CHAPTER XIIIThe village street was completely silent, the small white huts reflecting back the sunlight in thin, wavering shafts that illumined first one despairfully staring Scorpion face and then another. Lawrence and Duke cast long shadows. The instruments they were erecting caused them to intercept the downslanting radiance at a dozen points.
A twenty-foot projection screen had been set up in the middle of the street. Opposite it, on an elevated platform, Lawrence and Duke had erected a complex and elaborate audiovisual instrument which would throw a series of three-dimensional images on the screen for everyone on the street to see.
The living mummies sat huddled in doorways, not moving at all, their faced blanched, shrunken masks, their eyes glazed and apathetic and not even turned
