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The Lost Diary of Tutankhamun s Mummy
Dug up by Clive Dickinson
Illustrated by George Hollingworth
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Message to Readers
About 1347 BC
Five Things to Do Before I Go
Thebes – last day before my holiday
The Royal Barge
Abydos
The Royal Barge
The Royal Barge
The Faiyum
The Faiyum
The Faiyum
The Faiyum
The Royal Barge
Memphis
Memphis
Giza
Heliopolis
Publisher’s Addendum
The Real Tutankhamun
By the Same Author
Copyright
About the Publisher
MESSAGE TO READERS
In January 1878 a tall block of carved stone weighing 186 tons and standing nearly twenty metres tall arrived in wet, cold London. For over 3000 years this obelisk had been standing and then lying in the much nicer climate of Egypt. Originally it had been planned to put Cleopatra’s Needle, as the obelisk became known, in front of the Houses of Parliament. When it turned out to be too heavy to go there it was erected beside the River Thames, where it can still be seen today.
Workmen putting the obelisk on the Embankment, found what looked like a battered old mat stuck to the bottom. During a lunch-break they pulled this off and found it was actually a bundle of papyrus paper covered in ancient Egyptian writing and pictures.
One of the men who found it decided it would make a useful mat for his lunch and for over a hundred years it lay in his lunchbox. This same lunchbox eventually turned up in a junk shop and was bought by Clive Dickinson, when digging around for a bargain. When he opened the lunch box, the ancient papers were found again.
Careful study by the Egyptian experts Dr Sandy Slippers and Dr Haventa Klue revealed that what the Victorian workman had used to lay his lunch on was in fact the work of one of the most amazing people living in the ancient times. She was a queen and seemed to have been mother of the best known Egyptian king – Tutankhamun. The bundle of papers was nothing less than the lost holiday diary of Nefertidy, Tutankhamun’s mummy. Inside the diary were several postcards, apparently never sent. Extracts from the diary and the postcards that remained intact are published here for the very first time. They give a unique view of life in Ancient Egypt through Nefertidy’s eyes as she cruised down the river Nile.
About 1347 BC
THEBES
Well, you could have knocked me down with the most expensive ostrich feather in Thebes when my dear boy told me his surprise! I know he’s the Pharaoh and can do whatever he wants, even though he’s only nine years old, but even I wasn’t expecting this.
I knew he was up to something. I’d seen him whispering to his little friend Ankhy Pankhy and sneaking glances at me, thinking I hadn’t noticed. I overheard words like ‘out of the way for a long time’, and ‘get lost for ever’, so I knew he was up to something extra special. And then he told me.
‘Mum, you know you’re always telling me how important the River Nile is to everyone in Egypt. Well, I was wondering how you’d like a bit of a break – a nice long break – like a cruise all the way down the river to Giza, to see the pyramids.’
To be honest, I’ve never been very interested in the pyramids. Who wants to wander round boring old piles of stones that have been collecting dust for over 1200 years? That’s what tourists do, as I told Tutti.
‘Yes, but tourists don’t travel in the royal barge, stopping to stay with their friends and shopping at places like Herrods with other people’s money, do they?’
I had to admit that he was right and the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea of cruising in luxury, being pampered and having everything paid for with everyone looking up to me for a change. I also fancied visiting my childhood friend Nicencleen who lives out at the Faiyum and I could spend a few days in Memphis with Helvis and Preslettiti and shop till I drop with exhaustion.
That’s why I started writing you, dear diary. I know I get a bit forgetful and muddled and I thought this would help me remember all the lovely things I’m going to see and do while I’m away. I thought it would be a nice present for Tutti when I get back – whenever that is.
Now, I must go for my bath… or is it my wig fitting… or my new robe… or my lunch? If only someone would invent something clever that reminds you of all the things you have to do without you having to remember them, but I suppose that’s like imagining you could fly through the air from here to Giza instead of going by river.
We do have funny ideas don’t we?
FIVE THINGS TO DO BEFORE I GO
1. Get a map.
Tutti gets so cross with me when I get things wrong, especially when I get lost or go the wrong way. So I’m going to get really organized for this lovely holiday. One of the nice priests called Twink Eltwinkel is helping me. He is very good at finding his way about. He knows how to use the stars to find where the north is. Apparently that’s terribly important. Once you know where north is you can work out where everywhere else is. At least I think that’s what he told me. Anyway I am travelling north on my holiday and he gave me a map which is awfully useful because he says it will show me where I’m going and where I am when I’m there.
I suppose that makes sense.
2. Pray to Hapy.
Hapy, as I learnt when I was a very little girl, is the god of the River Nile. So I must remember to say a few prayers to him if I want to enjoy my holiday. I don’t want the river to leave me high and dry on a mudbank. Neither do I want an enormous flood that would sweep me right down to the Mediterranean Sea.
Of course Hapy gets quite a lot of prayers because without HIM we’d all be in the black and sticky, as Tutti would say. Actually that’s not quite right, because it’s Hapy who brings wonderful black mud down the river every year when the Nile floods. That’s why we call the soil beside the river ‘black earth’. I’ve heard that other people don’t think much of having their fields covered with black mud, but we ancient Egyptians (and the young ones too) love it because it makes our crops grow marvellously. When the crops grow well there’s a good harvest, with plenty to eat and everyone’s happy with Hapy.
I may not be the greatest geographer in Egypt but I do know the difference between the Black Land and the Red Land. Naturally, I wouldn’t dream of going into the Red Land myself. It’s a terrible place – wild and empty with only sand and dust and rocks as far as you can see. There’s not a drop of water, so I can only imagine what the people there must smell like if they can’t wash! And, as any Egyptian will tell you, smelling nasty is very sinful. The gods don’t like it and neither do I.
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