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Perhaps a quarter of an hour passed； maybe less。 Cover her； yes。 No； get her out of the garden before the men e。 She lay in the sun； stuporous； now and then murmuring in her sleep。
Gripping his walking stick； he rose to his feet。 There was feeling in his left leg again； and that meant there was pain。
He went into the bedroom。 A high old…fashioned Victorian bed stood against the far right wail； its white mosquito netting catching the flood of sunlight from the open blinds of the window。
A dressing table stood just to the left of the window。 And an armoire stood farther away in the left corner； its mirrored doors open； revealing a row of wool jackets and coats。
A small portable gramophone with a horn stood on the dressing table。 Beside it were a set of gramophone records in a cardboard case。〃 Learn English；〃 said the bold lettering。 There was another dance hall record。 An ashtray。 Several magazines and a half…full bottle of Scotch。
He could see a proper bathroom through a far door on the right side of the bed。 Copper tub there； towels。
He went the other direction； through a door into another chamber which formed the north wall of the courtyard； with all its blinds shut。 Here the dark beauty kept her tawdry dancing costumes and junk jewelry。 But one cabinet was bursting with frilly Western dresses as well。 There were Western shoes； and frilly umbrellas and a couple of impossible wide…brimmed hats。
But what good were these clothes when the wounded thing needed to be hidden from prying eyes？ He found the usual Moslem robes folded neatly on a bottom shelf。 So he could give her fresh covering…that is； if Malenka would allow him to buy these clothes。
He paused in the doorway to catch his breath。 He stared at the regal bed in the sunlight； the netting flowing down from a circular tester； much like a crown above。 The moment seemed trancelike； elastic。 Images of Henry's death flashed before his eyes。 Yet he felt nothing。 Nothing…except perhaps for a cold horror that took away the very will to live。
Will to live。 He had the vial in his pocket。 He had a few drops of the precious fluid！
That； too； did not affect him； did not dispel his languor。 The maid dead in the museum； Henry dead in the courtyard。 The thing lying out there in the sun！
He could not reason。 Why bother to try？ He had to reach Ramses； of that much he was certain。 But where was Ramses？ What had the bullets done to him？ Was he being held by the men who had dragged him away？
But first； the woman； he had to bring her in and hide her so that Henry's body could be taken away。
She might well attack the men who came to get Henry。 And one glimpse of her might do them even more harm。
Limping out to the courtyard； he tried to clear his head。 He and Ramses were not enemies。 They were confederates now。 And perhaps 。。。 But then he had no spirit for such dreams and ambitions anymore…only what must be done now。
He took a few cautious steps towards the woman asleep on the tiled patio floor。
The midday sun was burning hot； and suddenly he feared for her because of it。 He shaded his eyes as he looked at her： for surely he could not be seeing what he thought he saw。
She moaned uneasily； she was suffering…but a woman of great and exceptional beauty lay there！
A large patch of white bone gleamed through her raven hair；
true； and a small bit of bare cartilage showed in her jaw。 Indeed； her right hand still had two fingers which were bones only； blood trickling from the gristle in the joints。 And the wound in her chest was still there； gaping； revealing a stretch of white rib； overlaid with a thin membrane full of tiny red veins。
But the face had assumed its full human contour！ High colour bloomed in the beautifully moulded cheeks。 The mouth was exquisitely shaped and ruddy。 And the flesh had over all a lovely even olive tone。
Her nipples were a dark rose colour； her breasts plump and firm。
What was happening？ Did the elixir take time to work？
Timidly he drew closer。 The heat pounded upon him。 His head began to swim。 Struggling once again not to lose consciousness； he groped for the pillar behind him and steadied himself； eyes still fixed on the woman who now opened her pale hazel eyes。
She stirred； lifting her right hand and staring at it again。 Surely she felt what was happening to her。 In fact； it seemed the wounds hurt her。 Gasping； she touched the bleeding edge of open flesh on her hand。
But if she understood that she was actually healing； she gave no sign。 She let her arm drop limply and once again she closed her eyes。 She cried again； softly。
〃Ramses；〃 she said as if in half sleep。
〃e with me；〃 Elliott spoke to her softly in Latin。〃 e inside； to a proper bed。〃
Dully she looked at him。
〃The warm sun is there too；〃 he said。 And no sooner had he said these words than he realized。 It was the sun that was healing her！ He had seen it working on her hand as they came through the streets。 It was the only part exposed save for her eyes； and they too had been healing。
And it had been the sun that waked Ramses。 That was the meaning of all the strange language on the coffin； that the sun must not be allowed into the tomb。
But there was no time to ponder it or question it。 She had sat up； the rags had fallen away from her naked breasts pletely； and her face； looking up at him； was beautifully angular； cheeks softly shadowed； eyes full of cold light。
She gave him her hand； then saw the bony fingers and drew it back with a hiss。
〃No； trust in me；〃 he said in Latin。 He helped her to her feet。
He led her through the little house and into the bedroom。 She studied objects around her。 With her foot； she examined the soft Persian carpet。 She stared at the little gramophone。 What did the black disk look like to her？
He tried to steer her towards the bed； but she would not move。 She had seen the newspaper lying on the dressing table； and now she snatched it up and stared at the advertisement for the opera…at the quaintly Egyptian woman and her warrior lover； and the sketch of the three pyramids behind them and the fanlike Egyptian palms。
