posted on Oct, 4 2009 @ 06:31 AM
1927 Saqqara Egypt
David Percival swore under his breath in Arabic about someones mother after hitting his head on the low stone cross beam in entrance way to the the
Pyramid of Anas. Though small and crumbling, it had a special place in Egypts past as for the first time he had uncovered the 128 magical spells of
the Pyramid Texts. The pyramid was once called "Beautiful are the Places of Anas", but today to David and his workers toiling in the hot Egyptian
sun it was little more then a pile of rubble sitting serenely and quietly in the shade of the famous Step Pyramid of Djoser. He had worked here for
the last 3 years uncovering layer by layer the old kings mortuary site.
Along the rubble of what was once the adjoining crooked causeway of Anas' temple complex, the local children of the diggers played in the morning
sun, their Galibyah's flapping in the hot desert breeze. David looked up at them and saw the little girl aged about 7 who never played with the other
children, but would instead sit and watch the diggers toil and sing. She smiled at him and raised her little hand that held a lotus blossom in a
graceful wave. David smiled and beckoned her over. His head hurt and he needed a break a moment from the sand that penetrated his every crevice. She
slid down off the large stone she was sitting on and walked up to him.
"Merhaba little one"
She looked up at him from under her thick black fringe and smiled.
"What is your name?" He asked in Arabic. She continued to smile, but did not answer him.
He pointed with his thumb to his chest and said "Mr Percival"
She smiled and whispered "Udit" so quietly that David wasn't sure if he heard just a breeze or her voice.
She turned and walked up a little way up the causeway to look at a bas relief adorned with men hunting for lions, leopards and giraffes. She looked up
at David who had joined her and imitated throwing a spear and then mimicked casting a net into the river to fish. She spun around giggling and clapped
her hands with glee.
David smiled remembering his own daughter roughly the same age back in Cornwall and realised how much he missed his family. To the Arabs, family meant
more than anything, they found it odd he would leave his own for years at a time. As he reflected on home, the little Arab girl Udit skipped over the
rubble to the North end of the causeway that they had not yet excavated. He followed her and she pointed to the ground from which peeked a stone
block. She looked back at him, smiled and placed her hands over her chest and closed her eyes imitating the position ancient Egyptians were buried in.
As she stood there in a death pose for a few moments David almost felt the sun stop beating. She flung her eyes open, clapped her hands again
giggling, then skipped off back to the other children who played 'mummy' trying to catch one another, ducking and weaving around pillars to try and
evade the risen dead.
He looked down and kicked around the stone block peaking out, sighed and headed back to work on the kings pyramid. He was frustrated that he would
never fully uncover all the parts of this royal mortuary site. Every time he thought he was close they would stumble across another aspect to it.
Currently they were finishing the chamber where the sacred Opening of the Mouth ceremony took place. He made a mental note to work on the semi exposed
slab when time permitted.
David Percival's excavation had moved to the north end of the causeway where they had found a mastaba of a royal family member of the King under the
protroding stone block he saw years ago with the little girl. The first chamber was adorned with conventional Old Kingdom depictions of men in boats
fishing with dip-nets and other scenes of daily local life. David was crammed, hot, cranky and wandering why he worked in this forgotten place for so
long. He personally cleared the millennia of sand in the chapel chamber till he got to the entrance way to the royal burial chamber. The tomb had been
raided by ancient thieves long ago and he expected no treasure to be found. They cleared the final debris and entered the tiny chamber. The ceiling
was covered in Lapis Lazuli stars, the door entrance way told them they were entering the burial chamber of the kings daughter. The princess was
carved into the doorway standing holding a lotus blossom to her nose.
Omar his lead digger joined him to admire the stunning image, without taking his eyes off her he asked.
"Who was she, do we have a name?
David turned and walked to the granite sarcophagus.
"Her name has been lost to time on the outer chambers, hopefully the sarcophagus tells us"
He ran his finger over the hieroglyphic carvings which to his delight also had the 128 magic spells of the pyramid texts.
"The spells again! only the 2nd time we have found them anywhere in all of Egypt, she was truly special. Lets see who you are"
He repeated the spells out loud row by row. He briefly looked up, wiped the sweat dripping into his eyes from the acrid humidity in the cramped
chamber. Returning to study the glyphs he found her name.
"Udit, Princess Udit"
David stood up and faced Omar "Like the little girl of one of the men, there is a Udit if I remember, in fact she showed me this tomb entry a few
Omar furrowed his brow, then scratched his beard "There is no child with this name. This name is not Arabic, it is of the ancients names"
A wind blew in, and with it the soft gleeful sounds of a girl giggling and clapping her hands.
[edit on 4-10-2009 by zazzafrazz]