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ath。 I dreamed of him from time to time; and it was always in this setting that I saw him。
 Difficult as it is to believe of such a barren; rocky region; the wadis of the Western Desert were cut by water pouring down the cliffs of the high plateau to the plain below。 I believe I can best make the Reader e to an understanding of this particular terrain; which is nothing at all like the sand deserts of the Sahara; by paring the plateau to a plum cake which has been set down on a flattish platter (the Nile Valley)。 Imagine that some monstrous being has thrust taloned claws into the soft top and sides of this confection and withdrawn them; leaving ragged fissures and tumbled lumps。
 (When Emerson happened to read this particular section of my narrative; he remarked that in his opinion no rational person could make such an absurd parison。 In my opinion; it is a valid figure of speech; and very descriptive。)
 Paths wind to and fro across the slopes and over the gebel; some are fairly easy; others are more suitable for goats。 These latter were the ones we followed; for whenever there was a choice between an easier; roundabout route; or a steeper; direct path; Emerson chose the second。 I had to trust to his leadership; since I had never e this way; but various landmarks gave me a general sense of where we were。 Above rose the great pyramid…shaped peak known as the Qurn; beyond; below; and behind it were ravines of all sizes; including the great Valleys of the Kings and the Queens。 As we went on; scrambling up stony slopes and over projecting ridges; the scenery became wilder and more spectacular; but even in that remote region there were signs of the presence of man; both ancient and modern: a scrap of newspaper that might have wrapped someone's lunch; the tumbled stones of crude huts; scraps of broken pottery and animal bones。
 After an hour of strenuous walking I persuaded Emerson to stop for a brief rest and a sip of water。 The view was breathtaking but monotonous … tumbled stone and bare ground; with the blue of the sky above the only color。
 〃Emerson; are you sure you know where you are going?〃 I inquired; mopping my perspiring face。
 〃Certainly;〃 said Emerson; looking surprised。 He pointed。 〃We are only eight thousand feet from Medinet Habu。 Cheer up; Peabody; we'll be going down from here; there is a perfectly good path to the next wadi and from there it's only a hop; skip; and a jump to the Cemetery of the Monkeys。〃
 By the time we reached the end of his 〃perfectly good path;〃 which was nothing of the sort; the sun was high overhead。 A long; relatively low ridge of rock separated the first wadi from the second; though I certainly would not have described its traverse as a hop; skip; and a jump。 A scramble; a slip; and a stretch would be more like it。 Once over the ridge we saw a narrow; irregular canyon; stretching out to the north。 The ground was extremely uneven; littered with fallen rock and archaeological debris … fragments of red pottery; flints; and so on。
 Hot; out of breath; and faced with this unpromising view; I allowed myself to speak candidly。 〃That; I take it; is the wadi where the princesses' tomb is located。 Would you now care to explain what the devil we are doing here? You told Cyrus he would be wasting his time looking for tombs here。〃
 〃Hmph;〃 said Emerson。 〃Modesty forbids me to mention that I am perhaps a trifle more qualified than Vandergelt。 However; that is not my primary aim。 I just … er … want to have a look at the princesses' tomb。 The bastards can't have made a plete clearance。〃
 〃Oh; yes; they could have。 I tell you; Emerson; you won't find anything of interest … and how are we to locate the exact spot? The tomb was well hidden; and there are dozens of clefts and rifts in those walls。〃
 〃There may be signs;〃 Emerson insisted。 〃Watermarks; fresh stone chips; possibly even scraps of the burial equipment。 Do you see anything; Ramses?〃
 〃No; sir。〃 Ramses bent and picked up a piece of worked stone; covered with a thick patina。 He tossed it away。 〃Paleolithic。〃
