Проклятие мумии, или Камень Семи Звезд
Chapter 11
Within,therewasanotherropehangingintotheshaftoftheMummyPit.Welookedateachother;butneithersaidaword.Wefixedourownrope,andasarrangedTrelawnydescendedfirst,Ifollowingatonce.Itwasnottillwestoodtogetheratthefootoftheshaftthatthethoughtflashedacrossmethatwemightbeinsomesortofatrap;thatsomeonemightdescendtheropefromthecliff,andbycuttingtheropebywhichwehadloweredourselvesintothePit,buryustherealive.Thethoughtwashorrifying;butitwastoolatetodoanything.Iremainedsilent.Webothhadtorches,sothattherewasamplelightaswepassedthroughthepassageandenteredtheChamberwherethesarcophagushadstood.Thefirstthingnoticeablewastheemptinessoftheplace.Despiteallitsmagnificentadornment,thetombwasmadeadesolationbytheabsenceofthegreatsarcophagus,toholdwhichitwashewnintherock;ofthechestwiththealabasterjars;ofthetableswhichhadheldtheimplementsandfoodfortheuseofthedead,andtheushaptiufigures.
"ItwasmademoreinfinitelydesolatestillbytheshroudedfigureofthemummyofQueenTerawhichlayonthefloorwherethegreatsarcophagushadstood!Besideitlay,inthestrangecontortedattitudesofviolentdeath,threeoftheArabswhohaddesertedfromourparty.Theirfaceswereblack,andtheirhandsandnecksweresmearedwithbloodwhichhadburstfrommouthandnoseandeyes.
"Onthethroatofeachwerethemarks,nowblackening,ofahandofsevenfingers
