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Prolog
Egypt, August 1927
Dr Albert Raidech, trying to remove the sweat from his face with his hands, lifted his head up and focused his attention at the sphinx – the stone colossus which, at three hundred meters away from where he was, contemplated him with the same enigmatic look that for millenniums bewildered those who stood before her.
-Here. I found it, screamed the expedition’s native guide. Dr Raidech ran towards the man who was gesticulating frenetically, pointing to what seemed to be a huge gravestone bearing some inscriptions worn off by time and which obstructed the entrance to an underground tomb. The honorable British professor and Egyptologist cleaned the surface carefully. His face shone with joy as he contemplated the bicephalous eagle.
He had at last discovered pharaoh Amenofis IV’s lost tomb – the priest pharaoh, the great Egyptian king who had terrified the ancient world. The gravestone was removed, and Dr Raidech holding a torch, followed by his assistant Max Fuchon and by the natives, descended the steps of a place that had not been accessed for millenniums. The mortuary chamber was an immense rectangle. The walls had works in high relief, representing ancient forgotten wars. But, those faded in importance if compared to the dozens of statues in natural size of humans and gods from ancient Egypt.
-Professor, this is gold! – said Max Fuchon, as he removed the layer of dust that covered god Horus’ eloquent face – a man whose head was that of a falcon. Extraordinary splendor – treasures piled up wherever the eyes could reach.
-Where is the sarcophagus? – asked the Egyptologist coming back to reality. They looked at each other –sarcophagus? They had discovered a pharaonic treasure why then was he concerned with a sarcophagus?
-Professor Albert – said the assistant – there might not be a sarcophagus.
-That doesn’t make any sense, Max! If this is a tomb, there ought to be a sarcophagus- he said as he walked towards the bottom of the tomb, indifferent to the dozens of chests filled with gold and jewelry to the point that some lay on the ground, causing the professor to trip over them.
-My God, look at these inscriptions, Max!
The young assistant was reluctant in deviating his eyes from the enormous alabaster vases, decorated at the upper part with diamond-encrusted jewels.
-Max, look at this – continued the professor. The assistant turned his eyes to the walls pointed by the professor.
-What do those drawings have in special, professor? – he asked, his mind still on the alabaster vases.
-The Egyptian plagues…-continued the old man staring at the drawings.
-But, whoever produces them uses the same attire as the pharaohs! Max, this is amazing!
The assistant’s attention turned to the Egyptologist.
-What do you mean, professor? Were not the Egyptian plagues, according to the Bible, sent by Moses?
-Yes, they were, but the inscriptions here show a pharaoh sending the same plagues. This proves that...
-Professor look here, this is a lever!
Over time corrosion had caused part of the inscription on the wall to collapse, uncovering a lever that otherwise had been hidden.
-The sarcophagus has to be here somewhere behind these inscriptions – help me with the lever, Max!
-It is stuck, professor!
Part of the wall had moved a couple of centimeters.
-Look, the wall has moved!
Forcing the wall with their shoulders, Max and the natives caused it to move slowly, disclosing a secret chamber.
-Heavens! Amenofis IV’s tomb – exclaimed the old man in awe.
-In pure solid gold, professor!
Shaped as a semicircle, its walls had inscriptions they could not understand. A golden sarcophagus with a bicephalous eagle in lapis lazuli at its upper portion lay in the center.
-Look at this, Max –said the professor, pointing to the drawing in high relief.
-It is odd, professor, I have never seen an Egyptian representation of a falcon with two heads!
-No, Max … - the professor was visibly moved- it is not a falcon…
***
-What are you trying to say? –asked the assistant rather surprised.
-This is not a falcon but a bicephalous eagle or rather it is a phoenix, a very special type of eagle, according to mythology…
-The one reborn from aches?
-You guessed right, Max, now… it is not an Egyptian symbol but a Sumerian one.
-Sumerian? … But, what would a Sumerian symbol be doing on an Egyptian sarcophagus?
-Max – the old man went on, overtaken with emotion: we may, by opening this sarcophagus, be facing one of the most terrible secrets ever revealed to man; one that we believed to be lost in the night of times. I fear, Max, that mankind is not prepared to unfold!
-Professor –the young man’s eyes brightened – I am more curious than afraid. What could there be inside a sarcophagus over four thousand years old to make one scared?
-My friend- said the old man- you must have heard about the criminal fire that destroyed the famous library at Alexandria, did you not?
