The Falcon At The Portal: An Amelia Peabody Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
I am so glad you were not disturbed."Emerson pushed the marmalade jar away, mumbled something and left the room rather precipitately. It was probably the wisest thing he could have done, but it left me without an object for my (admittedly unreasonable) annoyance. I looked at Ramses. He jumped up, mumbled something and left the room so precipitately that he stumbled over Horus. They swore at one another, and Horus came, limping, to Nefret for sympathy."He isn't injured," I said. "I think he deliberately puts himself in people's way so he can complain."Nefret supported her chin on her hands and looked gravely at me. "I am sorry you did not sleep well. Did you have one of your famous premonitions?""No," I admitted. "Nor a bad dream, like the ones you used to have."I had dreamed of Abdullah, as I did from time to time. The setting of those visions was always the same. We were standing at sunrise atop the cliffs at Deir el Bahri, on our way to the Valley of the Kings. Over the years Abdullah and I had got in the habit of stopping there after we had climbed the steep path, to catch our breaths and enjoy the view, which he loved, I think, as much as I.
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