The Eternal Chamber by Tom Hunter

Author:Tom Hunter [Hunter, Tom]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-09-22T04:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Four

Samuel put his tray down next to Basile’s, taking a seat at the long table in the dining tent.

“Falafel! My favorite,” he beamed, as he took a large bite out of his lunch, ignoring the large blob of sauce that dripped out and down his shirt.

“Samuel!” scolded Basile, but his friend merely grinned and scooped up the sauce with his finger to lick it clean.

Looking around to see if anyone was within earshot, Samuel pretended to focus on his wrap as he spoke.

“Has Waleed said anything interesting yet?” he asked. “Or is he still repeating the same old tired story?”

“Nothing new.” Basile shook his head. “Just that he was trying to steal a few things to line his pockets before he left and the Bruard story was an attempt to win some sympathy.”

“Really?” Samuel put his food down on his plate, clasping his hands in front of his mouth with his elbows resting on the table to try and disguise what he was saying in case anyone attempted to lip read. “Because I think there could be some truth to his story.”

“Mon dieu!” Basile gasped. “How can this be?”

“I just saw someone suspicious at the storage tent,” Samuel explained. “I heard the sound of a radio, but I couldn’t make out what was being said. When I tried to get closer, I fell, alerting whoever it was. They ran off into the dunes.”

“And you didn’t catch them? You’re getting slow in your old age.” Basile nudged Samuel with his elbow.

“They had sand skimmers on,” Samuel protested. “How can I compete in these tatty old shoes? If it wasn’t for that, I would have easily chased them down.”

“I hope he finds the spy soon,” Basile muttered.

“What do you mean?” frowned Samuel.

“What?” Basile did a double take. “I hope we find the spy soon. Funnily enough, a camp follower also mentioned that he saw someone acting suspicious around the storage area, but I didn’t think anything of it. You know what some of the workers are like. Too superstitious for their own good.”

“Basile!” Samuel scolded. “Why didn’t you tell me? That could have been a major clue.”

“Sorry, Samuel,” Basile said. “It all seems so unbelievable. Bruard spies, ancient mysteries… Whatever happened to the days of digging up relics and going home without all this fuss and drama?”

“Times have changed,” Samuel shrugged.

“Did you see if anything was taken?” Basile asked.

“Not that I could determine.” Samuel shook his head. “However, I did find a load of scrolls laid out on the table. Judging by the white paper that had been placed underneath them, I think that the spy may have been taking photos or filming them, but I’m not quite sure why.”

The two friends fell into puzzled silence, Basile finishing the final few bites of his meal.

“So what’s our next step?” he asked, throwing his fork down on the plate when he was done.

“I guess we just be extra vigilant for the moment,” Samuel replied. “Until the Ministry arrives, we can only work with what we have.

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