Beneath Yellow Clay

FOR FIFTEEN HUNDRED YEARS THE TOMB OF THE CHINESE GENERAL HAD REMAINED HIDDEN BENEATH THE PALE YELLOW CLAY OF SHANXI PROVINCE.

It lay undisturbed until a twelve-year-old boy fell through the roof. He kept its secret. Fifteen years later, now living in Australia, he tells his friend Charlie of the terror he felt when he had crashed down among the grave goods. Charlie convinces him that they should go to China, back to Shanxi, and break into the general's tomb a second time, but this time they should loot its ancient artefacts, the jade, the porcelain, the gold and the silver. But are they both nave, or are they just foolish in their belief that they can enter China and steal its treasures without being noticed by others who will also desire these beautiful things? Didn't they realise that there are men without conscience who will try to take the looted objects from them, and kill if necessary? Did they really not know that danger and death...