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Djay Laro felt insignificant next to the immensely large doors. For more than two hundred years, these metal doors, which were four or five times as high as Laro, had remained hermetically closed. For all the attempts made by people to force the entrance, the doors had prevented people from unravelling the secret of the tomb for more than two centuries. Now the doors were open invitingly. Finally, Laro sought a safe hiding place, close to the entrance to the tomb, from where he could keep an eye on the approaching enemy. He had still not responded to the statements of the old officer who had now, on his instructions, taken a position at the entrance. The criticism had hurt him more than he was willing to admit. But he couldn’t give in to it. Not now. Slowly and thoughtfully, he lowered
