Nov 12th 1922
Something very strange happened today. A snake killed Mr Carter’s yellow bird and ate it. Karim was ill, and his face went white, when he heard about it.
‘The yellow bird helped us to find Tutankhamun’s tomb,’ he said, ‘But now Tutankhamun sends this snake to kill the bird because he is angry with us. We must stop digging at once and never, never open the boy-king’s tomb.’
Mr Carter told Karim to be quiet and not to say all those crazy things in front of the younger boys. ‘Listen to me, Karim,’ he said, ‘Tutankhamun? Died thousands of years ago. He can’t be angry with us, do you hear?’
Who is right about Tutankhamun? Mr Carter, or Karim?
I don’t know. But I’m beginning to feel afraid.