I’d been set on battling my overwhelming fear of the narrow, winding pathways that led to the five chambers that were King Tutankhamun’s and reaching Charlie, but I was able to describe a good deal.
And then I continued with the Boy King’s throne room in his palaces at Memphis, which was his administrative capital, and Thebes, his religious capital. I went on with the courtyards and altars of the temple of Anubis, and the meals of pigeon and quail that were served us—
“Us?” Miss Alice squeaked.
“I beg your pardon?”
“You said us.”
“I did?” Why had I said that? I had to think fast. “Oh, I am sorry. I lost myself in memories of the dig site. One of the women was an excellent cook, and she prepared meals she vowed were fit for a pharaoh.”
Miss Straughan peered at me, then nodded. “And I