-Yes, it was the act of an irrational Arabian caliph who believed that he was saving the world from evil by destroying all the knowledge kept there since ancient times.
-Not everything was destroyed, young man, not everything. The famous library was set on fire in 646 of our era. Julius Cesar, seduced by Cleopatra, went to Egypt in 48 B.C. Upon his return, he took some books with him from that library. Most of them are kept today at the library in the Vatican, natural heir to the Roman Empire. But, when German troops invaded Rome, in 1527, under the command of Carlos V, some of these books were sold to Venetian tradesmen, and from there they ended up at the Museum of London -– books of disturbing contents, accessed only by a small group of researchers connected to the British crown.
-Are you one of them? – asked the young man somehow fascinated.
-Yes, Max, I am one of them.
-But, what do they say, professor? The assistant could not control himself.
-There is a very old papyrus among them that was taken to Alexandria by Alexander the Great, hence the conquering of Judea, probably subtracted from old secret Judaic sects. Well – this papyrus reveal to us the existence of a very ancient city.
-From the beginning of civilization?
Yes, but not one of those we know originating from the fertile crescendo and the delta of the Nile. More ancient than that, perhaps even pre-diluvium: the city of Lagahs - according to the document – the city of sin.
-City of sin? I do not get it professor!
-According to the papyrus, this city was the very cause of the diluvium. You probably will not find anything about this in the Encyclopedia Britannica, since there are no more than ten people in the world who know anything about this city, but let me proceed: -according to the papyrus, and here we will find some facts that go hand- in - hand with the Bible and which are: the children of God (angels) were seduced by the daughters of men (women). Men extremely powerful, who oppressed and enslaved other people, were born from such unions. Their power did not come from their physical strength, but from the secret knowledge revealed to them by their exquisite parents. Those men were so depraved that they founded the city of Lagahs and from there they subdued the whole ancient world. Because of this, God punished them with the diluvium to put an end to evil on Earth. Only Noah and his family were saved to populate it again. The papyrus tell us that Ninrode, grandchild to Cao, one of Noah’s sons, while digging the earth to start another city, between the Tigers and the Euphrates rivers, found a book – not any book, but one forged in gold - the Lagahs’ Golden Book, as it came to be known. In the possession of this book, his mind had access to the hidden mysteries of magic. Because of the evil he incorporated, Ninrode ended up expelled from the city he had founded, taking refuge in Egypt. Under the pharaoh’s protection, he initiated a dynasty of magicians whose power spread fear everywhere.
-Janes and Jambres, the magicians from Egypt who, under the order of the pharaoh, resisted Moses?
-Yes, Max. These magicians descended from them. They however accumulated so much mystic power and had formed such a stronghold that they ended up dethroning and killing the pharaoh himself. They became Egypt’s rulers until one of the most notorious magicians from the Ninrode’s dynasty took the power.
-Amenofis IV? – the young man was in ecstasy.
-That is it, Max –smiled the professor.
-And the book? – Both of them rested their eyes on the sarcophagus.
***
-Do you understand it now, Max, my fear in opening this sarcophagus?
Would men be prepared to face the terrible mysteries this book contains? There is more. I have not told you everything… Amenofis IV had accumulated power and magical knowledge to such an extent that his mind became perverted to extreme. He would loot the people he conquered inflicting in them atrocious punishment. He did not even spare the children, using them in his magic rites. According to the book, the sacrifice of virgin girls gave him even greater magical power beyond human comprehension. It was this pharaoh who, through magic, bewitched and destroyed the wisest man in the world – King Salmon. Under the spell of sexual magic, the old Israeli king was seduced by the beauty of the pharaoh’s daughter, Aksulamim, an Egyptian princess who being an average looking girl became, by the magical power of her father, the most beautiful woman on Earth at that time. Salmon surrendered to such a beautiful sight. The fact that Aksulamim, like her father, could resort to magic, provoked God’s ire towards Salmon and the subsequent division of the Israeli kingdom.
-Professor, before you answer any other question, we must make sure that the book is in there! All this could be just a tale, don’t you think? Let’s open the sarcophagus.
Max, you are right –there’s no reason for us to keep inflicting pain on ourselves. Help me open it.
The use of a tool as a lever, at the inferior opening of the sarcophagus, caused it to give in slowly, opening itself in two parts.
-By Allah! Look, Max, the Lagahs’Golden Book.
