"I wish it not," said Edric.
"Have you no curiosity?" asked the Mummy, with a ghastly smile.
"None," returned Edric; "unless it be that I would fain know your history, and the meaning of the sculptures upon your tomb."
"'What are they?" demanded Cheops.
"A youthful warrior is bearing off a beautiful woman in his arms, whilst an old man laments bitterly in the distance."
"I was the warrior," said Cheops; "and the beautiful female was Arsinoë. I loved her, and to gratify my impetuous passion I tore her from the arms of her father by force."
"The warrior is afterwards contending with the old man who falls beneath his blows—"
"He did, he did," cried Cheops; "he died by my hand; and eternal misery haunts me for the deed."
"And this old man was—"
"My father!" cried the Mummy, writhing in agony.
"And Arsinoë—"
