It was Emily who recovered her nerve first. She walked further into the room and shone her torch on the enthroned figure. Whoever she was, she had long been dead and yet the skin still stretched over the bones like parchment or leather, mummified in the cold, dry airlessness of the sealed-off cave. The clothing also remained fairly intact amazing clothing by the look of it, faded into a dull green though patches remained a bright emerald. There was a beautiful headdress of peacock feathers on the woman's head, her long dark hair spread about her shoulders like a cloak.
'That's horrible! Let's get out of here,' said David recoiling in revulsion.
Petros's stomach had turned right over. But he refused to seem weak when Emily, of all people, had walked right up to the body and was examinin
