supervise the packing of the sacred statues, but in reality to give
himself more time to consider what she had said.
Before leaving England Nicholas had seen to it that all of the more
vulnerable and breakable equipment that they had air-freighted into the
gorge had been packed in sturdy metal ammunition crates. All these
crates had waterproof rubber seals and strong lever fastenings. The
original contents had been padded and protected with olystyrene packing.
When they left Ethiopia the equipP
ment would be abandoned, but the crates, together with the packing
material, had been carefully preserved for iA transporting the treasures
that they might find in the tomb.
While six of the sacred statues fitted neatly into the crates, the
images of Hathor the cow and satanic Seth were too large. However,
Nicholas discovered that these had been carved in separate parts. The
heads were detachable, and the hoofed legs of Hathor were held into the
body by wooden pins that were rotted to dust. Broken down into their
separate parts, even these two larger statues could also be packed into
the metal cases.
Nicholas watched Hansith packing Seth's ferocious head of ebony and
black resin into one of the crates. Then after a while he went back to
where Royan was working on the inscriptions on the wall above the empty
sarcophagus.
"Very well. I agree. You are right about the lack of inscriptions from
the Book of the Dead. It does seem strange.
But what can we do about it, other than accepting it as a mystery which
we can never unravel?"
"Nicky, there is something more here. This is not everything. I feel it
in every fibre of my being. We are missing something."
"Who am I, a mere male, to question the veracity of a woman's
instincts."
"Stop being superior," she snapped. "How long do I have to work over the
inscriptions from the stele?"
"A week or two at the most. I have to set up an RV with Jannie. We have
to be there at Roseires airstrip when he comes in to pick us up. That's
one date we dare not reak., "Good Lord. I thought you would have
arranged that long ago. How will you contact Jannie from here?"
"Quite simple really." Nicholas smiled. "There is a public telephone at
the post office in Debra Maryam, Tessay can move freely anywhere in the
Goiam. She will go up the escarpment with an escort of monks and
telephone Geoffrey Tennant at the British Embassy in Addis. I have
already arranged it with Geoffrey. He will relay a message on to
Jannie."
"Will Tessay do it for you?"
He nodded. "She has agreed to go up to Debra Maryam tomorrow. Jannie
must have as much notice as possible to get himself prepared for the
flight out from Malta. It's going to need some firte timing for all of
us to arrive at the airstrip simultaneously. It will be asking for
trouble for one party to sit around waiting at Roseires for the others
to arrive."
awn on the first of April," Nicholas gave Tessay the message. "Tell
Jannie . we will be there on April Fools' Day! A nice easy one to
remember."
They watched Tessay set off along the trail with her escort of monks and
Royan asked Mek Nimmur quietly, "Don't you worry about her going off
like this on her own?"
"She is a very competent person, and she is well known and liked
throughout the Gojam- She is as safe as any person can be in a dangerous
land." Mek watched Tessay's slim figure in shamnw and jodhpur pants
becoming smaller with distance. "I wish I could go with her, but-' Mek
shrugged.
Suddenly Royan exclaimed, "There is something that I forgot to ask her."
She left Nicholas and Mek standing, and ran down the trail calling after
the other woman. Her voice floated back to where Nicholas stood watching
her.
"Tessay! Wait! Come back!'
Tessay turned and waited for Royan to catch up with her. While the two
women stood talking together, Nicholas lost interest and turned to study
the distant silhouette of the escarpment-With a sinking feeling in the
pit of his stomach he saw that the thunderheads on the mountain tops
were denser and more ominous than they had been only days before. The
rains were building up swiftly now.
He wondered if they really had as long as they hoed before the dam was
threatened and they were driven out of the gorge by the rising waters.
All, He looked back down the path just in time to see Royan pass
something to Tessay, who nodded and pushed it into the pocket of her
jodhpurs. Then at last the two women embraced warmly, and Tessay turned
away. Royan stood in the middle of the trail, watching until a bend in
the valley hid Tessay from her. Then she walked slowly back to where
Nicholas waited.
"What was all that about?"he wanted to know, and she smiled
mysteriously.
"Girls' secrets. There are some things that it's best you brutish
males'don't know about." But when Nicholas raised an eyebrow at her, she
relented and told him, "Tessay will ask Geoffrey Tennant to send a
message to Mummy, just to let her know that I am all right. I don't want
her to worry about me."
As they climbed back down the scaffolding to where the fly camp had been
set up on the rock ledge beside Taita's pool, Nicholas thought how
fortuitous it was that Royan had her mother's phone number already
written down to hand to Tessay, and he wondered at this sudden
(I urge of Royan's to report her whereabouts to her mother.
wonder what she is really up to?" he mused. "I will try and wheedle it
out of Tessay when she returns."
Royan would have preferred to camp in the tomb itself, so as to be in
the midst of the inscriptions on which she was working, but Nicholas had
insisted that they sleep in the open air, and the ledge was as close as
they could get to their workplace. "The musty air in the tomb is very
probably unhealthy," he told her. "Cave disease is a real danger in
these old enclosed places. They say that is what killed some of Howard
Carter's people working in the tomb of Tutankhamen."
"The fungus spores that cause cave disease breed in bat dung," she
pointed out. "There are no bats in Mamose's tomb. Taita sealed it up too
tightly."
"Humour me," he begged. "You cannot work in there for days on end. I
want you at least to get out of the tomb for a few hours each day."
She shrugged. "Only as a special favour to you," she agreed, but as they
reached the foot of the scaffolding she gave her new sleeping quarters
only a perfunctory glance and then headed for the coffer dam and the
entrance to the approach tunnel.
They had converted the landing at the top of the staircase, outside the
plaster-seated entrance to the tomb, into their workshop. Royan spread
her drawings and photographs and reference books on the rough table of
handhewn planks that Hansith made for her. Sapper had placed one of the
floodlamps above this crude desk so that she had good light to work by.
Against one wall of the landing they had stacked the ammunition crates
which contained the eight sacred statues. Nicholas had insisted on
storing all their discoveries where he could safeguard them adequately.