The lever was too thick to fit into the groove. Intef, impatient to get to the gold that he was sure was inside the tomb, got out his stone hammer and started to bash the slab of stone. The slab was thinner than the one that had covered the entrance to the pyramid. It was also horizontal, which made it easier for Intef to let the weight of the hammer do all the work. The slab soon cracked, then it broke into several pieces which disappeared from view and crashed to another floor not far below.
Ramose held the lamp down. The light reflected off gold in all corners of a chamber. Intef eagerly lowered himself down the hole, falling awkwardly on the floor three cubits below.
“This is it!” he exclaimed, limping around the chamber. “Look at all this!”
Ramose peered down the hole. He didn’t know whether to be pleased or not. At one end of the chamber was a huge red granite sarcophagus. It was five cubits in length and three cubits high. All around the room there were chests covered with gold foil and pieces of furniture inlaid with jewels. Intef pushed a chest under the hole and balanced an elegantly carved chair inlaid with turquoise on top of it.
“Get down here with that lamp,” he ordered.
Ramose clambered down. Intef was flinging open the lids of chests, laughing and exclaiming over all the jewellery, bowls and goblets he found within them. His face shone with the light reflecting from all the gold.
“This is just the beginning,” he said turning to the sarcophagus.
“Can’t we just take this stuff and leave the pharaoh in peace?” pleaded Ramose. “There’s enough here to keep the three of you rich for the rest of your lives. More than enough. You don’t need any more treasure.”
Intef wasn’t listening. He was trying to lift the lid from the sarcophagus. It was obviously impossible. The lid was made of solid granite two palm-widths thick. He pushed its edge with all his might.
“You can’t push it off, Intef,” said Ramose. “It’ll be fitted inside the sarcophagus. You’ll have to lift it.”
Intef had another idea though. He climbed back up the hole and brought down his stone hammer. With a loud grunt he swung the hammer as high as he could and brought it down on the lid with all his strength. Ramose thought of the long-dead tomb makers and all the trouble they’d gone to in order to keep their pharaoh’s resting place secret. They had built his sarcophagus with skill and care. It wasn’t going to give up its treasure easily.
Intef continued to swing his hammer at the lid. He broke off a corner. Encouraged by this he smashed the hammer down on the broken edge. Intef furiously rained blows on the corner of the sarcophagus. Ramose sat on a chest and watched. He couldn’t help thinking that if Intef used all that energy on something constructive, he’d be a lot better off. Eventually, after more than half an hour, the big tomb robber stopped and rested his hammer on the floor. He was gasping for breath and sweat was running down his back. There was a jagged hole in the end of the sarcophagus lid.
“That should do it,” panted Intef.
Ramose looked puzzled. “You still won’t be able to lift it off.”
“I won’t have to.” Intef smiled unpleasantly. “You’re going to get inside and bring everything out.”
Ramose looked at the hole with horror. It was just about big enough for him to wriggle through. “I can’t go in there,” he said, starting to sweat despite the cool air of the tomb. “I…I’m not very good in enclosed spaces.”
“Too bad.” Intef lifted Ramose up and put him on top of the sarcophagus as if he was no heavier than a handful of figs. “Get on with it. We’ve got to get out of here before daylight.”
Ramose threaded his legs in through the hole in the granite sarcophagus. His feet rested on the coffin. Ramose opened his mouth, and then closed it again. He knew there was no point in arguing.
“Give me the lamp.”
Intef handed him the lamp. Ramose took a deep breath and lowered himself into the sarcophagus. The coffin was large and roughly human-shaped. It was decorated with beautiful patterns and a painting of the sky-goddess Nut with her wings outspread. Even in the dim lamplight, Ramose could see that the colours were as bright as if they were newly painted. He found it hard to believe that the coffin was four hundred years old. There was just enough room for Ramose to straddle the foot of the coffin.
“Do you want this?” asked Intef pushing the hammer through the hole.
“No,” said Ramose. “I don’t have to break it open. I can get the lid off.”
It wasn’t that easy though. He tried to get his fingers under the lid. It was jammed on tight. The carpenters who had made the wooden coffin had made the lid a perfect fit. They had never intended that anyone would be opening it.
“We haven’t got time, just smash it open.” Intef was getting impatient.
“Just let me try with a chisel first.”
Intef handed him a chisel and Ramose fitted it in the crack between the lid and the base of the coffin. He wriggled it up and down, making the crack wider.
“Hurry up.”
Ramose eventually eased the lid off. It parted from the coffin base with a sigh. Ramose pushed the lid over to one side.
The first thing he noticed was the smell. It smelt just like the embalming room under the temple where he had woken up after his nanny and tutor had faked his death. It was the strong resinous smell of juniper oil and frankincense. He held up the lamp. Inside the coffin was the pharaoh’s mummy. A gilded mask stared up at him with blank eyes. The pharaoh’s face had a strong nose and a mouth that was almost smiling. He’d always imagined mummies bound in soft white linen strips, but the bandages on the mummy in front of him were brown with age and stiff with the oils, long since dried up, that the priests had poured onto it during the burial ritual.
