7More loose cloths for the cleaning of footwear lay before the opened double wooden doors of the First Chamber.
“So far, no sign of white ants,” Aaron said.
They dusted their boots and squeezed through the busy engineers glutting the doorway. Bubbling over with excitement, the others welcomed them.
Chione's eyes widened. She could only stare at the splendor, replete with history. Borders of hieroglyphs and a profusion of colorful lotuses framed each wall. Varied delicate scents wafted through the chamber as if a breeze had blown them through. There was no draft and evidently no one else detected the new odors. A mysterious voice lilted again.
“The treatment room.”
The words resounded in her mind. Judging from the unchanged expressions of the others, they had not heard. Chills ran over
