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murdered yesterday

and the body left here.

The devil's on the loose!

Maybe soon

we'll all be killed.

Mr. Walsh!

Will you come

here a minute?

What does that

look like?

It looks like

a hole in the ground.

No, no.

Come down here and

take a better look.

Hey, looks like

the imprint

of a man's body.

A big man too.

Not an ordinary man's body,

Mr. Walsh.

Unless I'm mistaken,

a mummy was buried here

until a bulldozer

uncovered it.

Oh, Ilzor,

I want you to see this.

What do you think

that is?

Might be part

of a wrapping

from a mummy.

But it will take

a full microscopic test

to make certain.

The devil's on the loose and

he's dancin' with the mummy!

See what I told you, Joe?

The loup-garou is

plenty mad.

Only crazy people

dig in the swamp.

He's right!

The swamp is haunted

by the mummy!

How many time I told you,

the mummy

he's-a no scare nobody.

Let's all stop

the nonsense!

If this cloth wrapping

proves authentic,

whoever found the mummy

must've murdered Antoine.

The whole story's

fantastic!

Perhaps not as fantastic

as it seems, Mr. Walsh.

Joe, go into town

and notify the authorities

of Antoine's murder.

Master! Master!

'Tis you, Ragheb.

Yes, Master.

The hours of the night

are few.

Lead the way, quickly.

Look, Master.

The path leads

right up the hill from

the very swamp edge.

But the mummy cases,

where are they?

Safely hidden

in the monastery.

You couldn't have

carried them up alone.

No, I've had help.

You've been told

to work secretly!

Those who helped

will not talk.

I trust you silenced

them less noticeably

than you did Antoine?

With Antoine I had to

act quickly, Master.

This time their bones will

long be turned to powder

before our secret

is discovered.

Come.

The hours do not linger.

It is good.

Yes, Master.

My robe.

But where is Kharis?

Over there, Master.

Kharis,

you shall rise again

to find your

Princess Ananka.

That is our vow to you.

Kharis will soon be ready

to return to life

and movement.

Yes, Master.

Now, where is the copper box

and the sacred brazier?

They are here.

Open it.

There you will find leaves

of the ancient tana tree.

Yes, Master.

Give three to me.

Three leaves

to keep his heart beating.

Once, each night,

during the cycle

of the full moon,

we will dissolve

three tana leaves and

give the fluid to Kharis.

Yes, Master.

Once each night

during the cycle

of the full moon.

And nine leaves each night

to give life and movement.

Nine leaves each night

to give him

life and movement.

And now,

by this medallion

of the late priests

of Arkam,

you will swear

to the ancient

gods of Egypt

that you will not

betray your trust.

I swear by the mighty power

of Amon-Ra,

whose anger

can shatter the world,

that I will not

betray my trust.

Now that you have sworn,

the time has come

when you must learn

the purpose of our mission.

You will look back with me

across the years

that pass like vapor

before thine eyes.

Over 3, 000 years ago,

the Princess Ananka died.

She was buried

with all the ceremony

due her exalted station.

Ananka's father,

King Amenophis,

bid her her last farewell.

And thus,

the Princess Ananka was

placed in her tomb.

Kharis, a prince

of the royal house

who loved Ananka,

looked on in grief.

His devotion was so great

that he refused to believe

she was lost to him forever.

Kharis broke into

the altar room to steal

the secret of eternal life

from its hiding place

at the feet of Isis,

the goddess.

With that, he knew he could

bring Ananka back to life.

Daring the anger

of the ancient gods,

he stole

the forbidden tana leaves.

Returning to the tomb

of his beloved,

to restore her once again

to mortal state,

Kharis was discovered

by guards who seized him.

For it had been decreed

that whoever defiled

the temples of the gods

should meet a cruel

and violent death.

And never should

his soul find rest

unto eternity.

Such was the curse

of Amon-Ra,

king of all the gods,

upon Kharis.

And for the sin

he had committed,

he was condemned

to be buried alive.

But first,

they cut out his tongue

so the ears of the gods

would not be assailed

by his unholy curses.

Then all trace

of sinful Kharis' identity

was destroyed.

And he was buried alone

on a remote hill,

far beyond

the Valley of

the Seven Jackals.

With him was also buried

a great quantity

of the forbidden tana leaves.

As slaves covered

the accursed burial spot,

a signal from the high priest

moved the warriors to action.

The slaves were killed

so that they could not tell

what had taken place.

Later, the priests

removed Kharis

from his unholy grave

and placed him in a cave

on the other side

of the mountain,

together with

a large quantity

of the tana leaves.

It was ordained by

the great god Amon-Ra

that Kharis

should remain immortal,

and that his heart

should beat throughout

eternity.

For his tomb

guarded the passageway

to the sacred resting place

of Princess Ananka.

And thus, none but

the priests of Arkam

knew where

Kharis was buried.

For over 3,000 years,

Kharis remained in his cave

on the other side

of the mountain,

waiting to bring death

to him

who would desecrate

Ananka's tomb.

For Kharis

really never died.

Then why, Master,

is he here in America?

An American archeologist

seeking the tomb

of Princess Ananka,

by accident came upon

and dared to desecrate

the burial place of Kharis.

Kharis desired to

carry his Princess Ananka

back with him,

but nonbelieving infidels

have driven them

into these swamps.

That I have heard.

Two high priests

of Amon-Ra

came to America

to bring you and Ananka

home to Egypt

to repose together

in eternal

and immortal peace.

Both of those priests

have met a violent death

in the attempt.

And now you, Ragheb,

shall help me to succeed

where they have failed.

We shall fulfill

our sacred duty

or die by violence.

Yes, Master.

You have risen, Kharis!

'Tis well.

What does this mean?

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

I am Michael,

self-ordained caretaker

of this monastery.

I thought this place

was abandoned.

This house of worship,

though silent

for many years,

is not to be desecrated

by such pagan customs.

I'm afraid I shall have to

ask you to take these

sacrilegious things away.

They shall remain

only for the night.

You cannot stay here

another hour.

In a room beneath the chapel

I found the bodies

of freshly murdered men.

Never has this

happened before.

Quitting time

already, Goobie?

Yes, sir, Mr. Ragheb.

Another day gone.

You goin'

to town tonight?

No, not tonight.

Hey!

Hello.

I no see you before.

What your name?

Where you come from?

Ah, you wet.

You better take

my coat.

Think something

happened to you.

Better come with me.

Kharis!

Kharis!

Kharis?

What is this Kharis?

Maybe that's your name?

Come on, I bring you

to Tante Berthe.

She fix you up,

all right.

We better not go

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