David Gibbins - Pyramid

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Perfect for fans of Clive Cussler and Dan Brown,
is a thrilling new adventure starring fearless marine archaeologist Jack Howard, in a heart-stopping quest to uncover an ancient Egyptian secret — and make the most amazing discovery of our time. EVERYONE KNEW THE STORY OF ANCIENT EGYPT.
UNTIL NOW.
For thousands of years, Egypt was a rich, ingenious civilization. Then it became a fertile hunting ground for archaeologists and explorers. Now the streets of Cairo teem with violence as a political awakening shakes the region. In the face of overwhelming danger, Jack Howard and his team of marine archaeologists have gathered pieces of a fantastic puzzle. But putting it together may cost them their lives.
Howard has connected a mystery hidden inside a great pyramid to a fossilized discovery in the Red Sea and a 150-year-old handwritten report of a man who claims to have escaped a labyrinth beneath Cairo. For that his team is stalked by a brutal extremist organization that will destroy any treasure they find.
As people fight and die for their rights aboveground, Jack fights for a discovery that will shed an astounding new light on the greatest story ever told: Moses’s exodus from Egypt and the true beginnings of a new chapter in human history.

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“The light of the Aten, concentrated on this one spot,” Jack said. “It’s an incredible feat of precision, ancient Egyptian engineering at its best. Maurice would love it.”

Costas pointed to the opposite wall of the chamber. “That’s what we want to see, Jack. One of the arms, the longest one, is pointing to an open tunnel. Another one’s pointing to the wall just to the right of us that must lead to the ship sheds. You can see an area of plaster, clearly different from the polished rock veneer, and I bet that’s where the entrance remains sealed up. The entrance to the open tunnel looks as if it was once plastered over as well, and was broken into relatively recently.”

“Corporal Jones?” Jack suggested.

“He was a sapper, right? He would have had an eye for constructional detail. He would have been looking for a way out, just as we are. That is, when he wasn’t living in a twilight world of his own, crawling around here like the undead looking for tasty snacks. This place would have been pretty eerie at night with only moonlight reflecting through, enough to unhinge someone already halfway there and weak with hunger. It’s spooky enough in this light.”

“What’s your take on the orientation of that open tunnel?”

“It’s heading toward Cairo. It almost certainly corresponds to that line on the plan leading to Fustat. And it’s clearly above water level, a dry channel. It could be our ticket out.”

“If it’s not blocked by rockfalls.”

“Only one way to find out.”

“I need some time in here, Costas. We need to get as much as we can on video.”

“Thirty minutes, maximum. I can actually feel the air being sucked up that shaft by the fires on the pyramid. If we stay longer than that, we won’t have the energy to get far enough down that tunnel to get out, and then we end up in a terminal countdown.”

Little Joey chirped and sighed, almost an electronic moan, and the eye peered dolefully at Costas. “I know,” he said, stroking its neck. “Good boy. Very good boy.” He pressed something beneath the carapace, and Little Joey jumped slightly, and then settled down and purred. “I can’t give him a biscuit, but I can give him an electronic buzz. It means he’ll go to sleep happy. He might be holding the fort here for some time.”

Jack slithered around until his feet were hanging over the edge, and slowly lowered himself to the floor. “Okay,” he said. “Thirty minutes. Keep your camera rolling.”

“Roger that.”

* * *

As Jack hit the floor he felt for his head camera, making sure it was at the right angle to catch everything he saw. He knew what he wanted to look at. It was what had set his pulse racing when he had heard Jeremy read Howard Carter’s account of what Corporal Jones had seen, and then a few minutes ago when he had looked at the video image relayed from Little Joey. It was what had been sitting in Hiebermeyer’s desk for all those years since he had found it in the excavation beside the plateau, the hieroglyphs that hinted at the truth behind Akhenaten’s City of Light. Jack glanced around the chamber. Akhenaten’s treasure was not to be another Tutankhamun’s tomb, not another trove of gold and jewels and precious artifacts. It was the greatest treasure of all. It was a treasure in words .

