Ramses had hoped to work on the inscription he had begun translating, but he couldn't refuse his uncle. But there haven't been such stories about Deir el Medina before, have there? Not so far as I know, Ramses said. The reader may regret that there are not more of these entries, and thatthe book itself was never written. That said it all, really.
One glimpse of that parasol and the mob would have fled, screaming. I used bales of cotton wool and every scrap of cotton and linen stuff I could find when we wrapped the artifacts to be moved from the tomb to the Castle. I took a firmer grip on my parasol. What if you're wrong? I asked, half convinced but reluctant to abandon the pursuit.
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