Allspice too, and caraway seeds (caraway seeds that smelt most deadly when the time came for burning them).
Camphor and oil of lavender were bought at the chemist's, and also a little scent sachet labelled 'Violettes de Parme'.
They took the things home and found Cyril still on guard.

When they had knocked and the golden voice of the Phoenix had said 'Come in,' they went in.
There lay the carpet--or what was left of it--and on it lay an egg, exactly like the one out of which the Phoenix had been hatched.
The Phoenix was walking round and round the egg, clucking with joy and pride.
'I've laid it, you see,' it said, 'and as fine an egg as ever I laid in all my born days.' Every one said yes, it was indeed a beauty.
The things which the children had bought were now taken out of their papers and arranged on the table, and when the Phoenix had been persuaded to leave its egg for a moment and look at the materials for its last fire it was quite overcome.
'Never, never have I had a finer pyre than this will be.

You shall not regret it,' it said, wiping away a golden tear.

'Write quickly: "Go and tell the Psammead to fulfil the last wish of the Phoenix, and return instantly".' But Robert wished to be polite and he wrote-- 'Please go and ask the Psammead to be so kind as to fulfil the Phoenix's last wish, and come straight back, if you please.' The paper was pinned to the carpet, which vanished and returned in the flash of an eye.
Then another paper was written ordering the carpet to take the egg somewhere where it wouldn't be hatched for another two thousand years.
The Phoenix tore itself away from its cherished egg, which it watched with yearning tenderness till, the paper being pinned on, the carpet hastily rolled itself up round the egg, and both vanished for ever from the nursery of the house in Camden Town.
'Oh, dear! oh, dear! oh, dear!' said everybody.
'Bear up,' said the bird; 'do you think _I_ don't suffer, being parted from my precious new-laid egg like this?
Come, conquer your emotions and build my fire.' 'OH!' cried Robert, suddenly, and wholly breaking down, 'I can't BEAR you to go!' The Phoenix perched on his shoulder and rubbed its beak softly against his ear.
'The sorrows of youth soon appear but as dreams,' it said.

'Farewell, Robert of my heart.