Egyptian Curse. Chris Blake

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      As Tom gobbled up his fried egg, Isis’s voice floated over the room.

      “A computer game, some books and a knitted thing? What boring presents!”

      Tom noticed that Isis’s shoulders were slumped. Perhaps she was feeling left out, especially if she’d never celebrated a birthday before. He quickly ate the rest of his breakfast. “Let’s go upstairs and try out my new game,” he whispered.

      “Deal!” Isis said, smiling.

      As they ran upstairs, Mum shouted out, “Don’t forget we’re leaving for the bowling alley at ten thirty!”

      “Those shoes are ugly,” Isis said, pointing to the red, white and blue bowling shoes that Tom and his friends were putting on.

      “Nobody’s asking you to wear them,” Tom said.

      Mum and Dad were programming everybody’s names into the machine that kept score.

      In the next lane, a tall man stood up to take his go. Tom watched as the ball thundered down the lane. There was a loud crash as it sent every single pin flying. The man jumped up and down and punched the air.

      Isis gasped. “That’s not very sporting, is it?”

      Tom started to laugh. “He got a strike,” he explained. “He’s happy because he knocked down all the pins. That’s the point of the game, you see? The more you knock down—”

      “I bet I can do that!” Isis said.

      Tom nervously glanced over at his friends. “No, Isis. Just watch. Please don’t try to join in—”

      But Isis had already picked up a bowling ball and flung it down the lane.

      “Woo-hoo!” she cried, as Cleo scampered after the ball.

      Tom’s friends stared as, seemingly on its own, the ball rolled down the lane and knocked over all ten pins.

      “That ball just bowled a strike by itself!” Veejay said, blinking in disbelief.

      Tom gulped. “Someone must have dropped it.” To distract his friends he said, “Hey! Who wants some lemonade?”

      Suddenly, Tom’s voice was drowned out by a loud, rumbling noise. At the end of the lane, the giant, jackal-headed god of the Underworld, Anubis, burst out, splintering the wood and sending the pins flying.

      “Just when I was getting the hang of it!” Isis grumbled.

      Anubis’s eyes glowed red. He folded his arms and bared his sharp teeth at Tom and Isis. “Are you ready to face your toughest challenge yet?” he boomed.

      Tom looked at his school friends who were all sipping their lemonade. They had no idea the Ancient Egyptian god was there.

      “Not really,” Tom said. “I’m in the middle of my birthday party.”

      “SILENCE!” bellowed Anubis. “Your last challenge will be a real test of bravery. Fail, and Isis will never get into the Afterlife!”

      Suddenly, a wind blew up round Tom, Isis and Cleo, pulling them out of the bowling alley and into the tunnels of time.

      

      “Wheeeee!” Tom cried.

      Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! The three travellers shot out of the time tunnels into hot, dry air and blinding sunlight. They landed on the dusty ground. Tom looked round and saw an enormous river, twisting like a dark green snake into the distance. Closer by, there was a grid of buildings with golden desert beyond.

      Tom gazed up at scaffolding made from tree trunks. Men were scurrying up and down it, carrying stones. They seemed to be building some sort of temple.

      “You know where we are, don’t you?” Isis said excitedly, gripping Tom’s arm. No longer a mummy, she had her body back again. Her kohl-lined eyes shone with glee.

      “Not really,” Tom said, looking down at their white linen tunics.

      Cleo purred loudly then stretched out her legs and licked her stripy fur. Isis scooped the cat into her arms.

      “We’re home, Fluffpot!” she said. “I’d know that river anywhere. It’s the Nile!”

      “Ancient Egypt?” Tom said, staring at the builders. They had the same dark skin as Isis. Some were bald, but others wore ponytails.

      “Cool! Where’s your palace then?”

      Isis shielded her eyes from the sun and peered round. “Good question. To be honest, I don’t recognise any of these buildings. There’s not a pyramid in sight.”

      Tom called over to a worker, who was lifting a basket full of mud on to his broad shoulders. “Excuse me,” he said. “What city are we in?”

      The worker frowned at him.

      Tom wondered if the man hadn’t understood him. So far, thanks to Anubis’s magic, he and Isis had been able to speak to people in every time and place they had visited. Had the magic worn off?

      “The capital, of course!” the man finally said, to Tom’s relief.

      “Memphis?” Isis asked, looking hopeful.

      As he started to climb the scaffold, the man laughed. “No, Amarna, silly girl.” He looked down at Isis and shook his head. “Do you think we’re still in the Old Kingdom, or something?”

      Tom expected Isis to tell the worker off for being so rude to a princess, but instead she just looked puzzled.

      “I don’t understand,” she said. “I was sure me and Fluffpot had come home.”

      “Let’s go and look over there,” Tom said, pointing to a high stone wall that had already been finished. Two men were chiselling away, covering the wall in hieroglyphics.

      “Those men are scribes,” Isis said. “This must be a temple of some sort.”

      When they reached the wall, Isis СКАЧАТЬ