CHAPTER 13
The Royal TombBy the time the group arrived at the Royal Tomb the caretaker was there, chatting to two men — not tourists, but Egyptians. They stared at the new arrivals in none too friendly a manner. The caretaker stood up at once and moved towards the rusty iron gate with a large bunch of keys jangling in his hand.
Emma looked back uneasily at the two left squatting beside the guard’s stool. She felt she had seen them before, but could not remember where.
At last the tomb was open and they climbed down the steps into the long sloping corridor cut deep into the rock. They had been warned that most of what had been there in ancient times had been smashed by enemies of the King, or removed by tomb robbers later. Archaeologists were still sifting through the dust and measuring
