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"Is it!" Her voice had risen to a shriek She saw the fear in him, she saw theas it? He was not repelled as the others had been No, it was so else as he stared at her "Tell me where to find hi him towards the wall "I will tell you a secret, Lord Rutherford You are weak, all of you Strange beings! And I like killing you It soothes my pain to watch you die"
She rushed at hi him by the throat She would shake the truth from him, and then kill hi hands laid hold of her, wrenching her backwards For a s; she screa before her Who was this! She knew, ah, but it was just beyond her grasp Yet the word broke from her: "Ramses!" Yes, this was Ramses, the blue-eyed one She ran at him with her hands out
"Get out," he shouted to the other "Get away from here Go"
His throat felt like marble She could not snap the bones! But he could not throw her off, either, no uely, she knew that Elliott, Lord Rutherford, had left the house, sla her nemesis, Ramses, who at another time had turned away from her; Ramses, who had hurt her It didn't matter that she couldn't remember It was like the name She knew!
Through the rooht hand only long enough to scratch at hiain With all her strength she fought hio up She tried to duck, but the blow caught her, and she fell back on the bed Sobbing, she turned and pushed her face into the pillows She could not kill him! She could not snap his neck
"Daue but in the old one "Evil Ramses!" She spat at hi up at hi at him and slice open his eyes
Why did he look at her like that? Why did he weep?
"Cleopatra!" he whispered
Her vision blurred for an instant; a load of memories so vast and heavy hovered just near her, ready to wipe out the ive in Dark, awful ain
She sat up on the bed, looking at hi over the tender, wounded expression of his face
Handso ones; fire, translucent blue eyes She saw him in another place, a dark place, as she rose up out of the abyss He'd been bending over her saying the ancient prayer in Egyptian You are, now and for always
"You did this to , the boards shattering, felt those stones under her feet Her arht me here, to these 'modern times,' and when I reached out to you, you ran from me!"
Like a boy, he bit his lip; tre down his cheeks Should she pity hi!
"No, I swear it," he said in the old familiar Latin "Others came between us I would never have left you"
This was a lie An awful lie She had tried to rise off the couch The poison of the snake was paralyzing her Ramses! In panic, she'd called out; she could hear her own call But he hadn't turned from theAnd the women around her, they pleaded with him Ramses!