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Chapter 12



Effendi and his feline companion had exited the train in Luxor feeling relieved to be out of the stuffy train cabin, but frustrated by the lack of simple travel options for the rest of the journey. They had crossed the Nile in a sail boat and then found themselves sitting on the back of smelly and fly covered donkey. Despite trying to convey to the donkey the need for utmost speed, they continued along the desert path at an amble. The Chaten sat uneasily on the saddle in front of Effendi, desperately trying to maintain it’’s regal posture, but failing frequently when the rolling motion of the donkey over rocks sent it slipping and scrambling about with a distinct lack of grace. After a few uncomfortable hours they reached a house made out of local mud and stone. The house was a hive of activity and excitement. Numerous men and women wearing clothes that really didn’t suit the desert lifestyle were milling about. As soon as he had climbed off the infernal donkey Effendi was greeted by two men with matching moustaches, wide-brimmed hats and 3 piece suits. One of the men had arrestingly bright blue eyes and was smoking a cigar. He had a distinctive white ribbon around his hat. The other gentleman was a little quieter, but had a clear intelligence about him. The cigar smoking man reached him first and grabbed Effendi’s hand with enthusiasm. “You must be the deputy inspector of antiquities yes?” Effendi nodded in reply and took in a breath to respond,  before the man continued with exuberance. “Lord Carnavon. And this is Howard Carter of course. Pleasure to meet you. We’ve been eagerly awaiting your arrival as you can imagine. We’re keen to get up to the site as soon as possible”. 
Effendi took in a breath ready to reply, somewhat overwhelmed by the welcome, and needing to hide the irritation that came with playing the part of a man who was out-ranked, instead of being completely in control of a situation as was his usual experience.  
“Let the man have a drink and take a rest Carnavon” said Carter, moving to help Effendi with bags. Carter started to walk towards the welcome shade of the house. Although he knew that Lord Carnavon was to all intents and purposes in charge of the dig in the Valley of the kings, it was clear that he and Mr Carter had a friendly relationship that allowed Carter to speak freely. Effendi muttered his thanks and followed Carter towards a table in the shade laid out with lemonade and cake. The Chaten followed close behind, and after a few quizzical looks, was provided with a dish of milk. The next hour was spent listening to Carter’s archeological report on the dig so far and showing fake enthusiasm for the possible discovery ahead. It was hard to remember that Carnavon and Carter were as yet unaware of the treasures that they would be encountering soon. Although, the joy of that discovery would be short lived if all went to plan. 

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