“Does it?”
“Do you doubt it?”
“I’m sure society has moved on to other more interesting subjects of gossip. We’ve been gone for a while.”
“Oh, Lucia, I’ve missed you most of all.”
Karnak, royal seat of the mighty pharaohs, passed in a golden blur of statuary and monuments and a sacred lake and massive pylons and temples flanked by colossi (“Oh, look, is that Ramses II again?”) and a forest of soaring columns in the Great Hypostyle Hall and obelisks and shrines and courts and colonnades and chambers radiating out from the Temple of Amon at the heart of the complex, awash in rich reliefs and wall carvings and murals, as grand and immense in scale as Charley had said, and yes, it had its own avenue of sphinxes on approach like the one Vincent had strolled down towards us at Luxor Temple, e