The old man had to grab the sarcophagus’ boarding sides- his legs seemed to fail him. The assistant could not believe his eyes- there it was – the handsome golden volume, in high- relief details: a bicephalus eagle in the center of a pyramid. His hand reached his pocket in search of something.
-Professor, pass me the book…
The old man did not take heed – he was fixed on his thoughts till he made a decision:
-We are going to take it to the British Museum, Max…
-Professor … I asked you to hand me the book!
The Egyptologist turned to the assistant, his smile ceasing at the moment he saw a gun pointing at him.
-Max, what does this mean? He asked, perplexed.
-I am sorry, professor, but there are some things that you would not understand. Have you ever noticed my family’s code of arms?
-What has your family to do with this finding?
-It is this! The young man held the gun in his left had, showing in his annular finger a seal with the design of an eagle similar to the one at the sarcophagus. Perhaps you still do not understand but I am going to explain: do you remember you told me just a while ago that these manuscripts dealt with an ancient secret society? Well I am a member of this secret society.
-Stop playing, Max. You are not even Jewish! – the old man said, visibly annoyed.
-You are right. I am not a Jew! – I am an Englishman and I come from an ancient lineage. But, it is hard for me to understand how you failed to grasp the dynamics of life, being the scholar that you are. You thought that the mysteries of Lagahs had been kept locked in this book throughout the ages, did you not, professor? You were utterly wrong!
It is true that terrible mysteries given for lost will now be revealed, but it is also true that other magicians existed (some still exist today) who, like Amenofis IV, dedicated themselves to improving their magical knowledge passed on to them from generation to generation from the illuminated.
-What is the purpose? Why so much secret? Perplexity had given away to doubt.
-What is the purpose? Go on professor, don’t be so naÔve! Knowledge is power and the more exclusive it is the more vigor and force will be bestowed upon the person holding it. Just consider the bicephalus phoenix’s emblem at Alexander the Great, Charles V and Napoleon …Where do you think that the power they gained came from?
-My God! - the old man exclaimed- this is insane!
No, professor, there is no space for insanity. Secret knowledge was kept from generation to generation for millennia and kings, princes, priests and magi obtained their power from them. Science itself owes much of its progress to sparkles coming from this knowledge, revealed here and there by some wise men, as it best befitted our purposes.
Look at Pythagoras: history says that his wisdom came from a secret society in Egypt.
-What you are telling me is characteristic of a megalomaniac mind- no conspiracy could have lasted that long!
-We can no longer understand each other, professor! It is enough to say that I am at the service of a great and millennial purpose. We, Sons of Set, heirs to the ancient mysteries and keepers of secret knowledge have been preparing ourselves since the beginning of time for the Great Revelation. But with sorrow in my heart I recognize the fact that notwithstanding our double efforts, the world is not yet ready for Absalom. It’s possible that the requisites will be met only in the next Century.
-Absalom, who is Absalom?
-We have had enough questioning now, professor – said the assistant, pointing the gun at the old man’s head – unfortunately I’ll have to kill you for you know too much about us. But lets look at it from a positive point of view: there is no better place for an Egyptlogist to die than inside a pharaoh’s tomb, is there?
-Max, don’t do that! You are an assassin!
-I am sorry, professor! I don’t like doing this. You do not deserve to die. Unfortunately though you know too much about us and I cannot take the chance!
-Let it be brief, then- he said closing his eyes, resigning to the cruel reality. My granddaughter, I’ll never get to know her!
The noise of a vase being broken caused the old man to open his eyes: Max Fuchon lay down stiff over what had been a most valuable vase belonging to the eighth dynasty. Next to him was Tarik, one of the expedition’s natives, brandishing a bloody golden object.
-I could not have let him kill you, professor, not after what you did for my son, taking him to London to be cured.
Tarik, I’ve never been so happy in my life at seeing an Egyptian object as I am now. Where did you find this spear?
The helper then showed him god Osiris’golden statue, completely dressed in armour except for a missing spear.
-Professor, what do you intend to do with the book now?
-Tarik, on account of the revelations we have had so far and because of what just happened here – the old man’s eyes rested on Max Fuchon’s lifeless body – this book proved to be too dangerous if it fell in the wrong hands. My mission is to make sure it will never be found.
The Pharaoh’s valuable treasure was sent to the Museum of Cairo. Its curator gave Dr Albert Raidech some pieces of little value in recognition for his findings. As to Max Funchon’s death, the Egyptian authorities were in debt to Tarik, for they found in the dead man’s pockets a number of precious jewelry.
