I John W. Warner IV Gwafa undid a filthy canvas roll. Out, trois. Plenty of pitch left on them. Perhaps a water source is the cause of the cool breeze. Evaporation, yes? What the hell, lets go on an explore. Im bored to death sitting on my bruised arse. Id like a bath myself, said Takuta. Bea took a lit torch. The Kiwis on to something there. She crawled through the small opening after about sixty feet of meandering cave. The tunnel became narrower and darker. When they reached a wall of tightly stacked stone, Bea knocked a few down so they could crawl through the opening. When the three of them crawled through, the tunnel pitched downward steeply. Who in hell built this rat trap? she asked. Gwafa held on to her arm. Careful, madame, go slowly. At the end of the long slope, another wall about ten feet high met them. But its large blocks were polished to a shine and were expertly stacked and fitted. Bea rapped her knuckles on the stones. Now what? And wheres the cool air coming from? Takuta wandered a bit and found a chiseled stone out of place. His torch flickered. Here. Its coming through from here. They all peeked through. I see a floor, a little sunlight, and something black in the distance. Ill go first, said Bea. Gwafa pushed her out of the way. No, I will go, madame.Too dangerous. Grave robbers must have opened this place long ago. He slithered his tall thin frame through, flashed his torch around for a good look, then held his hand for her to enter. Safe. Bea struggled through, remembering the last film she saw in Alexandria. Bloody Blackamoor Tarzan, you. And Im the Green Goddess. Takuta struggled with his wide frame and big shoulders. Not a chance. Im too thick, mum. Ill wait in here. Bea smiled at him. Right. Hold the fort. Well have a look-see. Inside, the domed room spanned forty meters or so wide. Bea shined her torch near the huge, perfectly-fitted polygonal blocks that walled the circular chamber. Must be a hunnerd tons apiece, I reckon. Look how finely fitted these stones are, as if melted into one another. The odd geometric angles keep it all intact during an earthquake. Just like the ruins in Peru.