Masters jumped backwards, away from the lead coffin, his face ashen.

The eyelids of the corpse had flickered open, and the eyes, eyes of a pure and brilliant and unsullied cerulean blue, were staring straight up at the roof of the cave.

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‘You should have waited,’ Angela said calmly.

‘What?’ Donovan asked, still staring at the body.

‘You should have waited. You should have opened the coffin in a controlled environment, not way out here. There’s no way of stopping this now.’

‘Stopping what?’

‘You heard that noise, just like the rest of us. And now it’s too late. Far too late.’

‘Look!’ Masters said. ‘Look at the body.’

Before their eyes, the corpse had started to change, the flesh shrinking and changing colour, and a sudden odour of decay, sharp and unpleasant, the smell of rotting and long-dead meat, permeated the cave.

‘Sealing the coffin would have arrested the decay process,’ Angela said, her voice strained. ‘That crackling sound was some of the bones starting to crumble, and the eyes snapping open must have been caused by the muscles of the eyelids contracting as they decayed. Now the body’s making up for lost time. That’s why you should have waited.’

‘Nooo!’ Donovan howled, the sound loud in the confined space, and he leapt forward.

He plunged his hands into the coffin, grabbing for the corpse itself. Seizing the right hand, he ripped off one of the fingers, holding it up in triumph.

‘This is all I’ll need!’ he shouted. ‘This will be enough.’

The others recoiled in horror, but only one of them moved.

‘Sacrilege!’ Killian screamed, and launched himself across the end of the open stone coffin straight at Donovan.

The two men tumbled to the ground in a tangle of arms and legs, rolling over and over. They crashed into the crumbling skeleton that lay beside the coffin, a cloud of dust erupting from the ancient body as they crushed it against the ground.

Masters took a couple of steps towards them, to try to separate the two battling figures, then stopped, his head cocked on one side.

‘You hear that?’ he asked.

‘What?’ Then Bronson heard it too. A dull rumbling that seemed to emanate from the very walls all around them. And one glance told him what was causing it.

‘Get out!’ he yelled. ‘Get out now.’

Bronson grabbed Angela and shoved her towards the entrance to the outer cave. An entrance that was closing fast as the noise grew in intensity, a deafening rumbling that now echoed around the stone chamber.

They were caught in a trap that had been waiting for them for two millennia.

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Cross darted through the opening, Masters barely a yard behind him. Bronson pushed Angela into the fast- closing gap.

It was now so narrow that she had to turn sideways to slide through. The moment she stepped into the outer cave she reached back for Bronson. But before she could grab his arm, a powerful hand seized her from behind and pulled her away from the entrance.

Masters reached into the gap and jammed the crowbar lengthwise at chest-height between the cave wall and the moving stone door, and the rumbling sound suddenly diminished.

‘Now!’ he yelled. ‘Get out now! This won’t hold it for long.’

Bronson didn’t hesitate, just ducked down and forced himself head-first into the gap. As he eased his body through, he could feel the stone door vibrating as some ancient unseen mechanism tried to force it closed against the flimsy steel barrier of the crowbar.

‘Chris!’ Angela was growing frantic in the outer cave.

Bronson thrust his torso through the gap at the base of the stone door, kicking out strongly with his legs to force his body through.

In the cave’s inner chamber, Donovan kicked Killian’s unconscious body to one side and dived across the stone floor. Somebody was in front of him, trying to wriggle through the remaining gap. Donovan reached out, grabbed the man’s leg and pulled as hard as he could.

Bronson felt the tug on his leg and looked back. He could see Donovan right behind him, doing his best to drag him back into the inner chamber, and kicked out. The sole of his foot connected with Donovan’s face, and he lurched backwards, blood streaming from his broken nose, his grip on Bronson’s leg instantly loosening.

Bronson made a final effort and pulled himself through the gap, rolling across the floor of the cave to clear the opening as quickly as possible.

On the other side of the moving door, Donovan thrust himself forward, diving headlong into the narrow space.

‘Nick, help me!’ he shouted as he started to force his way through the gap.

Masters stepped forward and reached down to grab Donovan’s out-stretched arm.

Then the stone door gave a sudden lurch and Masters looked up. The crowbar was starting to bend under the enormous pressure of the moving slab of stone. He grabbed Donovan’s hand and started to pull, but even as he did so he knew it was too late.

Donovan felt an enormous, intolerable pressure on his chest as the stone door started moving again, started closing the gap. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move.

He felt a snap as the first of his ribs broke, then his chest caved in, a sudden excruciating shaft of agony that seared through his very being. And then he felt nothing at all as the crowbar snapped and the stone slab finally slammed into place, the ancient stone rollers crumbling to dust with the impact, jamming the door closed for another eternity.

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