What are you doing?” I demanded. Nila ignored my questions. She held the flashlight in one hand. She gripped the little hand in the other, holding it up toward the approaching mummy. “Come here, my brother!” she called, waving the hand, summoning the mummy. “It is I, Princess Nila!” Its legs cracking, its brittle bones breaking inside the gauze wrappings, the mummy obediently dragged itself forward. “Nila — stop it! What are you doing?” Sari shrieked. But Nila continued to ignore us. “It is I, your sister!” she called to the mummy. A triumphant smile crossed her pretty face. Her green eyes sparkled like flashing emeralds in the darting light. “I have waited so long for this day,” Nila told the mummy. “I have waited so many centuries, my brother, hoping that someday someone would uncover your tomb and we could be reunited.” Nila’s face glowed with excitement. The little mummy hand trembled in her hand. “I have brought you back to life, my brother!” she called to the mummy.
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