And then Jane felt that her hand was on a slab or table of stone, and, under her hand, something that felt like the charm that had so long hung round her neck, only it was thicker. Twice as thick.
“It’s here!” she said, “I’ve got it!” And she hardly knew the sound of her own voice.
“Come away,” repeated Rekh-marā.
“I wish we could see more of this Temple,” said Robert resistingly.
“Come away,” the Priest urged, “there is death all about, and strong magic. Listen.”
The chanting voices seemed to have grown louder and fiercer, and light stronger.
“They are coming!” cried Rekh-marā. “Quick, quick, the Amulet!”
Jane held it up.
“What a long time you’ve been rubbing your eyes!” said Anthea; “don’t you see we’ve got back?” The learned gentleman merely stared at her.
“Miss Anthea—Miss Jane!” It was Nurse’s voice, very much higher and squeaky and more exalted than usual.