“Are there jewels? Is there gold?”
“Yes.”
Ramose’s lamplight reflected on a magnificent gold collar draped around the neck of the mummy and a gold crown on its head. The collar was made of hundreds, maybe thousands of beads of turquoise, carnelian, lapis lazuli and gold.
Ramose hesitated for a moment. Would he suffer the fate of a tomb robber if he was caught? And what about in the afterlife? Would Osiris understand that he’d had no choice? He pulled the collar from the mummy. The beautiful pattern disintegrated and the beads cascaded into the bottom of the coffin.
“What’s going on in there?”
“The threads stringing the beads are rotten. Give me a bag.”
Ramose scooped up beads by the handful and put them into the bag that Intef handed him. The threads of the armbands broke as well. He scooped those beads into the bag with the others. Then he took off the crown. It was solid gold with a snake’s head inlaid with turquoise rearing from the front as if to attack anyone who dared harm the pharaoh. Intef thrust a sharpened flint through the hole.
“Cut open the bandages. There’ll be amulets wrapped inside.”
Ramose didn’t argue. He slit the bandages binding the mummy down the front and peeled them back. Sure enough there were exquisite amulets made of gold and precious stones. There was a heart scarab of lapis lazuli, similar to his own.
“Check the hands as well. There should be rings.”
Ramose slit open the linen strips binding the hands to get to the dead pharaoh’s fingers. The skin was like dried-out leather. The fingers were like black claws. Each one had at least one ring on it. As Ramose hurried to get the jewels, one of the fingers broke off in his hand. Until then, Ramose hadn’t had time to think about his fear of enclosed spaces. Touching the actual withered flesh of the dead pharaoh made his stomach lurch and his heart pound. He was suddenly aware that he was inside a stone tomb, straddling a dead man. Above him was a mountain of stone and mud bricks. The fumes of the embalming resins were making his head spin. He threw the bag out of the hole and scrambled to get out of the sarcophagus.
“What’s the rush all of a sudden?”
“Got to get outside.”
Intef grabbed him by the arm and took the lamp from him, setting it down safely on the lid of the sarcophagus. “You’re not going anywhere yet.”
Ramose tried to struggle out of Intef’s grasp. “I can’t breathe. I need air. Fresh air. I have to get out.”
Intef slapped him hard on the face with the back of his hand. “We’re not leaving until we’ve gone through these chests.”
Intef opened all the chests one by one and took out everything of value.
Ramose’s breathing slowed. He wouldn’t get out of the pyramid if he panicked. If Intef hadn’t slapped him, he might have gone charging up the passage, fallen down the shaft and drowned in the celestial waters, or taken a wrong turn and ended up back in the poisonous yellow powder.
“Now get up to the upper chamber and I’ll hand this all to you.”
It was a slow business, but at the sight of the treasure Intef’s impatience had completely disappeared. He handed the items one by one to Ramose, up through the hole in the ceiling of the burial chamber. Ramose, in the darkness of the upper chamber, had no choice but to do as he was told.
“We’ll need something to make a bridge across the gap as well.” Intef looked around the chamber. There was a tall shrine in one corner of the chamber. It had two doors covered with delicately patterned gold foil. Inside was a wooden statue of the goddess Hathor. Intef grabbed hold of one of the doors and ripped it from its hinges. Ramose winced at the destruction of such a beautiful thing. Intef handed that up to Ramose as well. Finally Intef came up himself with the lamp.
There were four sacks of treasure. Intef carried three and gave one to Ramose to carry. They retraced their steps. Laying the shrine door across the shaft, they crossed the dark space. Then they crawled through the tunnel, Intef hauling his three sacks behind him.
It seemed to take forever. Ramose just kept thinking of the air and the space outside. Every step he took, every finger-width he crawled, brought him closer to it. He followed the dim light and Intef’s grunts. The smell of the robber’s sweating body just in front of him made him retch, but he kept going. Eventually they reached the end of the tunnel and climbed down to the false burial chamber. As he walked up the final passage, Ramose saw a dark blue square ahead of them, tinged with pink. It was the entrance to the passage. It was almost daybreak.
Hori and Seth were waiting impatiently.
“What took you so long?” called Hori as Intef thrust the ladder out of the hole in the pyramid and climbed down it.
Intef didn’t say anything but threw down the four sacks of treasure. Ramose could hear the greedy sounds of the men gloating over their haul as he climbed down the rickety ladder. His legs were trembling. He was exhausted, parched and hungry. He collapsed on the ground.
“We had a visitor while you were away,” said Hori with a smirk.
Ramose realised there was another figure in the group. Someone with his hands and feet tied. It was Hapu.