its sheath and laid it on the floor next to him. Once again, he knelt down and paid his brother his l ast respects. All in observance: Cephius; lower ranking officers; and slaves alike; did the same. Each man knelt, closed his eyes and held recollections of the great king, Zeus, in his mind.
At the edge of the great golden pyramid, a large trench was dug into the ground. It extended for a quarter mile, nearly to the edge of the nearby sea. At the very end of the deep trench, a great wall of dirt was erected inside it and formed a dam. On the opposite side of the dam was a large man-made pond fed by ocean water.
Standing at the base of the pyramid and continuing on periodically along the length of the trench, men with tightly wrapped flags wai ted on the word to unfurl the signal banners.
In the area surrounding the great pyramid and trench, thousands of people waited for Zeus’ burial to begin. Men, women and children alike, waited with great anticipation for Poseidon to appear and give the word for the ceremony to begin. Seconds later, the signalmen would unfurl their flags, alerting those at the dam to release the water. Once the flow started, the rush of water would erode the loose soil of the dam, washing it away and allowing the full force of the water to flow from the pond and through the trench. In minutes, thousands of gallons of water would rush into the pyramid, filling its lower chamber and golden vestibule, forever sealing Zeus in a watery grave, one that tomb robbers could never reach.
Situated midway along the length of the trench, Herodus waited impatiently for his chance to participate in the great ceremony. Standing far behind him, his family watched proudly as he held the furled flag. He smiled to himself as he heard his name:
“ Herodus, we’re so proud of you,” his family shouted.
He tried to ignore their praise as he stood at full attention. As his own pride soared, he broke momentarily from his stance, turned and smiled at his family. They cheer his name even louder.
“ Herodus, we’re so proud of you,” they shouted once more.
He turned back and grin ned again. In a mock demonstration of his role, he motioned the flag, rocking it back and forth, pretending to be signaling.
His family and friends now cheered wildly. Herodus smiled. Once again, he rocked the flag, this time from side to side.
Further up the line, Herodus stood at attention. Nervous excitement roiled inside him. He could barely contain his enthusiasm. Suddenly, he spotted the rocking flag pole further down the line. Without thinking, he unfurled his flag and began to wave it. Behind him, the throngs of people went wild. The sight of the waving flag and cheering crowd caused others to unfurl their own flags. Moments later, flagmen at the dam caught the signal and began to release the water. In seconds, the dam collapsed and thousands of gallons of water raced toward the pyramid.
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Deep inside the pyramid, inside the golden vestibule, Poseidon heard the cheering crowds from above. He snapped his eyes open and lifted his head. He heard the strange roar of wind, but it was unlike any wind he’d ever heard before. Still kneeling, he turned to Cephius. Both men’s eyes registered disbelief. Seconds later, water rushed into the room in a raging torrent.
“Fools!” Poseidon shouted.
In seconds, the force of the water slammed into him, thrusting him against the altar, then pushing him around to the opposite side. As the water flowed in through the door, it rushed toward the far wall, impacting it violently. Having nowhere to go, it careened over on itself in a great wave, then rushed back toward the entrance. Any man still standing was quickly swept off his feet. Poseidon struggled to keep his head above the raging current as he swam with the flow of the water. In less than a minute, several men were dead, drown before they could react, and now created blunt objects that collided with those