The Mummy Case - Elizabeth Peters [15]
We found Emerson placidly drinking tea. “Good morning, my dears,” he said, with a smile. “What have you been doing so bright and early?”
Bastet sat down and began to wash herself. This struck me as an excellent idea. I thrust Ramses into his father’s arms. “Wash him,” I said briefly.
As they went out I heard Ramses explain, “I was improving my command of de colloquial form of de language, Papa,” to which Emerson replied, “Splendid, my boy, splendid.”
iv
After breakfast we set out on our errands, Emerson to call on M. de Morgan, in order to obtain his firman for excavating at Dahshoor, I to do some necessary shopping. Normally I would have accompanied Emerson, but that would have meant taking Ramses along, and after hearing the latest additions to his Arabic vocabulary I felt it would be unwise to expose de Morgan to my linguistically unpredictable child—not to mention the cat, for Ramses refused to stir a step without her. I gave in to this request, since one of my errands was to buy a proper collar for Bastet.
The Muski, which is the main thoroughfare of old Cairo, had quite lost its former quaint oriental character; modern shops and buildings lined its broad expanse. We left our hired carriage at the entrance to the bazaars, for the narrow alleyways do not permit vehicular traffic. At my suggestion Ramses took the cat up lest she be stepped on. She assumed her favorite position, her head on one of Ramses’ shoulders and her hindquarters on the other, with her tail hanging down in front.
We went first to the bazaar of the leathermakers, where we purchased not one but two collars for Bastet. One was plain and well constructed (my selection); the other was bright-red, adorned with fake scarabs and imitation turquoise. I was surprised to see Ramses exhibit such tawdry taste, but decided the issue was not worth arguing about. Ramses immediately decorated Bastet with the bejeweled collar and attached the matching crimson lead. They made a singular pair, Ramses in the tweed jacket and trousers his father had ordered to be made in imitation of his own working costume and the great feline, looking exactly like the hunting cats depicted in Egyptian tomb paintings. I was only relieved that Ramses had not suggested putting a gold earring in her ear, as had been done by the ancient pet owners.
I proceeded methodically with my shopping—medications, tools, ropes and other professional needs. The morning was well advanced by the time I finished, for even the simplest transaction cannot be completed without bargaining, coffee drinking and an exchange of florid compliments. There was one other inquiry I wanted to pursue before returning to the hotel; turning to ask if Ramses was hungry, I saw the question was unnecessary. He had just stuffed into his mouth a piece of pastry dripping with honey and bristling with nuts. The honey had trickled down his chin and onto his jacket. Each spot was already black with flies.
“Where did you get that?” I demanded.
“De man gave it to me.” Ramses indicated a vendor of sweetmeats who stood nearby, his large wooden tray balanced expertly on his head. Through the swarm of insects that surrounded him the vendor gave me a gap-toothed smile and a respectful salutation.
“Did I not tell you you were not to eat anything unless I gave you permission?” I asked.
“No,” said Ramses.
“Oh. Well, I am telling you now.”
“Very well,” said Ramses. He wiped his sticky hands on his trousers. A wave of flies dived upon the new spots.
We proceeded in single file through a covered passageway into a small square with a public fountain. Women in ragged