30 November 1873
I have been treated and released from the hospital here in Cairo. I am finally well enough to make the long voyage home.
Red did not die out in the desert, but I don’t know how fortunate that is, as he is crippled forever. He was rescued by a caravan traveling in the area. They had ropes, pulleys, and a few strong elephants to free him. Red came to the hospital just as I was leaving it, his wife and his pretty little daughter hurrying to his side. I slunk away before they could see me. I am ashamed.
Mariette has still not returned from his trip and now I think, why should I report anything? Red is a broken man, through my fault. Do I really want to visit more misery upon him and his family?
As far as the tomb’s discovery, I am disenchanted with the pursuit of glory an
