Chapter 14

The day felt like a whirlwind to Kit Baxter.

There were other travelers seeing the sights of Luxor, of course.

Most of the people in the crowds were either there to see the wonders, or to sell something

to the people seeing the wonders, but Kit didn't really notice any of them.

She was awe-struck at the enormity of her surroundings,

at the fact that people had made such things with their own hands, and at how very long ago they

had done so. She felt like she was on an alien world somewhere, and for a time she allowed herself

to be entirely distracted.

The Red Panda was clearly enjoying himself playing guide. In his supposedly misspent youth, he had

travelled the world, but all that time he had been gathering the training he needed to start

his crime-fighting career. Kit had no idea that he'd even been to Egypt, but he

plainly had, as he waved his hands about, speaking of history and architecture and hieroglyphs and

all sorts of other things that flew past Kit in a blur. She watched him talking as they

walked down the narrow street. He was in a white linen suit in deference to the

heat, with a white Panama hat upon his head. August Fenwick usually wore browns or blacks,

if only to stay away from his alter ego's all-gray color scheme. But today, he not only looked

different. He was different. Thousands of miles away from home, he not only looked different, he was different.

Thousands of miles away from home, he felt no need to put on the wealthy, foolish, pratt

attitude that served as his best disguise.

He was calm and in good spirits, and slightly in love with the sound of his own voice,

which was fine, because so was she.

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