Prolog
Egypt, August 1927
Dr Albert Raidech, trying to remove the sweat from his face with his hands, lifted his head up and focused his attention at the sphinx – the stone colossus which, at three hundred meters away from where he was, contemplated him with the same enigmatic look that for millenniums bewildered those who stood before her.
-Here. I found it, screamed the expedition’s native guide. Dr Raidech ran towards the man who was gesticulating frenetically, pointing to what seemed to be a huge gravestone bearing some inscriptions worn off by time and which obstructed the entrance to an underground tomb. The honorable British professor and Egyptologist cleaned the surface carefully. His face shone with joy as he contemplated the bicephalous eagle.
He had at last discovered pharaoh Amenofis IV’s lost tomb – the priest pharaoh, the great Egyptian king who had terrified the ancient world. The gravestone was removed, and Dr Raidech holding a torch, followed by his assistant Max Fuchon and by the natives, descended the steps of a place that had not been accessed for millenniums. The mortuary chamber was an immense rectangle. The walls had works in high relief, representing ancient forgotten wars. But, those faded in importance if compared to the dozens of statues in natural size of humans and gods from ancient Egypt.
-Professor, this is gold! – said Max Fuchon, as he removed the layer of dust that covered god Horus’ eloquent face – a man whose head was that of a falcon. Extraordinary splendor – treasures piled up wherever the eyes could reach.
-Where is the sarcophagus? – asked the Egyptologist coming back to reality. They looked at each other –sarcophagus? They had discovered a pharaonic treasure why then was he concerned with a sarcophagus?
-Professor Albert – said the assistant – there might not be a sarcophagus.
-That doesn’t make any sense, Max! If this is a tomb, there ought to be a sarcophagus- he said as he walked towards the bottom of the tomb, indifferent to the dozens of chests filled with gold and jewelry to the point that some lay on the ground, causing the professor to trip over them.
-My God, look at these inscriptions, Max!
The young assistant was reluctant in deviating his eyes from the enormous alabaster vases, decorated at the upper part with diamond-encrusted jewels.
-Max, look at this – continued the professor. The assistant turned his eyes to the walls pointed by the professor.
-What do those drawings have in special, professor? – he asked, his mind still on the alabaster vases.
-The Egyptian plagues…-continued the old man staring at the drawings.
-But, whoever produces them uses the same attire as the pharaohs! Max, this is amazing!
The assistant’s attention turned to the Egyptologist.
-What do you mean, professor? Were not the Egyptian plagues, according to the Bible, sent by Moses?
-Yes, they were, but the inscriptions here show a pharaoh sending the same plagues. This proves that...
-Professor look here, this is a lever!
Over time corrosion had caused part of the inscription on the wall to collapse, uncovering a lever that otherwise had been hidden.
-The sarcophagus has to be here somewhere behind these inscriptions – help me with the lever, Max!
-It is stuck, professor!
Part of the wall had moved a couple of centimeters.
-Look, the wall has moved!
Forcing the wall with their shoulders, Max and the natives caused it to move slowly, disclosing a secret chamber.
-Heavens! Amenofis IV’s tomb – exclaimed the old man in awe.
-In pure solid gold, professor!
Shaped as a semicircle, its walls had inscriptions they could not understand. A golden sarcophagus with a bicephalous eagle in lapis lazuli at its upper portion lay in the center.
-Look at this, Max –said the professor, pointing to the drawing in high relief.
-It is odd, professor, I have never seen an Egyptian representation of a falcon with two heads!
-No, Max … - the professor was visibly moved- it is not a falcon…
***
-What are you trying to say? –asked the assistant rather surprised.
-This is not a falcon but a bicephalous eagle or rather it is a phoenix, a very special type of eagle, according to mythology…
-The one reborn from aches?
-You guessed right, Max, now… it is not an Egyptian symbol but a Sumerian one.
-Sumerian? … But, what would a Sumerian symbol be doing on an Egyptian sarcophagus?
-Max – the old man went on, overtaken with emotion: we may, by opening this sarcophagus, be facing one of the most terrible secrets ever revealed to man; one that we believed to be lost in the night of times. I fear, Max, that mankind is not prepared to unfold!
-Professor –the young man’s eyes brightened – I am more curious than afraid. What could there be inside a sarcophagus over four thousand years old to make one scared?
-My friend- said the old man- you must have heard about the criminal fire that destroyed the famous library at Alexandria, did you not?
