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recent histories. It was really more of an interesting tale about one of his sisters; namely you!”
    “I am sure you are exaggerating in some misguided belief that it will affect my equilibrium but I have to warn you it will fail. Gideon witnessed our unfortunate encounter last night and was probably just trying to make you see it for what it was; an accident. He would have known you would be reluctant to be introduced and was therefore assured that he would not have to reveal my birth name. Something, I might add, he has not done since I was a child.” Dizzy’s smile was rather smug she knew , but honestly, the man would have to try harder if he wanted to truly cause her any real concern.
    “Yes a child of seven was you not, when your brother tripped you over and sent you sprawling among the breakfast dishes? A Dizzy Disaster I believe was the term he coined. He waxed lyrically about your childhood,” Marcus took great pleasure in informing her.
    “Is that so ? It is so unlike dear Gideon to be such a loose tongue!” Dizzy’s lips barely moved as she forced the words through gritted teeth. What her oldest brother was up to she could only guess and what she guessed seriously worried her! 
    She decided to find out her companion’s thoughts on the matter. “How well do you know my brother? I mean, I know you attended university around the same time but I do not recall you being a particularly close friend of his. I am sure I would have remembered if you had ever come to stay when he entertained friends over the holidays.”
    “I’m flattered, ” Marcus smirked.
    “You shouldn’t be.”
    “Oh I should be! But in answer to your question, your brother was the year above me and so we were mere acquaintances; having rooms on the same corridor,” Marcus told her.
    “So what then do you make of him sharing childhood reminisces with you?” she asked.
    “He witnessed you molesting me with water and thought to perhaps pour calming oils on by explaining your tendencies towards clumsiness.” Marcus offered in way of explanation. “But I don’t know him as you do. What are your thoughts?”
    “You are probably r ight,” she said although she did not sound at all convinced. She decided it would be prudent not to delve too deeply into Gideon’s motives with the Duke and so upon seeing they had reached the Egyptian exhibition she changed the subject. “Here we are. I must find the mummies and before Genevieve arrives.”
    Marcus looked around. “I think I see them. Come this way. Why do you need to get there before Lady Genevieve?”
    “Because she will want to give me a history lesson all about the ceremonies and techniques of mummification used by the Egyptians and from there she will go onto the Gods and before we know it we will be onto the political structure!”  Dizzy replied.
    “Do you not enjoy the history?” he asked.
    “Yes of-course but not as much as Genevieve and she does tend to lecture one rather than discuss. She is only two years my senior and therefore we were taught all our lessons together but I think sometimes she forgets and feels the need to educate me all over again. Of-course, in her defence, she has continued her own research and keeps abreast of all the latest historical theories and discoveries but it is more than I need, or indeed want, to know. ”
    They stopped next to the first display case in which reposed a mummy still completely encased in bandages yellowed by age and the ointments used at the time of wrapping.
    “Is it what you were expecting?” Glenmore asked, as he observed her taking in all the detail.
    “Shorter than I thought. Do you think he has shrunk over time or was he only tall to start with?”
    “H e is a she for a start,” he corrected her; reading the information card at the foot of the case. “How can they tell? She is still wrapped?” Dizzy asked, perplexed.
    “The archaeologist, who found her, was meticulous about keeping notes and preserving