Lion, Tiger, Bear | 259 Allo, said Gwafa, hands in the air with scraps of Basra newspaper falling. Behind him were three SS soldiers in tan uniforms, rucksacks, and forage caps, their semi-automatic Walther G41 rifles now cocked with authority. At least they let me finish. Marched to the dig site with their weapons tied to the horse, hands on heads, Bea caught sight of masonry blocks partially exposed, big ones. Well Ill be a… Shitty ol Shieldmaiden, said Alice. One of the SS let go a shot into the air to announce their presence along with prisoners. Acbtungl Kriegsgefangenen. I knew it… exclaimed Bernie with a smile. I fucking knew it! Adrenaline overcoming pain, he curved around a pointed ravelin, limped over the dry moat via a wooden bridge, struggled over a crumbling curtain wall, and touched the weathered ancient stones, melted together with so much precision that even his knifes tip could not penetrate far into the gaps of the angled wall. Solid Quartzite! Most of the site was still buried under meters of soil, much of it unrecognizable even from the air. Dust and debris suddenly fell from above onto his head. He looked up. A pith-helmeted^Mewer^e officer with a thick beard stood fifty feet above them on a huge star point bastion and put hands to hips, tunic unkempt, his jodhpur pants dusty and wrinkled, knee-high laced boots filthy. Arms outstretched in a welcoming fashion, he smiled and spoke in German with an amiable tone. For Got^ sake Uta darling, weve been waiting weeks for you!