-Yes, it was the act of an irrational Arabian caliph who believed that he was saving the world from evil by destroying all the knowledge kept there since ancient times.
-Not everything was destroyed, young man, not everything. The famous library was set on fire in 646 of our era. Julius Cesar, seduced by Cleopatra, went to Egypt in 48 B.C. Upon his return, he took some books with him from that library. Most of them are kept today at the library in the Vatican, natural heir to the Roman Empire. But, when German troops invaded Rome, in 1527, under the command of Carlos V, some of these books were sold to Venetian tradesmen, and from there they ended up at the Museum of London -– books of disturbing contents, accessed only by a small group of researchers connected to the British crown.
-Are you one of them? – asked the young man somehow fascinated.
-Yes, Max, I am one of them.
-But, what do they say, professor? The assistant could not control himself.
-There is a very old papyrus among them that was taken to Alexandria by Alexander the Great, hence the conquering of Judea, probably subtracted from old secret Judaic sects. Well – this papyrus reveal to us the existence of a very ancient city.
-From the beginning of civilization?
Yes, but not one of those we know originating from the fertile crescendo and the delta of the Nile. More ancient than that, perhaps even pre-diluvium: the city of Lagahs - according to the document – the city of sin.
-City of sin? I do not get it professor!
-According to the papyrus, this city was the very cause of the diluvium. You probably will not find anything about this in the Encyclopedia Britannica, since there are no more than ten people in the world who know anything about this city, but let me proceed: -according to the papyrus, and here we will find some facts that go hand- in - hand with the Bible and which are: the children of God (angels) were seduced by the daughters of men (women). Men extremely powerful, who oppressed and enslaved other people, were born from such unions. Their power did not come from their physical strength, but from the secret knowledge revealed to them by their exquisite parents. Those men were so depraved that they founded the city of Lagahs and from there they subdued the whole ancient world. Because of this, God punished them with the diluvium to put an end to evil on Earth. Only Noah and his family were saved to populate it again. The papyrus tell us that Ninrode, grandchild to Cao, one of Noah’s sons, while digging the earth to start another city, between the Tigers and the Euphrates rivers, found a book – not any book, but one forged in gold - the Lagahs’ Golden Book, as it came to be known. In the possession of this book, his mind had access to the hidden mysteries of magic. Because of the evil he incorporated, Ninrode ended up expelled from the city he had founded, taking refuge in Egypt. Under the pharaoh’s protection, he initiated a dynasty of magicians whose power spread fear everywhere.
-Janes and Jambres, the magicians from Egypt who, under the order of the pharaoh, resisted Moses?
-Yes, Max. These magicians descended from them. They however accumulated so much mystic power and had formed such a stronghold that they ended up dethroning and killing the pharaoh himself. They became Egypt’s rulers until one of the most notorious magicians from the Ninrode’s dynasty took the power.
-Amenofis IV? – the young man was in ecstasy.
-That is it, Max –smiled the professor.
-And the book? – Both of them rested their eyes on the sarcophagus.
***
-Do you understand it now, Max, my fear in opening this sarcophagus?
Would men be prepared to face the terrible mysteries this book contains? There is more. I have not told you everything… Amenofis IV had accumulated power and magical knowledge to such an extent that his mind became perverted to extreme. He would loot the people he conquered inflicting in them atrocious punishment. He did not even spare the children, using them in his magic rites. According to the book, the sacrifice of virgin girls gave him even greater magical power beyond human comprehension. It was this pharaoh who, through magic, bewitched and destroyed the wisest man in the world – King Salmon. Under the spell of sexual magic, the old Israeli king was seduced by the beauty of the pharaoh’s daughter, Aksulamim, an Egyptian princess who being an average looking girl became, by the magical power of her father, the most beautiful woman on Earth at that time. Salmon surrendered to such a beautiful sight. The fact that Aksulamim, like her father, could resort to magic, provoked God’s ire towards Salmon and the subsequent division of the Israeli kingdom.
-Professor, before you answer any other question, we must make sure that the book is in there! All this could be just a tale, don’t you think? Let’s open the sarcophagus.
Max, you are right –there’s no reason for us to keep inflicting pain on ourselves. Help me open it.
The use of a tool as a lever, at the inferior opening of the sarcophagus, caused it to give in slowly, opening itself in two parts.
-By Allah! Look, Max, the Lagahs’Golden Book.
