It
is a quiet Tuesday in the Pyramid of Mars. Sutekh is asleep snoring loudly
under his helmet when the door slides open and a rather stout cleaner sporting
gingham overalls and with her hair in a tight bun enters. She is carrying a mop
and bucket which she places with a clang on the floor, splashing soapy water in
the vicinity. She roughly picks up the mop and starts mopping.
Sutekh
stirs on his throne.
“Scarman?”
he intones in a sonorous voice.
The
cleaner carries on her work but replies, “Oh ‘ello love. Sorry to disturb.”
“Where
is Scarman?” demands Sutekh.
“Oh
I dunno about that, luv. I don’t normally do this room but Marj is
off to the Azores this week so I’m filling in. I won’t be two tics then you can
get back to your forty winks.”
“I
am Sutekh the Destroyer.”
“Nice
to meet you. I’m Ethel the cleaner.”