Costas dropped behind him and they slowly proceeded along the wall. At intervals of about five meters the rock had been carved into alcoves like the burial niches he had seen in Jerusalem with Rebecca, only here they were not designed for bodies. Each niche was filled with dozens of tall pottery jars, more than a meter high, almost all of them lidded and sealed with a mass of black resinous material. Those that were not lidded had been smashed open, their contents strewn over the floor, visible in front of three of the twelve alcoves that Jack had counted around the chamber. He squatted in front of the first and picked up a handful of material from among the pottery sherds, fragments of papyrus that crumbled to dust as he touched them. Costas thrust his hand deep into the base of one of the smashed jars still remaining in the alcove and came up with a handful of the same material. “My best guess?” he said, letting it drop between his fingers. “Corporal Jones, looking for food. He gave up at the third alcove once he realized that the contents were inedible.”

“What was inside,” Jack murmured, staring at the shreds in his hands, “was papyrus scrolls. This place is a library.” He got up, and did some swift arithmetic. “If there are twelve alcoves containing thirty jars each, and each jar contains four or five scrolls, that’s the best part of two thousand scrolls. That’s way more than you’d expect for a collection of religious tracts and Books of the Dead.”

“Check out the pots,” Costas said. “They’ve all got symbols on them painted in black. The pots in each alcove have the same principal symbol, but then above that, each pot has a unique additional symbol. From my memory of Lanowski’s attempt to teach me hieroglyphics, those upper symbols are numbers. So this must be some kind of cataloguing system.”

Jack brushed the dust from the symbols on one pot and then moved to the next alcove and did the same. “You’re right. Each alcove has an individual hieroglyph: a sheaf of corn in the first, a seated bird in this one, a half-moon in the next one along. I think they’re signifiers like our letters of the alphabet, part of the cataloguing system.”

“Sheaf of corn means religion, squatting bird means science, half-moon means medicine?” Costas said. “Something like that?”

Jack nodded, suddenly overwhelmed by the enormity of what they were confronting. “Imagine what those could contain.”

“You know we can’t risk opening them, Jack. We have nowhere to take them, and they might just crumble to dust on contact with the air. Our job now is to see to it that this place remains secret until we can get back here with the biggest manuscript conservation team that Maria and Jeremy have ever assembled. Meanwhile our clock is ticking. I’m going to check out that dais in the center.”

Jack turned back to the pots and put his hand on one of them, struggling to contain his emotions. Costas was right, of course. It would be grossly irresponsible to tamper with them now. If there were huge secrets of science and medicine, the cures to diseases, then they could be lost in an instant; far better to leave them here in the hope that a return would be possible. But it went against his grain as an archaeologist not to at least see some writing, to record it with their cameras. Not to do so, to leave empty-handed, would be to leave something unsatisfied in his soul, a need for something tangible to make all the effort seem worthwhile.

Costas’ voice came from the dais. “It looks as if you might have been wrong about Akhenaten leaving here alive. Looks like we might just have solved the mystery of his burial place.”

Jack turned and mounted the steps, gasping in astonishment at the sight in front of him. In the middle of the chamber with the ridges in the floor radiating from it stood a huge sarcophagus in gold, larger even than the outer sarcophagus that had surrounded the mummy of Tutankhamun. The head was that of a man with a slightly upturned nose and almond eyes, reminiscent of Tutankhamun, his braided beard and headdress decorated with strips of faience and his eyes surrounded with inlays of niello to represent the lines of kohl. It was a face unfamiliar and yet familiar, the father of the pharaoh who had accidentally become the most famous in history and yet whose achievements were puny by comparison, cut off by death before he had even reached manhood. Jack knew who it was even before he had gazed down over the figure’s torso, over the crossed arms carrying the jewel-studded staff and ankh symbol, to the circular representation of the Aten with radiating arms that clinched the identity beyond any doubt. Akhenaten .

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