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Relic radio. This is Relic Radio. Sci Fi Old Time Radio Science fiction stories from relicradio.com. Death without burial Death unto all eternity. The tomb of Queen Barcutia has been desecrated. Bring me the offenders that I may lay upon them. The Curse of the Pharaohs of Egypt 2000Plus Science Fiction Adventures in the World of Tomorrow 2000Plus presents the Temples of the Pharaohs. Wilson aboard Spaceship ES calling Earth. Spaceship ES calling Earth. This is. There it is, Sebastian. Sonar beam indicating contact and frequency Gamma Before I even start to message. Right. With spaceship Eos rocket class C, Robert Wilson in command. Professor Sebastian reporting to Bureau of Astral Research and Statistics. Our geological and atmospheric findings will be ready on safe recordings at time of arrival. Anthropological findings as usual. That is all. Anthropological findings as usual. Well, love that committee. It's too bad about them. We can't find intelligent life with her. Isn't any. No. Only signs of. There once was life on almost every one of those cold dead. What's that? Robot Directional alarm direction. We'll swing you off our course. You're sitting right there at the controls. Corrected. What do you think I'm trying to do? That's no good. What do you mean, what's no good? The controls. The dials and the electron rockets. They're working fine. Something's wrong outside. We're not traveling in free space. That's impossible. Is it this? Is that vibration? Some kind of whirlpool. A space whirlpool. Light. What happened to the light? Where are you? I can't see you. Are you here? Sebastian? Say something. I can't hear you. Hello, Sebastian. Spaceship ears calling Earth. Spaceship Ears calling Earth. Ears to Earth with Wilson. Yes. Sebastian? You all right? I. I think so. I. I'm weak and my head is spinning. But what happened? Wilson? The light. The vibration. All I know is we blacked out. Both of us. What was it? What caused it? I don't know. Whatever it was, we passed through it safely and the ship's unharmed. That's only one trouble, Professor. Trouble. I can't contact Ed. I've been trying for hours. Nothing. Are you sure you're beaming the signal in the right direction? You said our controls weren't working. They're working perfectly now. I'll check our bearings again. Turn on the Sigma wave telescope. Right. All right. Now, let's see. There's the Great Horned Galaxy that we just left. Beyond that, at 20 degrees, the 12 gaseous galaxies. The star of the outer circle. And down below, the bright medium formation. Our own solar system. The North Star. Wait a minute. What is it? But it just can't be. Oh, for 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? Mater's Comet went right there. But no, no, it's gone. It's not there. Right. It's not there. And there are other things wrong with that sky. The constellations are all twisted up. Malice Comet is back where it must have been a few thousand years ago. Sebastian, I've got it. That sky. That sky is the sky of about 5,000 years ago. How can that be? What does it mean? It means we've been knocked out of our own time orbit. We've been hurled 5,000 years back in the past. The whirlpool thrust us. A whirlpool? It was the universal space time conversion center, where all the orbits of space and time convergence like the spokes of a wheel. Only we came out on the wrong spoke. When we get back to Earth, Sebastian, if my calculations are correct, we will be in Egypt in the year 3000 BC. That's it, Sebastian. Roll the landing alarm. Strap yourself in. Say your prayers without a crash. Land a mess. 30 seconds. Ah. Ah. My head. Sand was hot wet on the sky. The sky before we crashed. It was wrong. Made us comet. All wrong. Sebastian. Sebastian. I can't move my arms, my legs. Sebastian. I'm here, Wilson. Only a few feet away, in the shadow of the rocket exhaust tube, unchained, chained hand and foot, there's a stake driven to the ground. I can't. And there's no use struggling with it. I'm chained too. We'll die here in this vast desert. Blood. The buzzards are starting to circle over us. Help. Help. Thank you, Frank. If anyone heard you, they wouldn't understand. You only frighten them. Someone will come. The one who bound us in these chains. You're out of your mind. You talk as though you know where we are, why we're bound. I do, Wilson. You were right. We're in the great burial grounds of Egypt. The royal graveyard of Giza. Giza? Giza? Are you mad? Where are the pyramids? The Pharaohs? Where is the tomb of Khupa? Where is the Sphinx? They haven't been built yet, Wilson. Now there are only limestone crags, 20 miles of them, towering to the heavens. Don't you understand? You are right. This is Egypt. These chains, Sebastian, look at them. Gold. Of course they're gold. Chains are fashioned of solid gold. Because we're in the age of gold. Sometime around the year 3000 BC. You're the scientist. You said yourself the sky looks as it must have 5,000 years ago. Before the exodus of the Israelites from Egypt. Oh, there. Sun's rising. And there's someone coming toward us. I must be insane. We both must be sure something went wrong when we hit the space time