"How can you be sure we are in ancient Egypt?" I asked.
"Heavens, Dana, just look around you."
I turned around, trying to ignore the fact that there was a lioness on the prowl somewhere on the hillside, and faced the other way. Whilst I had been lying on the ground the stones had blocked most of the view of the plain below. Now I was standing up I could see all of the surrounding landscape under the moon, which seemed even bigger and brighter than usual. I mean light was just pouring from it, it was almost tangible. The sight it lit up was so amazing I froze on the spot, open-mouthed, taking it all in.
The bright moonlight revealed lots of clusters of little houses. Bigger and more dramatic buildings that I took to be temples and other official buildings of significance rose in the midst of them. They were dotted right across the plain up to the broad river where the moonlight reflected and shimmered on the water. On the opposite side of the river I could detect two larger structures, which I took to be temples as well. And below me was a village that was surrounded by a stone wall. They were little houses, tightly packed wall to wall and deep in sleep under the stars. There were no electric lights anywhere.
Could I really be standing in Egypt's ancient past, actually looking at a living scene that by my time - at least the time I knew as mine - was in ruins?
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