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writhes with laughter; and eats a corner of his shroud as if to

prevent himself from bursting into a too unseemly mirth。



And then; suddenly; black night! And we stand as if congealed in our

place。 The electric light has gone outeverywhere at once。 Above; on

the earth; midday must have soundedfor those who still have

cognisance of the sun and the hours。



The guard who has brought us hither shouts in his Bedouin falsetto; in

order to get the light switched on again; but the infinite thickness

of the walls; instead of prolonging the vibrations; seems to deaden

them; and besides; who could hear us; in the depths where we now are?

Then; groping in the absolute darkness; he makes his way up the

sloping passage。 The hurried patter of his sandals and the flapping of

his burnous grow faint in the distance; and the cries that he

continues to utter sound so smothered to us soon that we might

ourselves be buried。 And meanwhile we do not move。 But how comes it

that it is so hot amongst these mummies? It seems as if there were

fires burning in some oven close by。 And above all there is a want of

air。 Perhaps the corridors; after our passage; have contracted; as

happens sometimes in the anguish of dreams。 Perhaps the long fissure

by which we have crawled hither; perhaps it has closed in upon us。



But at length the cries of alarm are heard and the light is turned on

again。 The three corpses have not profited by the unguarded moments to

attempt any aggressive movement。 Their positions; their expressions

have not changed: the queen calm and beautiful as ever; the man eating

still the corner of his rags to stifle the mad laughter of thirty…

three centuries。



The Bedouin is now returned; breathless from his journey。 He urges us

to come to see the king before the electric light is again

extinguished; and this time for good and all。 Behold us now at the end

of the hall; on the edge of a dark crypt; leaning over and peering

within。 It is a place oval in form; with a vault of a funereal black;

relieved by frescoes; either white or of the colour of ashes。 They

represent; these frescoes; a whole new register of gods and demons;

some slim and sheathed narrowly like mummies; others with big heads

and big bellies like hippopotami。 Placed on the ground and watched

from above by all these figures is an enormous sarcophagus of stone;

wide open; and in it we can distinguish vaguely the outline of a human

body: the Pharaoh!



At least we should have liked to see him better。 The necessary light

is forthcoming at once: the Bedouin Grand Master of Ceremonies touches

an electric button and a powerful lamp illumines the face of

Amenophis; detailing with a clearness that almost frightens you the

closed eyes; the grimacing countenance; and the whole of the sad

mummy。 This theatrical effect took us by surprise; we were not

prepared for it。



He was buried in magnificence; but the pillagers have stripped him of

everything; even of his beautiful breastplate of tortoiseshell; which

came to him from a far…off Oriental country; and for many centuries

now he has slept half naked on his rags。 But his poor bouquet is there

stillof mimosa; recognisable even now; and who will ever tell what

pious or perhaps amorous hand it was that gathered these flowers for

him more than three thousand years ago。



The heat is suffocating。 The whole crushing mass of this mountain; of

this block of limestone; into which we have crawled through relatively

imperceptible holes; like white ants or larvae; seems to weigh upon

our chest。 And these figures too; inscribed on every side; and this

mystery of the hieroglyphs and the symbols; cause a growing

uneasiness。 You are too near them; they seem too much the masters of

the exits; these gods with their heads of falcon; ibis and jackal;

who; on the walls; converse in a continual exalted pantomime。 And then

the feeling comes over you; that you are guilty of sacrilege standing

there; before this open coffin; in this unwonted insolent light。 The

dolorous; blackish face; half eaten away; seems to ask for mercy:

〃Yes; yes; my sepulchre has been violated and I am returning to dust。

But now that you have seen me; leave me; turn out that light; have

pity on my nothingness。〃



In sooth; what a mockery! To have taken so many pains; to have adopted

so many stratagems to hide his corpse; to have exhausted thousands of

men in the hewing of this underground labyrinth; and to end thus; with

his head in the glare of an electric lamp; to amuse whoever passes。



And out of pityI think it was the poor bouquet of mimosa that

awakened itI say to the Bedouin: 〃Yes; put out the light; put it

outthat is enough。〃



And then the darkness returns above the royal countenance; which is

suddenly effaced in the sarcophagus。 The phantom of the Pharaoh is

vanished; as if replunged into the unfathomable past。 The audience is

over。



And we; who are able to escape from the horror of the hypogeum;

reascend rapidly towards the sunshine of the living; we go to breathe

the air again; the air to which we have still a rightfor some few

days longer。







CHAPTER XVIII



AT THEBES IN THE TEMPLE OF THE OGRESS



This evening; in the vast chaos of ruinsat the hour in which the

light of the sun begins to turn to roseI make my way along one of

the magnificent roads of the town…mummy; that; in fact; which goes off

at a right angle to the line of the temples of Amen; and; losing

itself more or less in the sands; leads at length to a sacred lake on

the border of which certain cat…headed goddesses are seated in state

watching the dead water and the expanse of the desert。 This particular

road was begun three thousand four hundred years ago by a beautiful

queen called Makeri;'*' and in the following centuries a number of

kings continued its construction。 It was ornamented with pylons of a

superb massivenesspylons are monumental walls; in the form of a

trapezium with a wide base; covered entirely with hieroglyphs; which

the Egyptians used to place at either side of their porticoes and long

avenuesas well as by colossal statues and interminable rows of rams;

larger than buffaloes; crouched on pedestals。



'*' To…day the mummy with the baby in the museum at Cairo。



At the first pylons I have to make a detour。 They are so ruinous that

their blocks; fallen down on all sides; have closed the passage。 Here

used to watch; on right and left; two upright giants of red granite

from Syene。 Long ago in times no longer precisely known; they were

broken off; both of them; at the height of the loins。 But their

muscular legs have kept their proud; marching attitude; and each in

one of the armless hands; which reach to the end of the cloth that

girds their loins; clenches passionately the emblem of eternal life。

And this Syenite granite is so hard that time has not altered it in

the least; in the midst of the confusion of stones the thighs of these

mutilated giants gleam as if they had been polished yesterday。



Farther on we come upon the second pylons; foundered also; before


which stands a row of Pharaohs。



On every side the overthrown blocks display their utter confusion of

gigantic things in the midst of the sand which continues patiently to

bury them。 And here now are the third pylons; flanked by their two

marching giants; who have neither head nor shoulders。 And the road;

marked majestically still by the debris; continues to lead towards the

desert。



And then the fourth and last pylons; which seem at first sight to mark

the extremity of the ruins; the beginning of the desert nothingness。

Time…worn and uncrowned; but stiff and upright still; they seem to be

set there so solidly that nothing could ever overthrow them。 The two

colossal statues which guard them on the right and left are seated on

thrones。 One; that on the eastern side; has almost disappeared。 But

the other stands out entire and white; with the whiteness of marble;

against the brown…coloured background of the enormous stretch of wall

covered with hieroglyphs。 His face alone has been mutilated; and he

preserves still his imperious chin; his ears; his Sphinx's headgear;

one might almost say his meditative expression; before this deployment

of the vast solitude which seems to begin at his very feet。



Here however was only the boundary of the quarters of the God Amen。

The boundary of Thebes was much farther on; and the avenue which will

lead me directly to the home of the cat…headed goddesses extends

farther still to the old gates of the town; albeit you can scarcely

distinguish it between the double row of Krio…sphinxes all broken and

well…nigh buried。



The day falls; and the dust of Egypt; in accordance with its

invariable practice every evening; begins to resemble in the distance

a powder of gold。 I look behind me from time to time at the giant who

watches me; seated at the foot of his pylon on whi
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