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u are clever； you are cunning。 Bring back to me what ；small treasures you can easily steal and I will make you a rich man； for I have collectors who will pay kings' ransoms for the most meagre of items from the fabulous and glorious era！ These Arabs are plunderers； destroyers； scum of the earth； and care nothing for their heritage。 They will allow their own history to be taken from them by foreigners。 But we will profit by their stupidity； my young friend。 And we will bring great joy to those who honour such relics。
The journey to the Royal Cemetery of Ur had been long and wearisome and he had worried that the dig would be over by the time he arrived there； but no； there was still much work to be done； many more tombs that lay at the bottom of deep shafts beneath thousands of surface graves to be revealed。 And the merchant had been correct： the team of foreigners needed several of his ilk to organise the transient labour force； arrange permits and payroll； maintain supplies and medicines； as well as sectoring the site against thieving infiltrators。 He had worked diligently； never being too greedy with his own finds； taking only those objects small enough to be smuggled safely from the camp to the single roam he had rented inside the city； a place where he could hide his private cache and where every so often； the merchant from Jerusalem would arrive to relieve him of the treasures。 The system worked well and when all was plete； the merchant assured him； the profits would be admirable。
He had not e upon the secret tunnel leading to the pit by accident； for he had always had the gift； the seeing in the mind； the ability to predict a death before it was claimed； a birth before conception； to judge beforehand good fortune for some； tragedy for others。 Even when he was a child； should his mother lose a needle； it was he whom she urged to find it； 。should his father misplace an article； it was the boy who sought out its hiding place。 Later； when his gift became known to others； it was he who was taken into arid territories to locate a source of water beneath the soil so that new settlements could be built around it。 Rewards for that rare inner knowledge had paid for his welfare and education after his entire family had been taken by disease （strangely a tragedy he had not been able to predict）。 So it was that the merchant realised the young man's potential when the great find outside the distant city of Ur in the land where the ancient Sumerians had once reigned became world news。 Who better then to seek out those exquisite but concealed antiquities that would end up as mere exhibits in some stuffy London museum unless re…directed elsewhere？
On his very first day inside that vast labyrinth of shafts and corridors； hidden rooms and sepulchres； lie had bee confused and almost overwhelmed by mourning voices of the dead； whose spirits were locked beneath the earth； for their human vessels had taken their own lives to be with their deceased kings and queens； and their high priests。 Over the weeks that followed he had learned to shut out those incorporeal murmurings from his mind； yet one sensing persisted throughout； something that was not a spiritual utterance； but a kind of pulse； a split…second shifting of atmosphere； as if time itself had hiccuped。 He would feel it but once or twice a day； never more than that。 At first he had believed it was a physical phenomenon； a faraway subsidence； but no one else ever noticed the brief disturbance。 The deeper he worked his way into the plex layers of tombs； the louder… or more sensed the unheard 'sound' became。 Then one evening； when the day's labour was done； the workmen returned to their tents or hovels outside the city walls； and the foreigners retired to their lodgings； he had wandered alone through the lowest chambers； drawn by he knew not what； but pelled towards a destiny he had never dreamed of。
The secret tunnel was behind an empty room at the furthermost extremity of the Royal Cemetery； a square space that had puzzled the learned archaeologists； for it seemed to have no purpose： its walls were bare and there were no casks or ornaments within。 It was merely an isolated chamber； one that was reached by crouching low along a lengthy corridor which had many turns and dips。
The pulse had e as he had stood in that soulless room； and this time it was as though he had really heard the sound。 The walls themselves had seemed to tremble。 Startled； he had swung his lamp around and the light had caused a shadow on one wall。 He moved closer to inspect the shadow and found a mud brick jutting out a fraction from its neighbours。 He had used the trowel he carried； standard equipment along with brushes for the diggers； to cut round the brick and ease it from the wall。 The stench of released gases sent him reeling backwards。
He approached again more cautiously； and the smell was still strong but less of a shock。 Other mud bricks easily came loose and soon a passageway was exposed。 A dreadful fear had overe him then and he had almost run from that place。 But a curious fascination stayed him。
He crawled into the narrow passage； holding the lamp before his face。
The passage led downwards； so steeply at certain points that he had to use his strength to prevent himself tumbling forward。
Before long it opened out into a wide circular chamber； at the centre of which was a gaping hole； an open pit。 Around the opening lay human bones； their rotting robes those of high priests and priestesses。 Resting against the walls were clay tablets of cuneiform writing； wedge…shaped signs that represented words or syllables。 He trod carefully to the edge of the pit and stared dawn at the blackness。 That was when his fear became too much to bear； for something was urging him to descend； an inner pulsion inviting him to leap。
And the mind…sound was a sound； disgorging from the pit。
THUD…UP He had fled。
Despite his terror； he had resealed the opening to the secret passageway； using dirt from the floor to cover the cracks （not that the room was of any interest to Sir Leonard and his team of archaeologists； who had treasures in abundance to drool aver without bothering with empty chambers）。 This discovery would be his alone。
Four days went by before he gained enough courage to venture down to that pit again； four days of nagging agitation and four nights of feverish nightmares。 He knew he would go back； the difficulty was finding the will to do so。
He waited until evening once more when all digging had stopped； only a few guards that he； himself； had helped organise left on duty above ground。 This time he returned to the pit with rope and stanchion 。 。 。
。 。 。 Kline wailed as he slept and Khayed and Daoud leaned over him anxiously 。 。 。
。 。 。 and fearfully； his limbs trembling so badly that lee almoyt lost his grip； lowered himself over the edge of the pit。 He descended slowly； drawn by an allure he could not prehend； his lamp dangling below him； attached to his waist by thick string。 He was aware that something evil awaited him； something ancient and cruel； for his dreams over the past few nights had revealed that at least to him； although no images； no