"I am lost, Marianne!" cried the Queen, when she found the enemy was within a day's march of her capital; "I am ruined past redemption."
"Do not desert yourself," said Marianne, "and you may yet be saved. If you despair, it is a virtual acknowledgment of the weakness of your cause."
"What will become of me?" continued Rosabella, wringing her hands; "no earthly help can save me."
"But courage may," said the deep voice of Cheops, who had entered the room unobserved.
"Ah!" screamed Rosabella; "it is the fiend!"
Cheops laughed, and the unearthly sound rang hoarsely in the ears of his auditors.
"Speak, demon! or whatever thou art," cried Marianne; "shall we perish?"
"You shall meet with your reward!" said the Mummy calmly: "Are you satisfied?"
"Oh, Rosabella!" screamed Father Morris, rushing into the room in an agony of despair; "save her! save my child!"
"Your child?" cried Rosabella; "can it be possible that you are my father?"