'A stone sarcophagus,' blurted Giordino with uncharacteristic excitement. 'We've got a sarcophagus.' He rushed over to his console and checked the readings. 'The nonferrous scan shows large amounts of metal inside the cabin area and the sarcophagus.'
'Pharaoh Menkura's gold,' Pitt murmured softly.
'What do we have for a date?'
'Twenty-six hundred B.C. The time frame and configuration are right on the money,' Pitt said, smiling broadly. 'And the computer analysis shows charred wood forward, indicating the bow as burned away.'
'Then we have Menkura's missing funeral barge.'
'I wouldn't bet against it,' said Pitt, his expression set in absolute euphoria.
Marx anchored the research boat directly over the wreck site. Then for the next six hours, Pitt and Giordino subjected the funeral barge to a battery of electronic scans and probes, accumulating an extensive record of its condition and disposition for Egyptian authorities.
'God, how I wish we could get a camera inside the cabin and sarcophagus.' Giordino opened another beer but promptly forgot to drink it in the excitement.
'The inner coffins of the sarcophagus might be intact;' said Pitt. 'But the dampness has probably rotted away most of the mummy. .As to the artifacts . . . who's to say? They might possibly equal the treasures of Tutankhaten.'
'Menkura was a far bigger nabob than King Tut. He must have carried a larger hoard with him for the afterlife.'
'Well we won't see any of it,' Pitt said, stretching his arms to the cabin ceiling. 'We'll be dead and buried ourselves before the Egyptians find the funding to raise and preserve the wreck for the Cairo museum.'
'Visitors,' Marx alerted them. 'An Egyptian river patrol boat approaching downriver.'
'Word travels fast around here,' said Giordino incredulously. 'Who could have tipped them off?'
'A routine patrol,' said Pitt. 'They'll pass by in midchannel.'
'They're coming straight toward us,' warned Marx.
'So much for a routine patrol,' grunted Giordino.
Pitt stood and removed a file folder from a cabinet. 'They're just being nosy and want to check us out. I'll meet them on deck with our permits from the antiquities office.'
He walked through the cabin door into the roasting air outside and stood on the open stern deck. The froth of the bow-wave died away to a series of ripples, the metallic hum of the twin diesels loping on idle as the dark gray patrol boat slipped alongside less than a meter away.
Pitt gripped a railing as the wash rocked the research vessel. He watched casually as two seamen, dressed in the uniform of the Egyptian navy, leaned over the sides and held the patrol boat at bay with padded boat hooks. He could see the captain inside the wheelhouse and was mildly surprised when a hand was raised in a friendly salute but no attempt was made to board. His surprise turned to astonishment when a wiry little man leaped over the gunwales and landed lightly on the deck almost on Pitt's feet.
Pitt gaped at him incredulously. 'Rudi! Where in hell did you drop from?'
Rudi Gunn, the Deputy Director of NUMA, smiled broadly and pumped Pitt's hand. 'Washington. Landed at the Cairo airport less than an hour ago.'
'What brings you to the Nile?'
'Admiral Sandecker sent me to pull you and Al off your project. I have a NUMA plane waiting to fly us to Port Harcourt. The Admiral will meet us there.'
'Where's Port Harcourt?' Pitt asked blankly.
'A seaport on the delta of the Niger River in Nigeria,'
'What's the big hurry? You could have instructed us by satellite communications. Why make the time and effort to tell us in person?'
Gunn made a negative gesture with his hands. 'I can't say. The Admiral didn't make me privy to the reason for secrecy or the mad rush.'
If Rudi Gunn didn't know what Sandecker had up his sleeve, no one did. He was slim, with narrow shoulders and matching hips. Extremely competent, a master of logistics, Gunn was a graduate of Annapolis and a former Commander in the Navy. He had come on board NUMA at the same time as Pitt and Giordino. Gunn stared at the world through thick horn-rimmed glasses and spoke past lips that were most always curled in a mischievous grin. Giordino likened him Wan IRS agent about to make a kill.
'Your timing is ideal,' said Pitt. 'Come on inside. Let's get out of the heat. I've something I want to show you.'
Giordino had his back to the cabin door as Pitt and Gunn entered. 'What did the goochers want?' he asked irritably.
'For you to drop dead,' Gunn answered, laughing.
Giordino spun around, recognizing the little man, and affecting great surprise. 'Oh for God's sake!' He came to his feet and shook Gunn's outstretched hand. 'What are you doing here?'
'To transfer you to another project.'
'Great timing.'
'My thoughts exactly,' Pitt grinned.
'Hi, Mr. Gunn,' greeted Gary Marx, ducking into the electronics cabin. 'Good to have you on board.'
'Hello, Gary.'
'Am I being transferred too?'
Gunn shook his head. 'No, you have to stay here on the project. Dick White and Stan Shaw will be arriving tomorrow to replace Dirk and Al.'
'A waste of time,' said Marx. 'We're ready to wrap up.'
Gunn stared at Pitt questioningly for a moment, then understanding grew iii concert with his widening eyes. 'The pharaoh's funeral barge,' he muttered. 'You found it?'
'A lucky hit,' Pitt revealed. 'And only the second day on the job.'
'Where?' Gunn blurted.
'You're standing on it, in a manner of speaking. She's resting 9 meters under our keel.'
Pitt displayed the digital isometric model of the wreck on the computer monitor. The hours spent in enhancing the colored imagery paid off with a vivid, extremely detailed view of every square meter of the centuries-old ship.
'Indescribable,' muttered Gunn in awe.
'We've also recorded and positioned over a hundred other wrecks dating from 2800 B.C. to 1000 A.D.,' said Giordino.
'Congratulations to the three of you,' Gunn beamed warmly. 'You've pulled off an incredible accomplishment. One for the history books. The Egyptian government will pin medals on you.'
'And the Admiral?' Giordino asked succinctly. 'What will he pin on us?'
Gunn turned from the monitor and looked at them, his face suddenly turned dead serious. 'A dirty, rotten job, I suspect.'
'Didn't he drop a hint?' Pitt pressed.
'Nothing that made any sense.' Gunn stared at the ceiling, recalling. 'When I asked him why the urgency, he quoted a verse. I don't remember the exact words. Something about a ship's shadow and charmed water being red.'
Pitt quoted:
'A verse from `The Rime of the Ancient Mariner' by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.'
Gunn looked at Pitt with new respect. 'I didn't know you could quote poetry.'
Pitt laughed. 'I memorized a few verses, that's all.'
'I wonder what Sandecker has on his evil mind?' said Giordino. 'Not like the old buzzard to get