terminal. The instrument panel showed it. But to have really been thrust back 5,000 years. Sebastian, that creature coming toward us. An Egyptian. An Egyptian? Off a vase in a mutine. Him. The hair falling over the ears, the tunic, the scalp brings. Lie back. Let me do the talking. Solomon, I greet you in the name of Osiris, God of fertility and the Nile. There's no need to crack the whip. Your wish is our desire. We are messengers of Osiris and the sun God, Ra. You're wasting your time. Sebastian. He doesn't hear. He can't talk. This man is a deaf nuke. He's unlocking the chains. He's motioning to us to rise. Wants us to follow it. Very well. And hurry, before he lashes us into action. Look at those tapestries, Wilson. They're priceless. And those vases with the lotus flowers and ebony and gold. This is an archaeologist dream of heaven. We must be in the Great House. Your death knew there's an interested in archaeologists. Heaven. You better keep walking quietly. The Great House. Palace of the Pharaohs. Even if we die here, it'll have been worthwhile just to Luke on the south. I don't know what that one said, but the whip's clear enough. Following through that door. But that. That's the throne room. I've seen pictures of it reproduced from beams on German walls. And that tall one with a great gold ring on his left hand. The green Besoff's face. Galvan Quest is the hero. Stand direct, Sebastian. Look at them. So we're gods. You're no actor. Neither am I. But you've one ounce of drum in your soul. Now's the time to use it in our 2000 plus 100 gadgets. He's getting up. Is the voice banished? Yes. I need a moment. So to warm it up. It'll overcome the language barrier. It always has. Walk slowly. Very slowly. Ty, man, talk with me. Decree. Noble Pharaoh, we come to you as messengers of the sun God, Ra and Osiris, God of seals and of the rivers. Our ways are the ways of the gods. And we bring you miracles of life and life after death. The first miracle will now be passed. O Pharaoh. Listen, O Pharaoh, and our words will be understood by you and yours by us. Speak to us, O Pharaoh, and Khulifar asks that you tell us from whence your great sky bird comes. The gods have sent us, Caulifar. Before we speak again, strike the chains from our wrists, that our thoughts may be of peace and understanding. So be it, Vizier, to come. Strike the bond. Remove the bond from the wrists of the strangers. They have spoken in a strange tongue that is not ours, nor yet the tongue of Babylonia and Assyria. And yet the words have meaning, even as your words, O Pharaoh, have meaning for us. Why have you come within our gates, strangers? We know not why, O Pharaoh. The will of the gods, Ra is strange and unpredictable. Our course was charted without our knowledge. The great skybird that brought us here lies upon the sands of Giza, tired from the journey. We must return at once to care for it. Let food and water be brought to the sky bird that it may be refreshed. Prepare draughts of oil and precious spices and fresh shifts of linen for the strangers. I, Kolipa, adore all Egypt, bid you welcome to the land of the Nile and invite you to rest before you return to the great burg. Toucan. Toucan awaits the royal command. Let the high priest prepare a feast for the sun God Ra and his messengers. Lead them to their chambers, now that they may bathe and rest. I, Caulifar, have spoken. The star who knows me not goes dark or Ammon. But as for him who knows thee, he shines. The temple of him who assailed thee is in darkness. But the whole earth is in line. If we really became disoriented at the space time terminal. If we're really in Egypt in the year 3000 BC. If, if, if. For heaven's sake, man, if we're not here, we're in heaven. Then do you think we are? Now, I. I'm not a physical scientist, but I am an archaeologist, so I must believe it. I see an artifact and I can place the civilizations of a century. Well, impossible or not, this place is Egypt in 3000 BC. And the name Khulifar is the name of an Egyptian pharaoh of distinction who ruled about that time. Now, finish wrapping yourself in that linen tunic. There's a whole band serenading it. The Grand Vizier of Duka, King Caulifar, sits beside the pool of the palace garden and awaits you. We are on Earth to if you will lead us, we will follow through this portal, along this path. The gods have been good to Egypt, Yukon. Your linens and gold, your tapestries and sculptures are beyond compare. Our quarrel is not with the gods. We have enemies abroad. There are those who say Egypt must strike out. Pharaoh rests upon his royal couch. He plays with the lilies of the pool. And always his eyes are upon his queen. She is there beside him. I leave you now. Come closer. Emissaries of the gods approach the royal presence. Queen his butt. Who wishes to gaze upon you? How fair their skin. How like gold. Their hair shines in the sun. Ever seen eyes so blue? Your men so stalwart? Nor we of queens so beautiful. Have you rested well? Messengers of Ra. What do the gods of Egypt have in the warning? Why are the brasses sounded? What new tragedy has struck the house of Cauliflower? Nay, for the second time since the moon was in its infancy, the tomb of your