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barely holding himself together, made a noise like deathwatch beetle finally conquering a rotten tree.
'What'd he say?' said Teppicymon.
The said Teppicymon, his voice slightly muffled. 'And you can keep them away from me, lad.'
It was a small pyramid, mazeless, without traps, just a stone passage leading upwards. Tremulously, expecting at any moment to see unnamed terrors leap out at them, the embalmers followed the king into a small, square chamber that smelled of sand. The roof was black with soot.
There was no sarcophagus within, no mummy case, no terror named or nameless. The centre mummy of Ashk-ur-men-tep translated. 'He saide yt ys Spooky,' he croaked. The late king nodded. 'I'm going in to have a look. You two live ones, you come with me.' Dil's face fell. 'Oh, come on, man,' snapped Teppicymon, forcing the door back. 'Look, I'm not frightened. Show a bit of backbone. Everyone else is.' 'But we'll need some light,' protested Dil. The nearest mummies lurched back sharply as Gern timidly took a tinderbox out of his pocket. 'We'll need something to burn,' said Dil. The mummies shuffled further back, muttering. 'There's torches in here,'
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