“There’s the answer to your mysterious light,” said Leonid.
“It doesn’t tell us how it manifests itself,” Remi said. “But there’s one way to find out.” She snatched the flashlight from Sam and darted farther into the tunnel.
“Remi,” Sam called, but she was already around a bend in the passage and out of sight. He exhaled in frustration and gave Leonid a dark look and then followed Remi deeper into the unknown.
The tunnel stretched downward in a gradual slope. Sam and Leonid followed Remi down the passage until the floor leveled and the walls’ texture changed.
“She’s right. It does look as if this part was worked by human hands,” Sam said.
Leonid ran his hand over the surface as Lazlo’s hurried footsteps sounded behind them. “It’s almost like it was polished,” the Russian whispered.
Lazlo joined them and squinted at the wall. “Quite remarkable,” he murmured. “Never seen anything like it.”
Remi’s flashlight beam had faded into the darkness and they could no longer see its glow. Sam was about to go after her when she suddenly returned at a run, out of breath, the color drained from her face.
“What is it, Remi? What did you find?”
“Oh, Sam,” she said, her voice tight. “The whole chamber is filled with dead people.”
CHAPTER 55
Rob and Greg arranged the floodlights and set up the generator at the chamber entrance so they would have sufficient light to explore the interior. Lazlo and Sam helped with the connecting cables while Remi and Leonid held the dimming flashlights for them, the glow now barely sufficient to illuminate more than a few feet. When they’d gotten all the equipment into position, Sam stepped away from the generator and glanced around.
“Ready, boys?” asked Sam.
“Ready,” Rob answered. “We’ve also set up a video camera to record whatever’s in here.”
“If anything,” grunted Leonid.
Sam held up his hand. “Throw the switch.”
The floodlights blinked to life, revealing a massive chamber with mirror-polished walls and ceiling, every surface as smooth as glass. The powerful beams refracted from the walls with startling intensity, blinding everyone as they magnified the glare tenfold. Sam shielded his eyes with his arm and the others did the same.
After several long moments, their vision began to adjust and they could make out that the entire chamber was a vast vein of white quartz. They stood in silent awe of the reflective effect, the cavern’s faceted walls a natural house of mirrors.
Remi took a few cautious steps toward the nearest surface and gazed at it, her nose only inches away. “Gold,” she said softly. “Gold specks and small nuggets within the quartz.”
“She’s right,” acknowledged Leonid. “Gold-bearing quartz is perhaps the most unusual source of natural gold. It’s mined in very few locations around the world. It’s extremely rare and sought after for making jewelry.”
Sam and Remi took a few cautious steps farther into the chamber. A large quartz bench ringed the center of the space, with nearly a hundred mummified bodies seated on it in a large circle. Each body leaned against an ornately carved backrest, the skin the color and consistency of leather.
The mummies’ torsos were wrapped in what Remi and Leonid recognized as linen. The skulls were bare and tilted slightly forward, with eye sockets staring sightlessly into a central vault set into the floor. It looked to Sam as though they had all died together. There was no sign of violence.
One by one, the group approached the open vault, recessed three feet below the floor, and silently peered down at the mummified couple inside.
Sam, in a whisper, was the first to react. “Good Lord, he’s seventeen feet if he’s an inch.”
“The woman next to him is almost as tall,” Remi responded.
Leonid muttered, “Giants—real giants. The legends are true.”
“They were worshipped as gods,” Remi murmured softly.
“Astonishing,” said Lazlo. “They’ve been amazingly well preserved by the dry atmosphere deep underground. And look—their facial features are Caucasian. See? Thin lips and narrow noses. Even their hair and his beard are intact.”
“Look at the tattoos on their faces,” said Sam. “They’re incredible. Their forehead and cheeks have intricate designs in black and blue. I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”
The giants had been interred in full dress. The male figure’s coat was crafted from leather trimmed in fur, the lining and tartan pants woven wool. The female’s draped dress and scarf were a royal blue. Both of their legs were encased in felt boots that came above the knees.
“How old do you think they are?” Leonid asked Sam.
“Two, maybe three thousand years? Just a wild guess. DNA would give the best estimate.”
“So how did they get on an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean thousands of years ago?” Remi asked.
“I’ll leave that mystery to a qualified anthropologist,” answered Sam.
“Many of the mummies are women,” observed Remi, glancing around the macabre circle. “Their clothing is beautiful.” She paused a moment, eyeing the gold thread of the elaborate embroidery. “Sam, their jewelry is so ornate. Gemstones, rubies, and emeralds, from the look of it, all trimmed and inlaid with gold . . .”
Sam laughed. “In their day, precious and semiprecious stones and gold were probably as common on the island as coal.”
Remi stopped in front of another female mummy. Despite the desiccation, it was easy to tell she had once been strikingly beautiful. Remi could only stare in amazement.
“So what do we know about these people?” asked Greg.
“Only what we see,” Leonid gave his shoulders a slight shrug. “And our eyes are the first to see them in thousands of years.”
Sam turned his attention back to the giants in the central vault. The huge man’s red hair was long and braided on the sides, the beard was broad, and the ends of his mustache twisted at the ends. Around the female’s head was a gold crown encrusted with semiprecious stones. Unlike other ceremonial burials, the man lacked a spear or other weapons. Small wonder, Sam thought. What man could hope to fight a seventeen-foot-tall giant who probably weighed in excess of eight hundred pounds?
“The giants’ immense size would have made it natural for them to be considered deities,” Leonid said. “This would also explain the dead around them. They must have been royal nobles, advisers, close friends, wives, and concubines—all those who wished to stay with their gods for continued existence in another world.”
They fell silent, staring at the mummies in the vault. Finally, Lazlo spoke in a hushed voice. “We have to keep this secret until the government can be relied upon to preserve, maintain, and build a world-class museum around the entire site.”
“Well,” said Remi, “with the discovery of the treasure, they now have the funds to tackle a project like that.”
“What better place to keep them than right here at their original site?” added Leonid.
“Where they deserve to remain,” Sam said in a low voice. “Not only have we discovered a great historic site here today but we’ve revealed a civilization that was never even suspected to exist. The legends are all true. Gold, gemstones, advanced civilizations . . . and giants.”
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