 Without barrier, death unto all eternity, the tomb of Queen Bartusia has been desecrated. Bring me the offenders that I may lay upon them the curse of the pharaohs of Egypt. Two thousand plus science fiction adventures in the world of tomorrow. Two thousand plus presents the temples of the pharaohs. Big findings will be ready on tape recordings at time of arrival. Anthropological findings, as usual. That is all. It is usual. Well, lovely. Now, only science is the once-was-life on almost every one of those cold, deadly, sigma-wave telescopes, right? Let's see. Maybe we just left. We have a circle, medium formation, our own solar system, the North Star. Oh, heaven's sake, Wilson, what a sky! The sky is wrong, Sebastian. You mad? Am I? Well, all right, you tell me. Go on, look for yourself. Where's Mater's comet? What's wrong with that sky? There's back where it must have been a few of the orbits of space and time. Folks of a wheel. V.C. The tomb of Coop. Well, where is the V.V.V.Sphinx? They... Sure, something went wrong when we left Mute. But he's unlocksed itself in that linen tuner. There's a whole band, sir. And they... V.C. The tomb of your mother desecrated. The sacred vessels of life after death. That you should be destroyed by those who will not let her rest in. Oh, strangers. With great dark eyes and trusted heart. Egypt is vast. And due to help you, even though our hearts too bleed for the little prince, the audio wave amplifies. I suppose we can't smash them. They're just a cat. All your wave detectives. Your words, small ideas that do not comprehend. They... It is magic that reaches forward. Then it must be broken. You brought me to death from a dagger in the dark. And now, my son, my little prince. If you find the prince, I will make the gardens offerings of a lectrum and gold. Jewels and linen beyond compare. But we must not let the shadow of the sundial pass another segment. And with the little prince flat. And there's many times... You've seen the waves which it produces move out in ever-widening circles. Invisible ripples keep spreading through the water. See, I do not understand how shall this recall my son? The spoken in the water produces waves in the air which spread in ever-widening circles to be heard by the naked ear. Only instead of tapping with my fingers to find the hollow cave beyond the entrance, I'm hitting the surface of this rock with a radar. We'll need the slaves to move it. And then I'm going in. I mean, we're going in. One of us has to stay out here to organize a rescue party just in case anything happens. I'll keep in touch with you on the short wave. Tell the deputy that you're on keyboard. Better show him what you want. Why is that? Then let him prove it by drinking the wine. He's eager to rise. We find your great birds upon this very spotting easter which guards the river Nile. There shall be carved from this mountain a statue complete in every detail.