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'Anubis!' he cried, the rasp of his voice like the scampering of his namesake over the sand. He looked to the burning sky and shook his fist, the scorpion bracelet reflecting the sun, and he bellowed a curse that echoed across the sandy canyons. With no water, no food, had taken a toll-within him, the spark of life was flickering.

Sturdy though he was, the days of baking on these desert sands Now, at last, the Scorpion King fell to his knees. from which he could see more endless sand, more rolling dunes. Convinced that an oasis awaited over this rise, he stumbled, staggered, swayed, but never crawled, climbing, climbing, until he reached the pinnacle. At the foot of an enormous pyramidlike dune, he gazed up where the sun painted the dune's crest golden, winking at him, as if promising treasure. And then the Scorpion King was an army of one. The decimated remains of an army that had thought itself invincible staggered into the vast wasteland, slogging up and down dunes on an expedition to nowhere, and, as hours turned into days, the warriors died off, one by one, their scattered corpses feeding the birds, leaving bones for bleaching, a terrible trail no one would ever dare follow. Defeated, driven by the Sumerians into the sacred desert of Ahm Shere, the Scorpion King and his army fought another battle, an even more hopeless one, their foes this time the sun, the sand, and an absence of water. But still the Sumerians came, until the army of the Scorpion King was overrun by the defenders of Thebes, swallowed up in the desert dust they themselves had so unwisely stirred. Fighting like a man possessed, the Scorpion King and his stinging scimitar cut down the enemy like so many weeds, inspiring his soldiers to new heights of bravery-and butchery. This was a fierce warrior at the forefront of his troops, charging on foot across the desert to meet the foe, his eyes blazing, almost crazed, braids of hair swinging in tandem with his flashing blade. Bellowing commands, thrusting his scimitar high, the Scorpion King was no general directing his men from a far-off encampment. The warrior king is said to have marched at the head of five thousand soldiers whose attack on the fantastic walled city of Thebes was met by fifteen thousand Sumerian defenders. Scholars date the Scorpion King's grand campaign to unite the known world to a five-year period ending in 3112 B.C. This, the so-called Bracelet of Anubis, was said to provide passage (in some mysterious fashion lost to antiquity) to the fabled Lost Oasis of Ahm Shere.

Most significantly, the scorpion imagery carried over to a certain massive golden bracelet that never left the Scorpion King's right wrist.

The soldiers who followed the Scorpion King served under that same sinister symbol, fighting beneath banners topped with gold discs embossed with gold scorpions carried into battle on poles. The image of his namesake-that desert arachnid of the nipping claws, jointed tail and deadly stinger- appeared in bas-relief on his shield, and on the golden breastplate bedecking a brawny frame otherwise clad in loincloth, animal skins and various mementos of war. Yet hieroglyphs of the Scorpion King portray not a monster, but a figure both fearsome and majestic-a muscular, decidedly brutal-looking, strangely handsome warrior, who towered over the thousands of Akkadian soldiers under his command. Just as the Western world has its Boogeyman, the land of the pharaohs has its Scorpion King, a personification of evil invoked-often at bedtime-as a threat by parents to misbehaving offspring. O'Connell was curator of the British Museum.ДЄlthough no artifacts exist to confirm his existence, and the hieroglyphs that tell his story date centuries later, the Scorpion King is very much a reality to the children of modern Egypt. O'Connell was curator of the Cairo Museum from 1925 until 1927, when she retired to raise a family with her husband, noted explorer Richard O'Connell in later years, Dr. The daughter of noted Egyptologist Howard Carnahan-who with Sir Gaston Maspero discovered Tutankhamen's tomb in 1922-Dr. O'Connell was known as a leading expert of her day in the fields of archaeology and Egyptology. Though holding a doctorate in library sciences, Dr. The Scorpion's Curse EDITOR'S NOTE: The following is an excerpt from chapter 6 of Curse of the Pharaohs: Myth and Mystery (Bemhridge Press, London, 1930) by Dr. Max Allan Collins Based on a motion picture screenplay written by

Destinys child and the mummy returns movie