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Alec Gavins’ first summer job results in love, magic, and adventure.
He comes into possession of an ancient golden amulet which grants his wishes, although never in the way he expects. Alec and friends Marina and her uncle Zack begin researching the pendant, discovering it’s linked with the lost tomb of Alexander the Great. They’ve no idea a malevolent group, also looking for the tomb, are determined to get hold of the amulet—at any price.
Alec’s life becomes a roller-coaster ride when Alexander’s spirit attempts to control him—at a time when Alec’s going to need his wits about him just to survive…
Alexandria, Egypt—88 B.C.
It was close to midnight as the shaven-headed priests moved silently through the huge temple, following their leader, Thutmoses, the High Priest of Ammon Ra. Their goal was the sarcophagus of the last great pharaoh of Egypt, albeit by adoption—Alexander the Great.
When Iskander, as he was known in the land of Ra, crushed the Persian occupiers of ancient Egypt, he had been welcomed as a savior, and he’d proven to be just that. The Persians had tried to force their state religion upon the Egyptians, which had resulted in frequent uprisings in the face of this religious persecution. After all, the native Egyptians had worshipped their pantheon of gods for three thousand years, since long before Persia was even a whisper among the world powers.
Alexander, with his Macedonian and Greek army, had freed Egypt and mandated that the Persian religion would no longer be observed. Going a step further, he worshipped and made offerings at the temple of Ammon Ra, whom the Greeks associated with Zeus, the chief god of their own pantheon.
The Egyptians, in a frenzy of adulation, made Alexander Pharaoh, the first non-Egyptian to receive this honor in thousands of years. He was worshipped as a god, the son on Earth of the king of the gods, Ammon Ra. This deification fit in neatly with a secret that Alexander’s mother had confided in him. His mother, Olympias, had told him he was the son of Zeus. Of course, this had enraged Alexander’s father, so the subject was largely dropped, but Alexander never forgot.
Now the priests of Ammon Ra were going to prevent a sacrilege to the tomb of Iskander, son of Ammon.
Thutmoses spoke to Menes, his second in command, saying, “This latest Greek moron, who styles himself Ptolemy the Ninth, has driven the country into bankruptcy and the Upper Nile into revolt, and now he’s preparing to melt down the sarcophagus of Iskander and spend the money on maintaining his own inept rule. Too many of the tombs of our sacred pharaohs have been despoiled, and I refuse to let the same happen to our savior.”
The small troop of shaven-headed Egyptian priests and muscular Nubian slaves arrived at the sacred precincts of Alexander’s tomb. The golden sarcophagus in which the mortal remains of the great king had been enclosed stood alone in the middle of large room. In the flickering torchlight, it could be seen that the walls and ceiling were covered in colorful murals depicting the life and death of Iskander, as well as his association with the Egyptian gods in the afterlife.
At Menes’ direction, the burly Nubians set their burden down next to the golden sarcophagus. It only took minutes to replace the golden sarcophagus with its duplicate. The duplicate had only a thin veneer of gold covering it, but Ptolemy wouldn’t know the difference. He’d assume that the makers of the coffin had been as venal as he was himself.
Thutmoses said, “Good. Now let us take the real sarcophagus to a safer place.”
Menes smiled and added, “A much safer place.”
The group of hooded priests and sweat-glistening slaves retraced their steps through the funerary temple. No one spoke and no one inquired as to their business at this hour. Thutmoses was well-known, and no one dared to thwart him.
Outside, the slaves loaded the shrouded coffin onto a cart and the procession moved off toward the docks.
Alexandria was one of the great ports of the world, and ships were coming and going at all times. Near one huge pier, a Phoenician galley waited. The slaves removed the heavy sarcophagus from the cart and carried it onto the ship.
Thutmoses turned to Menes and said, “You will take the body of our lord Iskander to the place of the New Temple and erect a pyramid over his tomb, as he wished.”
Menes bowed. “As you command, my lord High Priest. It shall be done.”
Book Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press
No. of Pages: 222
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