‘Nothing,’ Emma answered at once, with a quick look at Jack.
Eliot shrugged.
‘If you two can’t keep your hands off each other,’ he said, ‘you might try a more private place to do it!’
* * * *
After Amun’s temple at Deir el Bahri the group skirted the mountains against which it was built and arrived in the valley behind it, the Valley of the Kings. There, after running the gauntlet of the vociferous souvenir sellers with stalls on either side of the road, they came to the tomb of Tutankhamun.
The boy king was probably the son of Akhenaten by a minor wife and was married to his half-sister Ankhesenamun, daughter of Akhenaten by his Great Royal Wife, Nefertiti. By a strange quirk of fate, this teenager, whose reign had lasted no more than a few years, and who was buried in haste in a tom
