As the Western World was reaching out to investigate the remains of long-dead civilisations, the increasing speed of technological advances - the motor car, the telegraph and photography - seemed to push out all the Mumbo-Jumbo of the native peoples from whose lands ancient artefacts were exhumed and taken back to New York, London, and Paris. No-one seriously believed that the past was anything other than a series of tomb murals, partly decayed fabrics, old bones, and, if they were fortunate, perhaps some golden treasures to provide a little profit for all the archaeologists' hard work. But words have a way of hanging in the air, waiting sometimes for millennia before being acted upon.Protective incantations spoken long ago were meant to be eternal by those who expected immortality. Dismissing such enchantments is a dangerous pastime, and disturbing the remains of those who cast them is foolhardy in the extreme... This new take on the tale of the 'Mummy's Curse' is one in a series of ten short stories by the same author.