mother desecrated the sacred vessels of light. After death that you should be destroyed by those who will not let her rest in peace. And now, Caesar. Amphitheus. Who comes? O king. My tongue is rooted, my throat distressed. The brass is sound. What new misfortune to come? Speak to me, vizier, Or I will have that tongue torn from its roots and have thee rended limb from limb. Speak. What plague has descended now upon the house of Pharaoh? The little prince don't want. No help, no son, no the gods murdered. Even as he lay in his golden cradle, Some madman intent on evil snatched him from his linen sheets. The little prince has been abducted. Holy far, Pharaoh of all Egypt. Command you, my soldiers and slaves, to search the bulrushes and the riverbeds and fields and houses. My son must be found alive or dead. Bring me back the flesh of my flesh. The prince who is the last of the line of Caulifa. I, Caulifa, king of Egypt, issue this warning for those who have robbed the grave of the dead queen, my mother. Those who have robbed the cradle of my son, the living prince. The penalty is death without burial. Death for all eternity. I have spoken. See how the lily flows upon the bosom of the Nile. The body of my child may be feeding them. You are messengers of the gods have said so. You have magic far beyond the powers of the court magicians. The instrument that makes your speech and ours intelligible to each other. The great bird that carries you through the heavens. These are miracles beyond the dreams of even a pharaoh. You must use this magic. Even to the gods of Hero. There are some things that are not possible. Our magic cannot. Find yourself. He is so little. Stranger, with great dark eyes. And trust in his heart. Egypt is vast. Your Majesty, there is nothing we can do to help you. Even though our hearts too beat for the little prince. Perhaps. Yes, perhaps we may fail, King Caulifar. We may rouse false hopes and leave your spirit even more troubled than it is now. But there is a machine which rests in our flying bird. Our spaceship machine. Will the audio wave amplifiers fulton tight, Sebastian. Just a chime on your wave, Detective. Your words fall on ears that do not comprehend. They cannot, oh, sir. For this is magic that reaches forward into time. Forward into the vast infinity of the future. But the machine whereof I. Then it must be brought here at once. Listen to me, strangers. Messenger of Ra and Osiris. Thrice the house of Caulifa has been struck the grave of the queen. My mother has been defiled by grave robbers. I have but lately eluded death from a dagger in the dark. And now, my son, my little prince. If you find the prince, I will make the God offerings of electrum and gold jeweled and limit beyond compare. I would erect a temple. Yes, yes, Pharaoh. But we must not let the shadow of the sundial pass another segment. The machine must be brought here at once. This. This is the room in which the foul deed was done. This is the cradle in which the little prince slept. And there, beyond the cedar doors where the guards were struck slain, I toucan did hear, but the prince is gone now. Why do you tarry here while his abductor's taken beyond our reach? It is here, O Pharaoh, with this magic device, the miracle must be performed. For it is in this very chamber that we shall hear the words of the conspirators. There is no sound here save the drone of your. Your amplifier. Amplifier? Have you ever stood upon the banks of the river Nile, O Pharaoh, and tossed the pebble into the water? Yes, yes. Many times. You've seen the waves which it produces move out and ever wonder, widening circles, the waves become fainter and fainter until at last the naked eye cannot see them. But the motion is still there. The invisible ripples keep spreading through the water even until the great river flows into the sea. I do not understand. How shall this recall, my son? The spoken word, O Pharaoh, like the pebble in the water, produces waves in the air which spread in ever widening circles and finally become too weak to be heard by the naked ear. Here. But this magic device, Caulifar, can give new strength to the waves and make them audible. Listen. Another voice. A child. Silence the child quickly, lest the other gods hear him. You know what Is to be done now. When all has been carried out according to plan, we will meet in the tomb of Barnesia. Make haste now and be before we are discovered in the tomb of Artija. But if that is impossible, who would desecrate the tomb of the dead? Whoever would dare steal the child of the dead great Pharaoh? Any man who defiles a sacred tomb is struck dead. Nevertheless, if you want to find your son, that is where we must go. The wise men from the skies do not know, Excellency, that there is no access to the tomb of Bartisha, that its entrance has been sealed secretly for all eternity so that the living may not disturb the dead. I will find an opening. Kolipa. The miracles of the great bird are not exhausted. Send the deaf mute Ankimon with me to show me the tomb, and I will force it to yield its secret. But you cannot it be so. And may the God wrath smile upon you. What are you up to, Wilson? How are you going to get through a