Taking a train halfway across the world was only the beginning of Jon's adventure. Tomb thieves and darker, older things are haunting the archaeological site at Alarna. Jon and his brother Tam, the unusual Blackfeather children, and the dig artist A...
Hellin looked in on Jon later after he and Tam had washed up and dressed. She insisted on re-applying wet towels to Jon's head and neck, and giving them both a salve for sunburn. "You'll soon be healthy and brown as Alarnans, but Shandorian skin takes a while to acclimate." She smiled. "Put this cream on every morning and every night, and any time it starts to sting. And wear your hats. How are you feeling, Jon?"
"Quite better now," Jon said, truthfully.
"Good," Hellin said. "Then let us see about dinner."
Dinner proved to be a splendid and crowded affair, and not nearly so formal as Jon had imagined it would be. Mama Darvin was nearly as good a cook as Jon's own mother. Mrs. Darvin, Anna, and Anna's father Harl the quartermaster shared the same long table as the Blackfeathers and their guests. There was a great deal of excited discussion about translations, and digging, and the best way to move a large door. Harl, a big man with a heavy northern accent whose idea of dressing for dinner was wearing a clean shirt rolled up to the elbows, offered the help of his work teams that very evening.
"Let us study it where it is first," the Professor said. "We need to find out more about it, and how it is settled in the passage."
"I want another look at that corridor too, before Anna scampers back into it," Harl said. "I want to make sure that passage is sound and won't come tumbling down. I'd like to shore up those walls with some planks."
"And we might cover the area with tarps as well, so dust won't cover what we've cleaned," Anna said.
"The shade won't hurt either," Hellin said. "And it's my turn to admire the carvings."
After a long, hot, but happy evening of brushing sand from carvings, grubbing for interesting bits of debris on the passage floor, and squinting over translations in a crowded corridor, Jon was all too happy to be able to collapse into his new bed. Everyone had been able to take turns visiting the bathing tents. Now Jon lay on soft quilts, clean, covered in sunburn salve, and happy. He fell asleep quickly.
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Jon was not sure what it was that woke him. He found himself suddenly sitting up wide awake in bed, his heart pounding. He heard a noise then, not close, but from somewhere outside, at a distance. It was a grinding noise, followed by a thud. In the next bed, Tam stirred. Jon climbed quickly out of bed and grabbed his brother's shoulder.
"Tam, Tam, there's something out there!"
Tam rolled over and grunted. He rubbed his eyes and struggled his way out of his sheets. "Where?"
Jon pulled at Tam's arm and dragged his sleepy brother toward the tent flap that led outside. He ducked under and pulled Tam after. The moon was nearly invisible, just a tiny sliver in the sky, and it was quite dark. Jon and Tam threaded their way quietly among the tents, out to the edge of the dig where Jon paused, shivering.
Tam frowned and rubbed his eyes again. "The workmen don't come out here to dig in the middle on the night."
There was rustling somewhere below, and whispered voices. Tam went down the rope ladder, keeping Jon behind him, and they carefully rounded a few corners. When they came closer to the corridor with the carvings, Tam stopped, and Jon peered around him to see the quick glimmer of a hooded lantern and the shadowy shapes of robed figures.
