I stepped in through the colossal oak door and into the mummification room. The servants were just beginning to prepare for the task ahead. One shifty looking man was lifting one of the canopic jars with a gentle clink. The jar was beautifully detailed and as radiantly coloured as a rainbow. This would be where they would store the internal organs after mummification, for they would be needed for the afterlife. The forever sleeping, once powerful pharaoh lay on the table in wait for mummification. He looked quite sad, and his closed eyes were heavy. It's strange to think that that man was once alive and well, ruling over us, ruling over Egypt.
Then the mummification process began. Bossily, a man with a jackal mask red from a scroll and ordered the sweating, busy servants around as they ran to and fro, concentrating blandly on the jobs they had to do. When he read from the scroll he felt important, like a god.
Then the mummification process began. Bossily, a man with a jackal mask red from a scroll and ordered the sweating, busy servants around as they ran to and fro, concentrating blandly on the jobs they had to do. When he read from the scroll he felt important, like a god.
By Mary
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