"Guy N. Smith - Accursed" - читать интересную книгу автора (Smith Guy N)

Such beauty, unmarred by the passing of thousands of years, eyes that had not dulled, long dark hair that
had not lost its sheen. Then the horror as he saw the wound, an ugly incision below her left breast where
a cruel sword blade had pierced and disfigured, been wrenched free as she had fallen bleeding to the
ground.



Eyes that still saw and understood. He held on to the sides of the coffin, fought off a wave of dizziness,
saw those lips move and heard her gentle tones like the rippling of the tide on a deserted beach.



'You have not failed me, stranger. Now take myself and Aba-oner, the soldier, away from this place to
your own land where we shall be freed from the curse placed upon us. Do not delay for every second
that we remain here we are in danger!'



There was no thought of refusal in the old clergyman's mind, just how he was going to manage the task
of taking these two up above on his own. But he knew he would make it somehow. They were not
happy here and possibly elsewhere they would be at peace. The girl had pleaded and he would not fail
her.



The mummy of Dalukah presented no problem for she was no heavier than a child and he lifted her
easily, stumbled through the outer chamber and up the long flight of steps with her cradled to his breast.
Without pausing for breath he returned for the coffin.



Now it was the turn of Aba-aner. The Reverend Mason felt the coldness of the tomb as he re-entered it
like an icy barrier trying to repel him. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I shall
fear no evil, for Thou art with me.... Yet all he experienced was a sense of loneliness. The man was tall, a
handsome specimen of his time, his features fierce yet the eyes reflected an underlying kindness.
Something more, a deep sorrow. Muscular, a fine figure spoiled only by that same sword wound that
Dalukah bore, an ugly gash that went right into the heart.



A hiss; it could have been the desert wind soughing down the open tunnel where it had been denied
access from time immemorial. Mason told himself that that was what it was because the serpent on the
amulet was an inanimate object. Those eyes just glinted in the torchlight because they were jewels and for
no other reason.



This time he had to drag the body because it was impossible to lift it, wincing as the legs caught on the