There is no Chamber of Isis, and never was. It was not lost in the reign of Rehoboam, nor stolen back in pieces after the death of Tarset by a secret Egyptian order of sorcerers. It was not retrieved by the priestesses of Isis to a secret temple, nor taken after Zenobia’s rebellion as a trophy to Rome, nor given in turn to the King of Britain by an emperor ignorant of what he had. It was not carried back again in payment of a debt, nor sunk in the clear green sea off Neopolis. I have heard all these, and more, but the Chamber never existed. The name of Solomon’s pharaonic wife is lost to us, and always was, and she may or may not have given a rat’s arse about respect, but surely her attributes did not include a magical room which stopped time.