Who else would try to pull a trick like that in the middle of the night?"
"What in the world are you going on about?" Liam retorted.
Michael scowled at him. It reminded Liam of the look his school principle gave him when he was accosted last year for bringing Sir Nigel the bulldog to class dressed up like the Queen of England.
"We'll talk about it later," Michael whispered curtly.
Mr. MacDonald poured some coffee for Mr. Osiris, and patted him gently on the back. "Mr. Osiris here was just filling us in on some of the details of our trip before you lot came in. Please go on where you left off Aiden."
"Well, as I was saying, the necropolis to which we are traveling is located in the desert a few miles west of Edfu, Egypt. It was originally excavated over twenty years ago, and extensive research was conducted as I'm sure you are aware, Declan. Your uncle Shamus was heavily involved in the process. His expertise and skill in archeological cartography was arguably unparalleled."
"What's archeological cart-grophany?" asked Liam.
"Archeological CARTOGRAPHY," his father retorted, "is the practice of mapmaking for archeological sites and excavations. And please don't interrupt our guest, Liam."
"Quite all right, Declan," said Mr. Osiris. "I love to see a healthy curiosity for the sciences in a sharp young mind."
Liam beamed at his father, who raised an eyebrow and cracked a sarcastic smile back at him.
"Liam," said Mr. Osiris, "when an archeological find is first discovered, it is absolutely essential that meticulous care is taken to make maps and drawings of every detail involved, no matter how minor. Painstaking work must be done to record the location and position of all artifacts, as well as drawings of the chambers. This is especially true for ancient sites such as those found in Egypt. The information gathered can be invaluable in regards to learning about the history, practices, religion, and various other details of a culture. Your great uncle was a world renowned master."
"Is that the same uncle you inherited this castle from, Mr. MacDonald?" Abigail asked.
"Yes dear, it is," he responded. "He disappeared many years ago, and was eventually declared dead. He was a great man, it's a shame you never met him, because he really liked children. I spent a large part of my own childhood exploring the grounds of this castle, and he was always very kind to me. He never had any tikes of his own, and he willed me everything he owned, including McGinty Castle. But we digress. As you were saying Mr. Osiris."
"All right, where was I? Oh yes, now I remember. An entrance to the necropolis was discovered and excavation began some twenty one years ago, and work continued until the Egyptian government closed the site four years later, due to the senior archeologist and five diggers being mysteriously killed."
"Mysteriously killed?" asked Liam. "In what way?"
"Well, there was a partially collapsed chamber far underground that the men were clearing out. It was apparently the burial chamber of a greatly respected and decorated warrior. There were many weapons and military artifacts that had been preserved along with the body of the man. It was a tremendous find and the work was being done very slowly in order to preserve every item and ensure the integrity of the structure.
The team had nearly finished with the work when a passageway was discovered behind the sarcophagus. It led out of the burial chamber and into a small subterranean tunnel, just large enough for one man at a time to crawl through.
The team reported strange sounds and the glow of a dim green light emanating from the opening. Dr. Farley, the senior archeologist, wrote a short description of the events in his journal before he died. From his handwriting, you can tell that he was shaken by the experience. He doesn't mention his own fear, but records that the workers were scared