And he only rubbed them for ten seconds.
The children and the Priest were in a small, dark chamber.

A square doorway of massive stone let in gleams of shifting light, and the sound of many voices chanting a slow, strange hymn.

They stood listening.

Now and then the chant quickened and the light grew brighter, as though fuel had been thrown on a fire.
'Where are we ?' whispered Anthea.
'And when ?' whispered Robert.
'This is some shrine near the beginnings of belief,' said the Egyptian shivering.

'Take the Amulet and come away.