The old man had to grab the sarcophagus’ boarding sides- his legs seemed to fail him. The assistant could not believe his eyes- there it was – the handsome golden volume, in high- relief details: a bicephalus eagle in the center of a pyramid. His hand reached his pocket in search of something.
-Professor, pass me the book…
The old man did not take heed – he was fixed on his thoughts till he made a decision:
-We are going to take it to the British Museum, Max…
-Professor … I asked you to hand me the book!
The Egyptologist turned to the assistant, his smile ceasing at the moment he saw a gun pointing at him.
-Max, what does this mean? He asked, perplexed.
-I am sorry, professor, but there are some things that you would not understand. Have you ever noticed my family’s code of arms?
-What has your family to do with this finding?
-It is this! The young man held the gun in his left had, showing in his annular finger a seal with the design of an eagle similar to the one at the sarcophagus. Perhaps you still do not understand but I am going to explain: do you remember you told me just a while ago that these manuscripts dealt with an ancient secret society? Well I am a member of this secret society.
-Stop playing, Max. You are not even Jewish! – the old man said, visibly annoyed.
-You are right. I am not a Jew! – I am an Englishman and I come from an ancient lineage. But, it is hard for me to understand how you failed to grasp the dynamics of life, being the scholar that you are. You thought that the mysteries of Lagahs had been kept locked in this book throughout the ages, did you not, professor? You were utterly wrong!
It is true that terrible mysteries given for lost will now be revealed, but it is also true that other magicians existed (some still exist today) who, like Amenofis IV, dedicated themselves to improving their magical knowledge passed on to them from generation to generation from the illuminated.
-What is the purpose? Why so much secret? Perplexity had given away to doubt.
-What is the purpose? Go on professor, don’t be so naÔve! Knowledge is power and the more exclusive it is the more vigor and force will be bestowed upon the person holding it. Just consider the bicephalus phoenix’s emblem at Alexander the Great, Charles V and Napoleon …Where do you think that the power they gained came from?
-My God! - the old man exclaimed- this is insane!
No, professor, there is no space for insanity. Secret knowledge was kept from generation to generation for millennia and kings, princes, priests and magi obtained their power from them. Science itself owes much of its progress to sparkles coming from this knowledge, revealed here and there by some wise men, as it best befitted our purposes.
Look at Pythagoras: history says that his wisdom came from a secret society in Egypt.
-What you are telling me is characteristic of a megalomaniac mind- no conspiracy could have lasted that long!
-We can no longer understand each other, professor! It is enough to say that I am at the service of a great and millennial purpose. We, Sons of Set, heirs to the ancient mysteries and keepers of secret knowledge have been preparing ourselves since the beginning of time for the Great Revelation. But with sorrow in my heart I recognize the fact that notwithstanding our double efforts, the world is not yet ready for Absalom. It’s possible that the requisites will be met only in the next Century.
-Absalom, who is Absalom?
-We have had enough questioning now, professor – said the assistant, pointing the gun at the old man’s head – unfortunately I’ll have to kill you for you know too much about us. But lets look at it from a positive point of view: there is no better place for an Egyptlogist to die than inside a pharaoh’s tomb, is there?
-Max, don’t do that! You are an assassin!
-I am sorry, professor! I don’t like doing this. You do not deserve to die. Unfortunately though you know too much about us and I cannot take the chance!
-Let it be brief, then- he said closing his eyes, resigning to the cruel reality. My granddaughter, I’ll never get to know her!
The noise of a vase being broken caused the old man to open his eyes: Max Fuchon lay down stiff over what had been a most valuable vase belonging to the eighth dynasty. Next to him was Tarik, one of the expedition’s natives, brandishing a bloody golden object.
-I could not have let him kill you, professor, not after what you did for my son, taking him to London to be cured.
Tarik, I’ve never been so happy in my life at seeing an Egyptian object as I am now. Where did you find this spear?
The helper then showed him god Osiris’golden statue, completely dressed in armour except for a missing spear.
-Professor, what do you intend to do with the book now?
-Tarik, on account of the revelations we have had so far and because of what just happened here – the old man’s eyes rested on Max Fuchon’s lifeless body – this book proved to be too dangerous if it fell in the wrong hands. My mission is to make sure it will never be found.
The Pharaoh’s valuable treasure was sent to the Museum of Cairo. Its curator gave Dr Albert Raidech some pieces of little value in recognition for his findings. As to Max Funchon’s death, the Egyptian authorities were in debt to Tarik, for they found in the dead man’s pockets a number of precious jewelry.
