that
titanic
gateway
temple
whose
myriad
corridors
the
archaeologists
think
they
have
dug
out
of
the
cryptical
sand
and
the
uninformative
rock
.
And
I
looked
at
the
long
,
lean
rigid
hand
of
Khephren
;
the
long
,
lean
,
rigid
hand
as
I
had
seen
it
on
the
diorite
statue
in
the
Cairo
Museum
--
the
statue
they
had
found
in
the
terrible
gateway
temple
--
and
wondered
that
I
had
not
shrieked
when
I
saw
it
on
Abdul
Reis
...
That
hand
!
It
was
hideously
cold
,
and
it
was
crushing
me
;
it
was
the
cold
and
cramping
of
the
sarcophagus
the
chill
and
constriction
of
unrememberable
Egypt
...
It
was
nighted
,
necropolitan
Egypt
itself
.
.
,
that
yellow
paw
.
.
and
they
whisper
such
things
of
Khephren
...
But
at
this
juncture
I
began
to
wake
--
or
at
least
,
to
assume
a
condition
less
completely
that
of
sleep
than
the
one
just
preceding
.
I
recalled
the
fight
atop
the
pyramid
,
the
treacherous
Bedouins
and
their
attack
,
my
frightful
descent
by
rope
through
endless
rock
depths
,
and
my
mad
swinging
and
plunging
in
a
chill
void
redolent
of
aromatic
putrescence
.
I
perceived
that
I
now
lay
on
a
damp
rock
floor
,
and
that
my
bonds
were
still
biting
into
me
with
unloosened
force
.
It
was
very
cold
,
and
I
seemed
to
detect
a
faint
current
of
noisome
air
sweeping
across
me
.
The
cuts
and
bruises
I
had
received
from
the
jagged
sides
of
the
rock
shaft
were
paining
me
woefully
,
their
soreness
enhanced
to
a
stinging
or
burning
acuteness
by
some
pungent
quality
in
the
faint
draft
,
and
the
mere
act
of
rolling
over
was
enough
to
set
my
whole
frame
throbbing
with
untold
agony
.
As
I
turned
I
felt
a
tug
from
above
,
and
concluded
that
the
rope
whereby
I
was
lowered
still
reached
to
the
surface
.
Whether
or
not
the
Arabs
still
held
it
,
I
had
no
idea
;
nor
had
I
any
idea
how
far
within
the
earth
I
was
.
I
knew
that
the
darkness
around
me
was
wholly
or
nearly
total
,
since
no
ray
of
moonlight
penetrated
my
blindfold
;
but
I
did
not
trust
my
senses
enough
to
accept
as
evidence
of
extreme
depth
the
sensation
of
vast
duration
which
had
characterized
my
descent
.
Knowing
at
least
that
I
was
in
a
space
of
considerable
extent
reached
from
the
above
surface
directly
by
an
opening
in
the
rock
,
I
doubtfully
conjectured
that
my
prison
was
perhaps
the
buried
gateway
chapel
of
old
Khephren
--
the
Temple
of
the
Sphinx
--
perhaps
some
inner
corridors
which
the
guides
had
not
shown
me
during
my
morning
visit
,
and
from
which
I
might
easily
escape
if
I
could
find
my
way
to
the
barred
entrance
.
It
would
be
a
labyrinthine
wandering
,
but
no
worse
than
others
out
of
which
I
had
in
the
past
found
my
way
.
The
first
step
was
to
get
free
of
my
bonds
,
gag
,
and
blindfold
;
and
this
I
knew
would
be
no
great
task
,
since
subtler
experts
than
these
Arabs
had
tried
every
known
species
of
fetter
upon
me
during
my
long
and
varied
career
as
an
exponent
of
escape
,
yet
had
never
succeeded
in
defeating
my
methods
.
Then
it
occurred
to
me
that
the
Arabs
might
be
ready
to
meet
and
attack
me
at
the
entrance
upon
any
evidence
of
my
probable
escape
from
the
binding
cords
,
as
would
be
furnished
by
any
decided
agitation
of
the
rope
which
they
probably
held
.
This
,
of
course
,
was
taking
for
granted
that
my
place
of
confinement
was
indeed
Khephren
's
Temple
of
the
Sphinx
.
The
direct
opening
in
the
roof
,
wherever
it
might
lurk
,
could
not
be
beyond
easy
reach
of
the
ordinary
modern
entrance
near
the
Sphinx
;
if
in
truth
it
were
any
great
distance
at
all
on
the
surface
,
since
the
total
area
known
to
visitors
is
not
at
all
enormous
.
I
had
not
noticed
any
such
opening
during
my
daytime
pilgrimage
,
but
knew
that
these
things
are
easily
overlooked
amidst
the
drifting
sands
.
Thinking
these
matters
over
as
I
lay
bent
and
bound
on
the
rock
floor
,
I
nearly
forgot
the
horrors
of
abysmal
descent
and
cavernous
swinging
which
had
so
lately
reduced
me
to
a
coma
.
My
present
thought
was
only
to
outwit
the
Arabs
,
and
I
accordingly
determined
to
work
myself
free
as
quickly
as
possible
,
avoiding
any
tug
on
the
descending
line
which
might
betray
an
effective
or
even
problematical
attempt
at
freedom
.
