The media's nose was indeed exceptionally keen. In no time at all, Pomona saw reporters arriving to cover the incident involving the "performance artist" sculpting in the Gallery of Caryatids.
The Louvre Museum closed every Tuesday. Yesterday had not only been the summer solstice, but also happened to be Tuesday. Added to that, it was the tourist off-season, and few visitors went to the Gallery of Caryatids. So it was not impossible that the fellow had spent two days in the Louvre Museum without being discovered.
Artists always behaved somewhat strangely, but when she saw an Egyptian priest with his palms pressed together, wearing a solemn expression as he passed the entrance to the exhibition hall, she was still deeply startled.
From June 22 onward, it entered the greeks' Cancer, and it was once again time for the Nile River to begin flooding.
The egyptians placed great importance on sacrifices to the god of the Nile River. Flooding was not always perfectly timed; too much or too little water could bring terrible disasters.
"Did you see it?" Pomona asked Severus.
"See what?" Severus asked.
"Never mind." She shook her head, trying to cast the ghostly figure she had just seen from her mind.
She even thought that priest had looked very much like Imhotep from the film The Mummy.
A pharaoh's woman was like a red-hot branding iron. Even if Anck-su-namun wore nothing, no one would dare touch her. The high priest who had dared to do so had been made into a mummy alive and cursed for thousands of years. Any man in his right mind knew what to do.
A queen could not be casually deposed, nor could a mistress be elevated to the proper position. A king's mistress differed from an emperor's or pharaoh's concubine. Some illegitimate