Chapter 7
“I’m sorry, Mr Sayer, but we’re going to need to bury him immediately.”
Howard Carter stood behind me. He had returned to see how Charlie was doing, only to find me clinging to his remains. I got slowly to my feet, feeling ancient. “Yes, I know. I’ll prepare the body.”
He pressed my shoulder. “I’ll see you get his share of this venture also.”
“Thank you, sir.” I sniffed hard and rubbed my eyes on my sleeve.
Another press to my arm, and he left me alone with the man who had been all I’d wanted in life.
I ignored my vague feeling of malaise, rationalizing it as the result of having lost my loved one, and took care of what needed to be done. Then I sought out the leader of our expedition.
“He’s ready, Mr Carter.” I scratched at my palms, and shuffled my feet, trying to ease t
