"Tanya Huff - Victoria Nelson - 03 - Blood Lines" - читать интересную книгу автора (Huff Tanya)

I will be free!

"Soon," came the quiet answer. "Soon."

It took the rest of the day to clear the mortar. In spite of mounting paperwork, Dr. Rax remained in the
workroom.

"Well, whatever they sealed up in here, they certainly didn't make it easy to get to." Dr. Shane
straightened, one hand rubbing the small of her back. "You're sure that his lordship had no idea of where
the venerable ancestor picked this up?"

Dr. Rax ran one finger along the joint. "No, none." He had expected to be elated once work finally began
but he found he was only impatient. Everything moved so slowly- a fact he was well aware of and
shouldn't even be considering as a problem. He scrubbed at his eyes and tried to banish the disquieting
vision of taking a sledge to the stone.

Dr. Shane sighed and bent back to the mortar. "What I wouldn't give for some contextual information."

"We'll know everything we need to when we get the sarcophagus open."

She glanced up at him, one raised brow disappearing under a curl of dark hair. "You seem very sure of
that."

"I am." And he was, very sure. In fact he knew that they would have all the answers they needed when
the sarcophagus was finally opened although he had no idea where that knowledge came from. He wiped
suddenly sweaty palms on his trousers. No idea…



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By the time they finished removing the mortar, it was too late to do any further work that day-or more
exactly, that night. They would see what their stone box contained in the morning.

That night, Dr. Rax dreamed of a griffinlike animal with the body of an antelope and the head of a bird.
It peered down at him with too-bright eyes and laughed. He got up, barely rested, at dawn and was at the
museum hours before the rest of the department arrived. He intended to avoid the workroom, to use the
extra time for the administrative paperwork that threatened to bury his desk, but his key was in the lock
and his hand was pushing open the door before his conscious mind registered the action.

"I almost did it," he said as Dr. Shane came in some time later. He was sitting in an orange plastic chair,
hands clasped so tightly that the knuckles were white.

She didn't have to ask what he meant. "Good thing you're too much of a scientist to give way to
impulse," she told him lightly, privately thinking that he looked like shit. "As soon as the others get here,
we'll get this over with."

"Over with," he echoed.