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SO IT SEEMED that this was determined to be one of those days that consisted of a long string of turds lined up in a row, waiting for me to stupidly blunder into them.
We could do nothing at the site except go back. I hadn’t come because I’d thought there was an awful lot to see at the dig yet, but I’d assumed that those doing the excavation would be interested in the views and experiences of someone who had been alive at the time the ship landed here. I mean—which archaeologist on Earth would refuse the assistance of a real live ancient Egyptian while studying the pharaohs’ graves?
I couldn’t believe that the historians themselves would refuse this assistance, but clearly the Barresh council was assuming ownership of the dig to the point of excluding everyone.
Stupid councillors wit
