"Steve
Watson is the Senior Archaeologist working the Necropolis [burial ground] at El
Sharma, some sixty miles West of Luxor. This ancient place is almost forgotten;
except by the people who work there. Egypt at this time is under British
control and in the November of this year, a certain Howard Carter would amaze
and shock the world with the discovery of Pharaoh Tutankhamen's stunning tomb.
But there was a far more important tomb discovered that year and its very
existence would be completely denied; that was Tomb ES-42 and its discovery
should have changed the world. Jericho Tibbs is dispatched to ensure it
doesn't."
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Stephen Williams
THE AUTHOR.
Author’s notes
about this episode:
[1] A little extra warning: this episode contains some anti-religious sentiments which might disturb some
readers.
[2]
The original Title for this episode was: ‘ANEBOS.’
[3]
A ‘Temporal Detectives’ original story.
[4]
This episode is a favourite of the author!
[5] "TOMB ES-42.” The original illustration for this episode was created by the author, as was this episode, which was also conceived and written by him. Copyright © 2011-2025 Stephen Williams. Please, no reproduction of any part without written permission.
[6]
There is No 'Alexandra' series adult extended version currently available.
[7] The episode makes reference to the Discovery of the tomb of Pharaoh Tutankhamen in 1922. It is probably one of the most famous incidents in history; but for further background information please view the 'WIKIPEDIA' entry HERE.
Episode details:
Concept
date: 15th April 2020.
First
published: 4th September 2020
Status: COMPLETED & PUBLISHED.
Location:
BOOK SERIES 2 – EPISODE 7.
Revisions:
3 [last revised October 2022]
Version:
Final.
Published
Episode No. 19
Previous
episode: “The Legend of Captain Hernando
de Plaza.”
Next
episode: “The phantom gunfighters of Red
River cemetery.”
Age
recommendation: 12+
Average
reading time: Approximately 75 Minutes.
Angel-in-charge: Margret
Team
Assigned: Team 74
Mission: 9 - 301019 - 4 - 1922
Human times:
Gregorian Calendar: MCMXXII
Muslim Calendar: 1340 - 1341 [AH]
Hebrew calendar: 5682 - 5683
Christian Calendar: 1922AD
Episode Preview:
"TOMB ES-42."
1. TEMPLE OF KARNAK, DAY 3, PERET (GROWING SEASON) 1452BC.
The young man with a clean shaven head knelt on the hard stone floor,
both arms outstretched, staring up at the colossal Ram headed statue towering
before him. His lips were moving, but Anebos was not speaking to anyone, including
the ‘father of the Gods: Amen-Ra’, no, the young priest was talking to the self
proclaimed deity which had invaded his thoughts and dreams for the last few
months. In the semi-darkness of the great holy temple he could feel no serenity
or calm and certainly not the presence of the great Egyptian god he knelt
before. Suddenly he fell forward and prostrated himself at the feet of the stone
God and called out in a trembling voice; “Why do you torment me? Why have you
come to me with such evil heresy, foul blasphemy and dark corruption of my
heart! “Anebos ran both hands over his bald head and shook violently, shouting
“NO! NO! I don’t believe you! As there is mortal family in Kemet, so there is
divine family! How can just you have made everything, know what each of us
think and yet you have no form!”
He was now back on his knees and sobbing. The deity was now whispering
some terrible things to the pious Egyptian about his precious ‘Gods’. Anebos
wiped his face and staggered to his feet, shouting again; “NO! You lie! You are
just in my head……” That’s when he found himself standing in strong sunlight, in
the middle of the permanently dark inner sanctum of Egypt’s greatest God. He
was bathed in rich bright light so strong that he shielded his eyes and called
out for mercy. Then the light was gone and young Anebos staggered up and
stumbling, headed for the big dark wooden door. He stopped by it and took
several deep breaths, then tugged furiously until a small gap appeared which he
could squeeze through. He raced down the steps and suddenly stopped in the
middle of the plaza. Anebos looked about; he was alone between the two huge
rows of statues depicting the senior Gods and Goddesses of Kemet. He turned 360
degrees; twice.
That’s when the terrible realization came upon the young man who had
dedicated his life to these ‘Gods’. That they were empty stone statues created
by the hand of man and nothing more: only bought to life by men telling stories
about them. They were nothing without the hands and words of man to bring such entities to
life. No, these God’s didn’t create man, man created them. That realization was
so strong that Anebos collapsed on the path and cried out for mercy: his heart
was in utter turmoil. All that he had learnt over the last ten years at the
temple school for priests had been lies: fabrications of men to control other
men. The deity in his head told him to sleep and when he awoke, he would
instruct Anebos how he would serve him.