mountain of limestone? You'll see, my lad, because you're coming with me. Oh, give it up, Wilson. For hours we've been crawling along the outside of his tomb looking for an empress. There isn't any. I'll keep trying till I've covered every inch with this radar projector. Radar projector? What is it? What's it supposed to do? Drill holes in solid rock? You know how a doctor taps your chest to see where it's hollow, where it's not percussion on a mountain? That's exactly what I'm doing. Only instead of tapping with my fingers to find a hollow cage cave beyond the entrance, I'm hitting the surface of this rock with a radar. If I come to a hollow spot, well, I'll be able. Sebastian, listen. Sounds different. It is different. This is it, Sebastian. This boulder is the gateway to the tomb of Bish. Signal the deaf mute Komo. We'll need his slaves to move it. And then I'm going in. You mean we're going in. One of us has to stay out here to organize a rescue point party just in case anything happens. I'll keep in touch with you on the short wave. The deputy rank better show him what you want. Here. You. All of you. Like this? Yes, that's the idea. Let his fashion one, two are he's giving. We found the entrance to the tomb again. 1, 2, 3. 1. 1, 2, 2, 3. Make way for the chariot of the strangers. Make way for the chariot of the messengers of wrath. Let the curtains of the chariot be drawn that I May see within. The gods have been good. O Pharaoh, we give you your son. My son? But he lies there so quietly. He sleeps screaming his patu. He was frightened and hungry. But now he rests. Lift him gently. You found him screaming in the burial tomb of your mother, Queen Martisha. 30ft down in the limestone tomb. In the golden sarcophagus lying beside the dead. We feast tonight and banquet the little princess sea. But tomorrow. Tomorrow. Messengers of a God listen to me. Your great bird lies in the fields of Giza. Bersidon. I'll poise for flight. But before you depart, you must hear this. Three times have they struck the house of Caulifar. Three times they have failed. But next time. There will be no next time, oh Pharaoh. You will destroy the plague upon your house with your own hands. How can I destroy an enemy I do not know? The enemy is known to me, Pharaoh. He is within your gates. He feasts with you. He sits at your banquet table and eats your food. Even as he plots your death. No. No. Do not bless that promise. You rich Sebastian. Have you gone mad? We're ready to leave. The ship's repaired. You'll ruin everything. Where's the earth? Yes, messenger of Ra, Drink the wine from the goblet the Pharaoh holds. The fruit of the grape is forbidden to Toucan. O son of Osiris. No, no. Stranger, you are in error this year. Toucan is my trusted friend, my advisor. Then let him prove it by drinking the wine. You see, he dare not quite fully power, for he knows that the wine is poisoned. Drink the wine, Tucan. My noble friend. Prove your innocence. Drink. Ah. No. I dare not. You know the penalty for treason. Drink from that goblet. Vizier, my friend, my noble counsel. I cannot. Do not kill me. Do not kill me. I must die. 8. Kill away. Remove him from my sight. And when he is dead, let no stone mark the place where his worthless soul is buried. Great heaven, Sebastian. I'm flawed. How did you do it? Do what? Spot that. That vizier as the poisoner. How did you know there was poison in the gauntlet? I thought a vizier put something in it. Yes, but how did you know it was poison? I'm an archaeologist, Wilson. A student of history. Don't you see? I'm. There was a Pharaoh called Caulifar. I knew an attempt was made to poison him. The attempt failed. So I kept my eyes open and spotted the villager. They know about it in a book. A book that won't be published until 5,000 years from. Please do not Leave us. Rest with us. Longer must you leave us, sons of Osiris, who have rendered us much service with your feats of magic. These jewels and gold are but a small token of our gratitude. We must leave. Cauliflower. It is written in the stars. The gods grow impatient for our return. Already the wheels that turn our spaceship are impatient for flight. The bird is eager to rise. We find your great bird strange and exciting. What is the picture painted in bold colors upon the fire? It is assembled, Pharaoh. It is called the Sphinx. Sphinx? Sphinx. That is an Egyptian word. I must examine the picture more closely. Strange. Most strange. That bird comes to the garden of the gods and rests upon the sands of Giza, and yet look upon the picture you call the Sphinx. The body is that of a crouching lion. But the head. The head, my lord, is your head. The features, the face, the short face. It is an omen. An omen from the gods. I, Khulifa, decree that upon this very Spartan Giza, which guards the river Nile, there shall be carved from this mountain of statue, complete in every detail, an exact copy of the picture upon the stranger's great bird. The head shall be my head. The eyes, brooding and distant, and the body that of a crouching lion. The statue shall be called the Sphinx. Next week, another exciting adventure from the world of tomorrow. Another unusual story of science fiction on 2000 plus.