I peered into the darkness, thrusting out the lamps, and this was what their light fell on—­this at the very dream of which my soul sickens!  There, facing us, his back resting against the rock, and his hands splayed on either side upon the floor, sat the eunuch—­dead! His eyes and mouth were open, his fat cheeks dropped down, his thin hair yet seemed to bristle, and on his countenance was frozen such a stamp of hideous terror as well might turn the beholder’s brain.  And lo! fixed to his chin, by its hinder claws, hung that grey and mighty bat, which, flying forth when we entered the pyramid, vanished in the sky, but, returning, had followed us to its depths.  There it hung upon the dead man’s chin slowly rocking itself to and fro, and we could see the fiery eyes shining in its head.

Aghast, utterly aghast, we stood and stared at the hateful sight; till presently the bat spread his huge wings and, losing his hold, sailed to us.  Now he hovered before Cleopatra’s face, fanning her with his white wings.  Then with a scream, like a woman’s shriek of fury, the accursed Thing flittered on, seeking his violated tomb, and vanished down the well into the sepulchre.  I fell against the wall.  But Cleopatra sank in a heap upon the floor, and, covering her head with her arms, she shrieked till the hollow passages rang with the echoes of her cries, that seemed to grow and double and rush along the depths in volumes of shrill sound.

“Rise!” I cried, “rise and let us hence before the Spirit shall return to haunt us!  If thou dost suffer thyself to be overwhelmed in this place thou art lost for ever.”

She staggered to her feet, and never may I forget the look upon her ashy face or in her glowing eyes.  Seizing lamps with a rush, we passed the dead eunuch’s horrid form, I holding her by the hand.  We gained the great chamber, where was the sarcophagus of the Queen of Menkau-ra, and traversed its length.  We fled along the passage.  What if the Thing had closed the three mighty doors?  No; they were open, and we sped through them; the last only did I stay to close.  I touched the stone, as I knew how, and the great door crashed down, shutting us off from the presence of the dead eunuch and the Horror that had hung upon the eunuch’s chin.  Now we were in the white chamber with the sculptured panels, and now we faced the last steep ascent.  Oh that last ascent!  Twice Cleopatra slipped and fell upon the polished floor.  The second time—­it was when half the distance had been done—­she let fall her lamp, and would, indeed, have rolled down the slide had I not saved her.  But in doing thus I, too, let fall my lamp that bounded away into shadow beneath us, and we were in utter darkness.  And perchance about us, in the darkness, hovered that awful Thing!

“Be brave!” I cried; “O love, be brave, and struggle on, or both are lost!  The way, though steep, is not far; and, though it be dark, we can scarce come to harm in this straight shaft.  If the gems weight thee, cast them away!”