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“We need a plan. We’ve got to find the amulet and leave this place before we have to fight anyone,” Tom said.

Isis held up her hands and rattled her chains. “We can’t exactly go for a stroll, can we, Professor Smartypants?” she said.

Tom scratched his head and tried to remember everything he knew about gladiators. “Look,” he said, “gladiators fight with swords and shields, or daggers and spears. They’ll make us practise so they can’t keep us locked up forever. At least the food is OK.”

Isis peered down at the other prisoners’ plates and snorted. “Pah! Oats and beans? These Romans haven’t got a clue. Our Egyptian fighters were tough and lean. They fought with their hands and feet, not wobbling around with a sword and a belly full of porridge!”

Tom shrugged. “So, any thoughts on where the amulet might be, oh warrior princess?”

“I’ve no idea,” Isis said. “But I do have something that might help us. Look!” She waved her hand in front of Tom’s face.

“I know, I know,” said Tom. “You’re not a mummy any more. But how does that help us?”