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What
happened
to
those
composite
mummies
is
not
told
of
--
at
least
publicly
--
and
it
is
certain
that
no
Egyptologist
ever
found
one
.
The
whispers
of
Arabs
are
very
wild
,
and
can
not
be
relied
upon
.
They
even
hint
that
old
Khephren
--
he
of
the
Sphinx
,
the
Second
Pyramid
and
the
yawning
gateway
temple
--
lives
far
underground
wedded
to
the
ghoul-queen
Nitocris
and
ruling
over
the
mummies
that
are
neither
of
man
nor
of
beast
.
It
was
of
these
--
of
Khephren
and
his
consort
and
his
strange
armies
of
the
hybrid
dead
--
that
I
dreamed
,
and
that
is
why
I
am
glad
the
exact
dream-shapes
have
faded
from
my
memory
.
My
most
horrible
vision
was
connected
with
an
idle
question
I
had
asked
myself
the
day
before
when
looking
at
the
great
carven
riddle
of
the
desert
and
wondering
with
what
unknown
depth
the
temple
close
to
it
might
be
secretly
connected
.
That
question
,
so
innocent
and
whimsical
then
,
assumed
in
my
dream
a
meaning
of
frenetic
and
hysterical
madness
...
what
huge
and
loathsome
abnormality
was
the
Sphinx
originally
carven
to
represent
?
My
second
awakening
--
if
awakening
it
was
--
is
a
memory
of
stark
hideousness
which
nothing
else
in
my
life
--
save
one
thing
which
came
after
--
can
parallel
;
and
that
life
has
been
full
and
adventurous
beyond
most
men
's
.
Remember
that
I
had
lost
consciousness
whilst
buried
beneath
a
cascade
of
falling
rope
whose
immensity
revealed
the
cataclysmic
depth
of
my
present
position
.
Now
,
as
perception
returned
,
I
felt
the
entire
weight
gone
;
and
realized
upon
rolling
over
that
although
I
was
still
tied
,
gagged
and
blindfolded
,
some
agency
had
removed
completely
the
suffocating
hempen
landslide
which
had
overwhelmed
me
.
The
significance
of
this
condition
,
of
course
,
came
to
me
only
gradually
;
but
even
so
I
think
it
would
have
brought
unconsciousness
again
had
I
not
by
this
time
reached
such
a
state
of
emotional
exhaustion
that
no
new
horror
could
make
much
difference
.
I
was
alone
...
with
what
?
Before
I
could
torture
myself
with
any
new
reflection
,
or
make
any
fresh
effort
to
escape
from
my
bonds
,
an
additional
circumstance
became
manifest
.
Pains
not
formerly
felt
were
racking
my
arms
and
legs
,
and
I
seemed
coated
with
a
profusion
of
dried
blood
beyond
anything
my
former
cuts
and
abrasions
could
furnish
.
My
chest
,
too
,
seemed
pierced
by
a
hundred
wounds
,
as
though
some
malign
,
titanic
ibis
had
been
pecking
at
it
.
Assuredly
the
agency
which
had
removed
the
rope
was
a
hostile
one
,
and
had
begun
to
wreak
terrible
injuries
upon
me
when
somehow
impelled
to
desist
.
Yet
at
the
same
time
my
sensations
were
distinctly
the
reverse
of
what
one
might
expect
.
Instead
of
sinking
into
a
bottomless
pit
of
despair
,
I
was
stirred
to
a
new
courage
and
action
;
for
now
I
felt
that
the
evil
forces
were
physical
things
which
a
fearless
man
might
encounter
on
an
even
basis
.
On
the
strength
of
this
thought
I
tugged
again
at
my
bonds
,
and
used
all
the
art
of
a
lifetime
to
free
myself
as
I
had
so
often
done
amidst
the
glare
of
lights
and
the
applause
of
vast
crowds
.
The
familiar
details
of
my
escaping
process
commenced
to
engross
me
,
and
now
that
the
long
rope
was
gone
I
half
regained
my
belief
that
the
supreme
horrors
were
hallucinations
after
all
,
and
that
there
had
never
been
any
terrible
shaft
,
measureless
abyss
or
interminable
rope
.
Was
I
after
all
in
the
gateway
temple
of
Khephren
beside
the
Sphinx
,
and
had
the
sneaking
Arabs
stolen
in
to
torture
me
as
I
lay
helpless
there
?
At
any
rate
,
I
must
be
free
.
Let
me
stand
up
unbound
,
ungagged
,
and
with
eyes
open
to
catch
any
glimmer
of
light
which
might
come
trickling
from
any
source
,
and
I
could
actually
delight
in
the
combat
against
evil
and
treacherous
foes
!
How
long
I
took
in
shaking
off
my
encumbrances
I
can
not
tell
.
It
must
have
been
longer
than
in
my
exhibition
performances
,
because
I
was
wounded
,
exhausted
,
and
enervated
by
the
experiences
I
had
passed
through
.
When
I
was
finally
free
,
and
taking
deep
breaths
of
a
chill
,
damp
,
evilly
spiced
air
all
the
more
horrible
when
encountered
without
the
screen
of
gag
and
blindfold
edges
,
I
found
that
I
was
too
cramped
and
fatigued
to
move
at
once
.
There
I
lay
,
trying
to
stretch
a
frame
bent
and
mangled
,
for
an
indefinite
period
,
and
straining
my
eyes
to
catch
a
glimpse
of
some
ray
of
light
which
would
give
a
hint
as
to
my
position
.
By
degrees
my
strength
and
flexibility
returned
,
but
my
eyes
beheld
nothing
.
As
I
staggered
to
my
feet
I
peered
diligently
in
every
direction
,
yet
met
only
an
ebony
blackness
as
great
as
that
I
had
known
when
blindfolded
.
