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Tags: Fiction, Action & Adventure, Juvenile Fiction, Magic, Family Life, Occult fiction, Adventure and Adventurers, Great Britain, Egypt, London (England), Antiquities, Good and Evil, Occultism, Blessing and Cursing, Egypt - Antiquities, Museums, London (England) - History - 20th Century, Great Britain - History - Edward VII; 1901-1910, Incantations; Egyptian, Family Life - England
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of, I arranged a blob of liverwurst, a tiny crumble of cheddar, and part of a boiled egg white.
Just as I was setting a very promising Isis trap, I felt a
whoosh
as a small furry shape whizzed past me, then vivid pain as razor sharp claws swiped my hands away from the scraps.
I was so startled that it wasn't until Isis had nearly swallowed the last bit of egg that I remembered to grab her.
Howling like a banshee, she twisted violently, trying to wrench herself from my grasp. It was like trying to hang on to a small whirlwind! I clutched her close and prayed the reading room was still empty. It would be just my luck to have some crusty old scholar show up while I was trying to smuggle my cat in.
With relief, I found the room empty and hurried into my study. I held on to Isis with one hand while I groped for my supplies with the other.
Unfortunately, this left her arms and legs free to slash and swipe. I winced as her claws made contact with my torso, then nearly dropped her when her paw sliced through my left sleeve.
I wrestled her down to the floor and held her in my lap with one hand while I tried to wrap the collar around her neck with the other. Luckily my heavy layers of clothing protected me from any further damage. Finally, I got the collar wrapped around her scrawny little neck. Then I had to release my hold on her so I could tie the horrid thing, which left her free to try to run away or claw my arm off.
She gave both a rousing good try.
As I tied on the collar, I mumbled the charm as quickly as I could. "May the healing power of Horus fill you. May the strength of the Eye of Ra shine down upon you. May you revert back to your charming little self." At those last words, Isis wrenched free of my grasp. As she streaked toward the door, I lurched to my feet and grabbed the vessel full of water. "May this water purify your soul!" I cried out, tossing it at her as she disappeared through the door.
I heard a bellow of surprise, then who should stick their ugly head in the door but Clive Fagenbush! His eyebrows were drawn together, like one huge mustache across his forehead, and there was a big wet blotch right in the middle of his chest. You can just imagine how happy he was about
that.
As he took a single, slow step into the room, a drop of water dangled from his long pointed nose. "What do you think you are doing, you miserable child?" he asked.
His fury was like a wall, pushing up against me. I took a step back. "I was giving Isis a bath," I said.
He took another step closer. "A cat? A bath? In winter? Tell me, do you always invoke purification rites when you give your cat a bath?"
Bother. Heard that, had he? I stopped backing up, folded my arms across my chest, and gave him a haughty glare. "Of course. Don't you? How do you expect to get really clean, then?"
His frown deepened.
Just then I heard Father's voice from down the hall. "Theodosia! Get out here! We're going to be late picking up Henry!"
Oh, dear. He sounded angry. "Sorry. Got to go." I took a step forward to make my escape, then realized I would be leaving him here alone with my things.
He glowered at me. "I'm warning you..."
"Now!" Dad's voice barked out, and Fagenbush and I both jumped. Father stood in the door behind us. When he saw the Second Assistant Curator standing in my study, he did a double take. "I say, what are you doing in here, Fagenbush?"
Yes, I thought. What
are
you doing in here? I tilted my head to the side, waiting for his answer.
"I, uh, thought Theodosia might have had, er, something that I was looking for."
"Nonsense. Theodosia doesn't have anything in here." He frowned at me, suddenly wary. "Do you?"
I gave a little laugh. "Whatever would I have in here?"
Father nodded. "Quite. Now, move along, Fagenbush. Theodosia needs to come with me."
Fagenbush nodded, then beat a hasty retreat. Just as I was feeling rather smug, Father turned back to me. "What on earth has happened to you? Look at you! You're a mess."
I
Just as I was setting a very promising Isis trap, I felt a
whoosh
as a small furry shape whizzed past me, then vivid pain as razor sharp claws swiped my hands away from the scraps.
I was so startled that it wasn't until Isis had nearly swallowed the last bit of egg that I remembered to grab her.
Howling like a banshee, she twisted violently, trying to wrench herself from my grasp. It was like trying to hang on to a small whirlwind! I clutched her close and prayed the reading room was still empty. It would be just my luck to have some crusty old scholar show up while I was trying to smuggle my cat in.
With relief, I found the room empty and hurried into my study. I held on to Isis with one hand while I groped for my supplies with the other.
Unfortunately, this left her arms and legs free to slash and swipe. I winced as her claws made contact with my torso, then nearly dropped her when her paw sliced through my left sleeve.
I wrestled her down to the floor and held her in my lap with one hand while I tried to wrap the collar around her neck with the other. Luckily my heavy layers of clothing protected me from any further damage. Finally, I got the collar wrapped around her scrawny little neck. Then I had to release my hold on her so I could tie the horrid thing, which left her free to try to run away or claw my arm off.
She gave both a rousing good try.
As I tied on the collar, I mumbled the charm as quickly as I could. "May the healing power of Horus fill you. May the strength of the Eye of Ra shine down upon you. May you revert back to your charming little self." At those last words, Isis wrenched free of my grasp. As she streaked toward the door, I lurched to my feet and grabbed the vessel full of water. "May this water purify your soul!" I cried out, tossing it at her as she disappeared through the door.
I heard a bellow of surprise, then who should stick their ugly head in the door but Clive Fagenbush! His eyebrows were drawn together, like one huge mustache across his forehead, and there was a big wet blotch right in the middle of his chest. You can just imagine how happy he was about
that.
As he took a single, slow step into the room, a drop of water dangled from his long pointed nose. "What do you think you are doing, you miserable child?" he asked.
His fury was like a wall, pushing up against me. I took a step back. "I was giving Isis a bath," I said.
He took another step closer. "A cat? A bath? In winter? Tell me, do you always invoke purification rites when you give your cat a bath?"
Bother. Heard that, had he? I stopped backing up, folded my arms across my chest, and gave him a haughty glare. "Of course. Don't you? How do you expect to get really clean, then?"
His frown deepened.
Just then I heard Father's voice from down the hall. "Theodosia! Get out here! We're going to be late picking up Henry!"
Oh, dear. He sounded angry. "Sorry. Got to go." I took a step forward to make my escape, then realized I would be leaving him here alone with my things.
He glowered at me. "I'm warning you..."
"Now!" Dad's voice barked out, and Fagenbush and I both jumped. Father stood in the door behind us. When he saw the Second Assistant Curator standing in my study, he did a double take. "I say, what are you doing in here, Fagenbush?"
Yes, I thought. What
are
you doing in here? I tilted my head to the side, waiting for his answer.
"I, uh, thought Theodosia might have had, er, something that I was looking for."
"Nonsense. Theodosia doesn't have anything in here." He frowned at me, suddenly wary. "Do you?"
I gave a little laugh. "Whatever would I have in here?"
Father nodded. "Quite. Now, move along, Fagenbush. Theodosia needs to come with me."
Fagenbush nodded, then beat a hasty retreat. Just as I was feeling rather smug, Father turned back to me. "What on earth has happened to you? Look at you! You're a mess."
I
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