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This
,
however
,
was
more
easily
determined
than
effected
.
A
few
preliminary
trials
made
it
clear
that
little
could
be
accomplished
without
considerable
motion
;
and
it
did
not
surprise
me
when
,
after
one
especially
energetic
struggle
,
I
began
to
feel
the
coils
of
falling
rope
as
they
piled
up
about
me
and
upon
me
.
Obviously
,
I
thought
,
the
Bedouins
had
felt
my
movements
and
released
their
end
of
the
rope
;
hastening
no
doubt
to
the
temple
's
true
entrance
to
lie
murderously
in
wait
for
me
.
The
prospect
was
not
pleasing
--
but
I
had
faced
worse
in
my
time
without
flinching
,
and
would
not
flinch
now
.
At
present
I
must
first
of
all
free
myself
of
bonds
,
then
trust
to
ingenuity
to
escape
from
the
temple
unharmed
.
It
is
curious
how
implicitly
I
had
come
to
believe
myself
in
the
old
temple
of
Khephren
beside
the
Sphinx
,
only
a
short
distance
below
the
ground
.
That
belief
was
shattered
,
and
every
pristine
apprehension
of
preternatural
depth
and
demoniac
mystery
revived
,
by
a
circumstance
which
grew
in
horror
and
significance
even
as
I
formulated
my
philosophical
plan
.
I
have
said
that
the
falling
rope
was
piling
up
about
and
upon
me
.
Now
I
saw
that
it
was
continuing
to
pile
,
as
no
rope
of
normal
length
could
possibly
do
.
It
gained
in
momentum
and
became
an
avalanche
of
hemp
,
accumulating
mountainously
on
the
floor
and
half
burying
me
beneath
its
swiftly
multiplying
coils
.
Soon
I
was
completely
engulfed
and
gasping
for
breath
as
the
increasing
convolutions
submerged
and
stifled
me
.
My
senses
tottered
again
,
and
I
vaguely
tried
to
fight
off
a
menace
desperate
and
ineluctable
.
It
was
not
merely
that
I
was
tortured
beyond
human
endurance
--
not
merely
that
life
and
breath
seemed
to
be
crushed
slowly
out
of
me
--
it
was
the
knowledge
of
what
those
unnatural
lengths
of
rope
implied
,
and
the
consciousness
of
what
unknown
and
incalculable
gulfs
of
inner
earth
must
at
this
moment
be
surrounding
me
.
My
endless
descent
and
swinging
flight
through
goblin
space
,
then
,
must
have
been
real
,
and
even
now
I
must
be
lying
helpless
in
some
nameless
cavern
world
toward
the
core
of
the
planet
.
Such
a
sudden
confirmation
of
ultimate
horror
was
insupportable
,
and
a
second
time
I
lapsed
into
merciful
oblivion
.
When
I
say
oblivion
,
I
do
not
imply
that
I
was
free
from
dreams
.
On
the
contrary
,
my
absence
from
the
conscious
world
was
marked
by
visions
of
the
most
unutterable
hideousness
.
God
!
...
If
only
I
had
not
read
so
much
Egyptology
before
coming
to
this
land
which
is
the
fountain
of
all
darkness
and
terror
!
This
second
spell
of
fainting
filled
my
sleeping
mind
anew
with
shivering
realization
of
the
country
and
its
archaic
secrets
,
and
through
some
damnable
chance
my
dreams
turned
to
the
ancient
notions
of
the
dead
and
their
sojournings
in
soul
and
body
beyond
those
mysterious
tombs
which
were
more
houses
than
graves
.
I
recalled
,
in
dream-shapes
which
it
is
well
that
I
do
not
remember
,
the
peculiar
and
elaborate
construction
of
Egyptian
sepulchers
;
and
the
exceedingly
singular
and
terrific
doctrines
which
determined
this
construction
.
All
these
people
thought
of
was
death
and
the
dead
.
They
conceived
of
a
literal
resurrection
of
the
body
which
made
them
mummify
it
with
desperate
care
,
and
preserve
all
the
vital
organs
in
canopic
jars
near
the
corpse
;
whilst
besides
the
body
they
believed
in
two
other
elements
,
the
soul
,
which
after
its
weighing
and
approval
by
Osiris
dwelt
in
the
land
of
the
blest
,
and
the
obscure
and
portentous
ka
or
life-principle
which
wandered
about
the
upper
and
lower
worlds
in
a
horrible
way
,
demanding
occasional
access
to
the
preserved
body
,
consuming
the
food
offerings
brought
by
priests
and
pious
relatives
to
the
mortuary
chapel
,
and
sometimes
--
as
men
whispered
--
taking
its
body
or
the
wooden
double
always
buried
beside
it
and
stalking
noxiously
abroad
on
errands
peculiarly
repellent
.
For
thousands
of
years
those
bodies
rested
gorgeously
encased
and
staring
glassily
upward
when
not
visited
by
the
ka
,
awaiting
the
day
when
Osiris
should
restore
both
ka
and
soul
,
and
lead
forth
the
stiff
legions
of
the
dead
from
the
sunken
houses
of
sleep
.
It
was
to
have
been
a
glorious
rebirth
--
but
not
all
souls
were
approved
,
nor
were
all
tombs
inviolate
,
so
that
certain
grotesque
mistakes
and
fiendish
abnormalities
were
to
be
looked
for
.
Even
today
the
Arabs
murmur
of
unsanctified
convocations
and
unwholesome
worship
in
forgotten
nether
abysses
,
which
only
winged
invisible
kas
and
soulless
mummies
may
visit
and
return
unscathed
.
Perhaps
the
most
leeringly
blood-congealing
legends
are
those
which
relate
to
certain
perverse
products
of
decadent
priestcraft
--
composite
mummies
made
by
the
artificial
union
of
human
trunks
and
limbs
with
the
heads
of
animals
in
imitation
of
the
elder
gods
.
At
all
stages
of
history
the
sacred
animals
were
mummified
,
so
that
consecrated
bulls
,
cats
,
ibises
,
crocodiles
and
the
like
might
return
some
day
to
greater
glory
.
But
only
in
the
decadence
did
they
mix
the
human
and
the
animal
in
the
same
mummy
--
only
in
the
decadence
,
when
they
did
not
understand
the
rights
and
prerogatives
of
the
ka
and
the
soul
.