 We made our way slowly along the uneven floor of the wadi; scanning the rocky walls on either side。 There was a good deal more debris; in the form of pottery shards and scraps of stone。 I came to a halt next to a gaping hole and let out a cry of excitement。 〃Emerson! A pit tomb; is it not? And here …〃 I reached for an object half hidden in dusty chips … something that was surely metallic; for a glint of sunlight had shone off it。 〃Here is … oh。〃
 It was a crumpled cigarette tin。
 〃Carter;〃 said Emerson; making the name sound like an expletive。
 〃How do you know?〃
 〃None of the local men can afford European cigarettes;〃 Emerson said。 〃It's the brand he smokes; isn't it?〃
 As we went on; the ground underfoot became even more uneven; it appeared as if someone had conducted a random but extensive excavation。 Emerson growled。 〃Either Carter has lost all remnants of archaeological conscience; or the locals have been digging; looking for tombs。〃
 〃The latter; surely;〃 said Ramses。 〃Carter had every right to be here; Father; he has done nothing wrong。〃
 〃Hmph;〃 said Emerson; who could not deny this; but who; in his heart of hearts; regarded the entire country of Egypt as his personal property; archaeologically speaking。
 We had almost reached the end of the canyon when I became aware of a faint; unpleasant smell。 I looked up; expecting to see floating overhead the winged predators that feed on carrion; but the sky was empty of all but light。
 Jumana was the first to see the signs for which we had been searching。 She ran on ahead; quick and sure…footed over the uneven ground; and came to a stop。 〃See!〃
 The object she held up was a small gold bead。
 〃Ha;〃 said Emerson。 〃Well done; Jumana。 Yes; just as I expected。 The tomb must have been partially filled with rock fallen from the walls and ceiling。 The villains were careful not to remove any more of it than they had to; but they were bound to lose a few items。 By Gad; that looks like a bone。〃
 It fell to pieces in a shower of dust when he picked it up。 〃Water…rotted;〃 Emerson muttered; and began rooting around in the debris。
 〃The tomb must be up there;〃 Ramses said; shading his eyes with his hand。 〃Directly above; in that rift。〃
 Emerson got to his feet。 Only then did something odd seem to strike him。 He threw his shoulders back; raised his head; and sniffed。 〃Have the local lads been up to their old tricks … throwing the carcass of a dead animal into the shaft to deter other explorers? You remember the Abd er Rassuls; and the Royal Cache。〃
 〃Why would they bother to do that; if there is nothing left in the tomb?〃 I asked。 I pinched my nose with my fingers。
 〃Precisely;〃 said Emerson; looking pleased。 〃I will just have a look。〃
 We were at the far end of the valley; facing a steep cliff that I judged to be over a hundred feet high。 Some thirty feet above us I made out a cleft running deep into the rock。
 〃Emerson;〃 I said; choosing my words with care; 〃it is a sheer drop from the cleft down to the base of the cliff。 If you are bent on breaking your arm or your leg or your neck or all three; find a place closer to home so we won't have to carry you such a distance。〃
 Emerson grinned at me。 〃You do enjoy your little touches of sarcasm; Peabody。 I can make it。〃
 〃No; sir; I don't believe you can;〃 Ramses said; quietly but firmly。 〃I wouldn't care to try it either。 I'll go round and up; with the rope; and lower myself from the top as the thieves did。〃
 I let out a sigh of relief。 Ramses seldom contradicted his father; but when he did; Emerson heeded his advice … a pliment he paid few people; including me。
 〃Oh;〃 he said; stroking his chin。 〃Hmph。 Very well; my boy。 Be careful。〃
 〃Yes; sir。〃
 〃I will go too;〃 Daoud volunteered。 〃To hold the rope。〃
 He slung a coil of rope over his shoulder and the two of them set out toward the mouth of the wadi; where the enclosing cliffs were lower and easier to climb。 They would have quite a scramble to get to the top; but I was not concerned about them; Ramses was the best rock climber in the family and Daoud had been up and down cliffs like these since childhood。 He would make certain Ramses took sensible
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