Chapter 8: The Medallion:
Guo's POV:
Sir Giles was complaining about Mr. King. He was drunk.
"Whoever heard of an Egyptologist who wasn't allowed in Egypt," asks Sir Giles, "there's no court of appeal, you know."
"What page do you say," I asked.
"Darn Hashmi," says Sir Giles, "I didn't hear him tell the authorities that it was King! He's just as responsible for removing the relics."
"But what page," I asked again.
"It was somewhere in the 300's I think," says Sir Giles.
"Thank you," I said. He then started messing things up. "You crazy drunken oaf!"
"I see I now lost your respect too," says Sir Giles, "you are undoubtably better left alone with your studies."
"Sorry..." I began.
"Goodnight, Guo," says Sir Giles. He then goes to bed.
I then took a look at the medallion. I was then starting to think. "Could it be?" I then walked over to the bookcase to grab a book, but when I got back to the desk, I dropped a book and that's when someone knocked me out... Whoever they were, they stole the medallion.
Mr. King's POV:
Everyone came for the show. "Hiya Beautiful, how'd I look," I asked.
"You'd put Rhahdopees to shahme," says Annette.
Probably more insulting to the Mummy Queen, but I'm sure she'd let it sly. "I'm sorry Guo can't be here," I said, "how is he?"
"He's steell aht Seer Giles', ze dahctor wouldn't let heem be mahved!"
"Now, who'd wanna knock him out," I asked.
"We wahn't know zat unteel he cahn tell us. Ahnd he hahsn't fully regained cahnsciousness yet!"
"Let's hope it'll be soon," I said, "Beauchamp."
"King. I see you have all the important press here."
"And their friends," I said, "they all show up when they know it's free. Well, if you excuse me, I have a show to put on." I then got on stage. "Extinguish Guests, Ladies and Gentlemen of the Press, this is a historic moment. Today, we will open the 3,000-year-old coffin of Rhodopis, the Cinderella of Egypt! But, first of all, I want you to absorb some of the atmosphere, as much as it must have been for those explorers, led by my good friend, Sir Giles Dalrymple, your premiere archaeologist! Our story starts almost 18 years ago to this very day. He led all of us in the exhibition, including myself, into the valley of kings. A leading member of our team was Professor Eugene DuBois, Paris Museum of Egyptology, who unfortunately lost in life in the hands of supersticious natives, only shortly before our work was completed. With him is Guo Howard O'Connell, his Father discovered the Tomb of the Dragon Emperor, and his grandmother discovered the Book of the Dead. The youngest and prettiest of our team was Annette DuBois, the breath of Parisian charm who did much to cool the hot winds of the desert, in addition to being decorative, she was an able assistant to her Father, the late professor. The guiding light of the exhibition was myself. After a short period of relaxation, there followed then months of searching and excavation, until the discovery of one small step, overlooked by both searchers and plunderers, for countless generations, led us to believe we found a royal burrial tomb. Six days later, we were standing on the threshold. Below us were the first great buildings. Those massive portraits to past. Anubis, the guardian of the tombs stood before us. As we entered, the dust of lost centuries filled the air. It was not a thin dust, but the heavy dust, peeling as though it contains the sounds of a bannished civilization. It clung to our clothes, and cloied in our nostrils. As if in a last desperate attempt to stop us from seeing. And then, before us stood the two statue guardians of the inner tomb. Here, modern man was confronted with the relics of his Ancient Egyptian Brothers. Among them were the wardrobes and personal belongings of the royal princess. Statues of her Gods. Funeral furniture. Weapons. Food. In fact, everything she would need to help protect her during her journeys over the dark waters of death and into eternity. Ra stood watching overall. Then, before us stood her sarcophogus. The likeness of the body it contained. And now, before the great historic moment, I must take you into my confidence and warn you. There is a curse, which says that all persons present, at the opening of Rhodopis' coffin, and who gazed at the face of the mummy in it, shall die. Struck down by the wrath of the Egyptian Gods. So, any of you feeling nervous, if you wish to leave now, you may do so. You have been warned!" I then snapped my fingers and the music played. We then had the lights turned off. "Ladies and Gentlemen, for the very first time, and before your very eyes, I will cut the royal seal." I then cut the royal seal. "Alexander King is very proud to present to you the Mummy of Rhodopis."
Everyone had a strange reaction. "Great Scott!"
I then looked and saw that the mummy was missing.
To Be Continued
In the next chapter, no one knows where the mummy is.