She gave a little agitated moan as she studied this。 Then her finger moved over the columns of English； and she looked up at Elliott； her eyes large and glossy and slightly mad。
〃My language；〃 he said to her in Latin。〃 English。 This advertises a drama with music。 It is called an opera。〃
〃Speak in English；〃 she said to him in Latin。 Her voice was sharp yet lovely。〃 I tell you； speak。〃
There was a sound at the door。 He took her arm and moved her to one side； out of sight。〃 Strangers；〃 he said in English and then immediately in Latin。 He went on in this vein； alternating languages； translating for her。〃 Lie down and rest； and I shall bring you food。〃
She cocked her head； listening to the noises from the other room。 Then her body moved with a violent spasm and she put her hand to the wound in her chest。 Yes； they hurt her； these awful oozing ulcers； for that's what they looked like。 But there was something else wrong with her； accounting for her sudden jerky movements； and the way every sound startled her。
Quickly he led her to the bed； and； shoving back the netting； he urged her to He back on the lace pillows。 A great look of relief came over her as she did so。 She shivered violently again； fingers dancing now over her eyes； as she turned instinctively towards the sun。 Surely he should cover her； only a few rags now clung to her； thin as paper； but then she needed the sun。
He opened the blinds opposite； letting the full heat e in。
Then he hurried to close the door to the sitting room； and he peered out the window that opened onto the yard。
Malenka was just opening the garden gate。 Two men had e in with a rolled…up carpet。 They unrolled it on the pavement； lifted the body of Henry； dumped it down on the carpet and rolled it up again。
The sight of the heavy flopping limbs sickened Elliott。 He swallowed； and waited out the sudden increased pressure in his chest。
Then he heard a soft weeping ing from the bed。 He went back to the woman and looked down at her。 He could not tell if the healing was continuing。 And then he thought of the vial in his coat。
For a moment he hesitated。 Who would not？ But there were only a few droplets。 And he could not bear the sight of her pain。
The deaths she'd caused； they had been almost blunders。 And how impossible to measure her confusion and torments。
She looked up at him； squinting as though the brightness hurt her。 And softly in Latin； she asked his name。
For a moment he couldn't respond。 Her simple tone had evinced a natural intelligence。 And it was intelligence now that he beheld in her eyes。
That is； she seemed no longer mad or disoriented。 Only a woman suffering。
〃Forgive me；〃 he said in Latin。〃 Elliott； Lord Rutherford。 In my land； I am a lord。〃
Shrewdly she studied him。 She sat up； and reaching for the folded forter at the foot of the bed； she brought it up to cover her to the waist。 The sunlight sparkled on her black hair； and once again he saw the tendrils dancing about her face。
Her black eyebrows were beautifully drawn； high and just wide enough apart。 Her hazel eyes were magnificent。
〃May I ask your name？〃 he said in Latin。
A bitter smile came over her。〃 Cleopatra；〃 she said。〃 In my land； I am a Queen。〃
The silence shimmered。 A soft heat washed through him； utterly unlike the pain of other shocks。 He stared into her eyes； unable to answer。 And then a great exhilaration seized him； obliterating every fear and regret of his soul。
〃Cleopatra；〃 he whispered； awestruck； respectful。
In Latin she said；〃 Speak to me in English； Lord Rutherford。 Speak the tongue you spoke to the slave girl。 Speak the tongue written there in the book。 Bring me food and drink； for I am ravenous。〃
〃Yes；〃 he said in English； nodding to her。 He repeated the assent in Latin。〃 Food and drink。〃
〃And you must tell me…〃 she started； but then stopped。 The pain in her side hurt her； and then frantically she touched the wound on her head。〃 Tell me…〃 she tried again； then looked at him in pure confusion。 She was obviously struggling to remember； then panic seized her； and clamping her hands to her head； she closed her eyes and started to weep。
〃Here； wait； I have the medicine；〃 he whispered。 He eased himself down slowly on the side of the bed。 He drew the vial out of his coat。 A half inch of fluid remained in it； sparkling unnaturally in the sun。
She studied the vial suspiciously。 She watched him open it。 He raised it； gendy touching her hair with his left hand； but she stopped him。 She pointed to her eyelids and he saw that there were still small places there where the skin appeared eaten away。 She took the vial from him； poured a drop or two onto her fingers and smoothed this on her lids。
Elliott narrowed his eyes as he watched the action of the chemical。 He could almost hear it； a faint rustling； crackling sound。
Now； desperately； she took the whole vial and poured the fluid over the gaping hole in her chest。 She smeared it with her left fingers； whimpering softly； and then lay back； gasping faindy； head tossing on the pillows； then still。
Several minutes passed。 He was fascinated by what he saw。 But the healing went only so far； then stopped。 Her lids； they were now entirely normal； and indeed her lashes were a dark unbroken fringe。 But the wound in her side was as evil as ever。
It was only just penetrating to him that she was Cleopatra； that Ramses had stumbled upon the body of his lost love。 It was only just ing clear to him why Ramses had done what he had done。 Dully he wondered what it meant to have such power。 He had dreamed of immortality； but not the power to convey it。 And this was the power not only to grant immortality； but to triumph over death。
But the implications 。。。 they staggered him。 This creature； what was going on in her mind？ Indeed； where had her mind as such e from？ God； he had to reach Ramsey！