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. . . . .In the depth of the temple, our guide shows us a trap door. Scrambling down a short staircase, crawling through a small opening we find ourselves in a cool, cramped corridor. Lit by a string of electric lights, the walls shine. They are made of alabaster, beautifully carved in low relief. Paint still clings in places while others are polished by the touch of generations. . . . . . This is the god Horus. He is standing on the glyph that means gold. The cartouche that he is protecting is that of the Greek pharaoh Ptolemy XII better known to his friends and associates as Iwaenpanetjernehem Setepptah Irmaa. |