It was the old priest Osiris- An and his young apprentice that found
Anebos sprawled on the pathway between the rows of silent stone gods. Together
they managed to arouse him and Anebos sat up and smiled at the pair, thanking
them for their kindness. The old priest suggested he should rest but Anebos
patted his shoulder and smiled again; “No my old friend, I have my father’s
work to go about.” That puzzled Osiris-An; he had known Anebos since he had
arrived at the temple as a boy and knew that he had no known father. Anebos’s
mother always said that she was touched by no man and that his birth had
surprised her beyond belief. The woman decided that since he was a ‘gift’ from
the gods; they could have him back as a gift from her. The Chief priest of the
great temple had accepted him despite being somewhat skeptical about his
mother’s story! Now he strode off towards the main gates of the temple and
passed by the bored guards that manned it and into the busy streets. There were
people everywhere and it contained many stall’s selling goods and various animals
to purchase for sacrifices to the Gods.
An elderly woman standing over several wicker baskets with her young
grandson called to him, saying she had the finest birds for sacrifice that
could be bought outside the great city of Thebes. He stared past her and saw
two men selling lambs and baby goats for blood sacrifices to please the gods.
Anebos found himself saying quite loudly; “God doesn’t want blood but your
love.” Several of the crowd gathered around him and two women – one nursing an
infant at her big breasts – asked him which god wanted love and not blood. Her
elderly mother gripped a thick stick and asked her daughter who was talking.
She told her it was a priest from the big temple. The old woman didn’t smile,
almost spitting out the words; “What! Does he want more gold? What does he
desire? Be wary my daughter, I may have no sight but I can see charlatans clear
enough!”
Anebos felt compelled to walk straight up to her and ask; “Old mother does your God love you?” Really surprised at such a question the
old woman mumbled; “I don’t know sir, there are so many gods and I don’t think
any really loves anyone…..” Anebos interrupted her and placed his hand upon her
brow; “The one great God that made the world and all creatures that inhabit it
asks for nothing but your love and in return will love you.” The old woman
staggered back, her trembling hands covering her eyes. She started to sob which
enlarged the crowd greatly.
Finally, she pulled her hands from her face and stared about, then fell
to her knees screaming – almost hysterically – that she could see! Her daughter
embraced her sobbing mother and started crying too. Several of the crowd
started shouting about the young magician who had restored the sight of old
blind Tye, the widow of Geb, the long dead cutter of stone. Many knew she had
lost her sight some years ago and could see nothing but bitter darkness. Her
family had nearly bankrupted themselves with sacrifices to the God Thoth, all
to no avail: the darkness had remained until now.
Anebos walked slowly away with several beggars and some disabled former
soldiers trailing behind, calling out for mercy. That was when he was joined by
another young man – Darius, who worked in his father’s bakery – and the pair
walked together in silence until Darius finally said; “So, where does your
magic powers come from Priest? Which God favours you above all other men?”
Anebos stopped and smiled at the man; “No God that you know my friend; he has
no need of statues, temples, land or dead animals or birds! He has no priests
since we are all his priests! All he wants is your love and for you to love him
and your brothers and sisters; simple as that.”
The young man rubbed his face, thinking; “So, if he has no temple or
priests where does he reside? I mean the father of the gods; Amen-Ra resides
here at the great temple, so where does your one live?” Anebos chuckled; “Big
empty stone statutes reside here and nothing more, attended by equally empty priests
practicing empty and pointless rituals for themselves so that other men will
bend their knee to them and their ideas. The one true god resides in every
single one of us and you do not need a priest to find him!”
Anebos walked on, quite conscious that the crowd following was getter
larger by the minute and equally noisier, so he was now becoming a little
concerned how the city guard would deal with it.
Darius, now utterly intrigued, rushed to catch up and question this
strange priest more. He had witnessed the miracle of old Tye with his own eyes
and desperately wanted to know more, especially about this sole God who sounded
utterly peculiar demanding nothing but love and commanding only that people
should love each other! Darius knew that the Jewish slaves of Pharaoh
worshipped a single God and he wondered if this was the same deity. “Maybe he
wants to enlarge his flock.” Darius softly muttered to himself and was joined
by his old school friend Aharon the silversmith’s apprentice, who asked what
was happening and why the crowd was following the young priest.
Darius smiled and found himself saying that the priest’s god was truly
powerful and real, unlike all the bloody stone statues that did fuck all
despite how much you prayed or sacrificed to them! When he told Aharon that THE
‘God’ only wanted love from his people, Aharon was really intrigued: he hadn’t
prayed to any God in some years: like his father, he thought it was all just
stories to keep the peasants working hard for the nobles. He demanded Darius
explain more and was told to follow the priest like he was going to do; the
priest would have the answers: and so the pair did.
Several of the city guard stood and watched the crowd passing by chanting
the name of the priest who strode in front of them like a commanding general.
The officer unfolded his arms and gestured to the priest; “Come on men, let’s
see why he’s disturbing the Pharaoh’s peace outside the great temple.” His men
followed as he headed straight for Anebos and his crowd of noisy followers.
"TOMB ES-42" CONTINUES IN 'TEMPORAL DETECTIVES' BOOK SERIES 2 [EPISODE 7.]
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