He could barely believe it. Hiebermeyer had led him and Rebecca straight from Dillen’s excavation to this passageway - a deep trench open to the sky - and set them to work. He had been at Troy less than three hours, and now this. He was literally reeling. The trowel slipped from his hand and hit the ground, but he remained standing, swaying slightly, staring. Rebecca stopped brushing and stood up beside him, then gasped. The shadows created by the late-afternoon sun made strange illusions of shapes along the walls, but there was no doubt about this one. Jeremy reached out and put the flat of his hand on it. ‘Incredible,’ he whispered. ‘That shape. It looks Egyptian.’ ‘It’s fantastic,’ Rebecca murmured, putting her hand out but not quite touching it. She shivered, in spite of the heat. ‘A little spooky.’ A bobbing light from a headlamp appeared and Dillen came up from the unexcavated end of the passageway, some ten metres ahead of them, where the sloping walls narrowed as it led into the side of the ancient mound of the citadel.
