He put the rubbings down, and spread them across the table. They were all numbered, one through twenty. Most people went into archeology for the exitement of being the first for hundreds of years to enter a room, or a tomb. He didn't really care for all that climax, to him, finding out how the people that built the rooms, the tombs, lived, breathed, how they spoke, that was his joy.
	He had gone down there to the Chamber yesterday, to take the rubbings. It useually took a day to get that amount of rubbings off a wall. He stayed only as long as he had to, the place was extreemly disterbing to him. It was highly unuseual for North Easten African civalisations to use the theme of skulls and death so much, and so vividly. The pictures on the walls were too life-like for comfort. Apparantly the rest of the team were to open the stone 'door' to enter wherever it led to today.
	After arranging the rubbings, he took a look.
	Something was wrong. Either that, or he had got a sensational piece of archeology there infront of him. A normal language expert would probably have dismissed the rubbings as a praical joke by their team, but he knew that they wouldn't do that to him. The first segment of the text was normal enough, carved in south easten African dialect, from around ten thousand years ago. It was when the text changed from this local dialect to that of the Indus that the wolf felt his hackles rise. The Indus civalisation, othough time wise fitted with the first segment, it was compleatly out of place, origenating, and thought to have tremained, in the Indus river area, at the base of the Hymalayas, in India. Even today precious little is known about their civalisation. Being an expert in these types of little known, and even less used, languages gave Tom the edge, and he read on with only a little difficulty.
	He read aloud for ease. "May the deeds... no... accomplisments of those that are with the gods never be lost, and let their deeds, no its acclomplishments stupid, go toruin... or is it waste? For they have vanquiahed that which cannot be vanquished, that which cannot be stopped."
	This was where the Indus segment of the text cut in.
	"May the nine valts.. or is it prision... hold them for an eternaty. Three barriers for each evil. May the barriers for the corruptor of souls never be opened, lest the sacrifice of he who held... no thats not it... contained..no... both really... be for nought, and that the corruptor of souls once again plagues our people." He read slowly.
	Just as he was about to look at the nexgt section, the ground shook beneith his feet, hard. Tom had trouble to keep himself standing in the Earthquake. It lasted less then thirty seconds, but it scattered all the rubbings everywhere in the small marquie.
	"Damnit!" He growled out as he started to pick up the papers, having to go on all fours to do so. "Thats the third this week."
	It wasn't particually unuseual to have such large quakes here, even on such a frequent basis. It came with the terretory. After all, it was an earthquake larger then that one that uncovered the passage that led to the chamber. The other way was blocked, but by tracing it they found the hidden entrance. It was all par for the course, really, after all, they were in the African Great Rift Vally.
	A Thomson Gazelle stuck her head through the entrance flap. "You ok in there Prof?" She asked in a energetic tone. "A few of us in the dig felt it coming, but it was by and large unexpected. Nothing damaged underground."
	Tom looked up. "Good. Now, I could use some help in picking up these papers." He said grufly. "They were scattered just now."
	The two started the task of collecting the loose papers. At length, Tom asked "When will they start on opening the first door?"
	The gazelle looked puzzled. "First door? We assumed there was only one. By the size of the chamber, and its splendor..."
	"There are more doors." Tom inturrupted. "probably at least three other chambers, too. I've been lookingat the first bit of the texts, before the earthquake. I think we hit something big, in a lot of ways."
	"What do you mean?"
	"Well, there are refrences to three strong 'evils'. I presume that this indicates three kings, or at least rulers of some kind. Apparantly they were buried here with the people that overthrew them. So there should be a wealth of items inside, both from the origenal leaders, and those that vanquished them. I think we found three civalisations not yet known about. Anoter fascinating thing is that at least one language is non-native." He translated.
	Her eyes opened. "Oh, really? That sounds great! It makes everything worth it!" She piped up.
	Tom paused, then asked, again. "So, when will they have thet damn rock door opened Sally?"
	She shrugged. "I have no idea. It's solid, one piece of stone. Max had to resort to the pnumatic drill, and they dug three feet into rock. Mark and Jill are sure it's hollow, but Hank is starting to think it's a trick of some sort. At least the writings say there is something after that stone door! Say, you said at least one of the texts is non-native, right? Well, who wrote it?  I mean, how non-native is it, South African, West African tribes?" She inquired and informed.
	Tom looked back at her. "Further. The writing is Indus."
	Sally dropped the papers she had picked up and gave a short gasp.