GREGORY EVANS HAD an attack of irrationality as he approached that gigantic mass of stone he was so obsessed with. The closer he felt to it, the smaller and more insignificant his life seemed. It was as if the pyramid would devour him, crush his memories, and even swallow his soul forever. He had never stopped to consider the point of building something so magnificent in such an inhospitable area, where the sun, the mosquitoes, and the occasional flooding of the river would be his only witnesses.
There must be something more...
Perhaps the store was right and the pyramids were monuments intended to preserve the memory of God through time, and that man was not prepared to receive certain knowledge within the scope of Wisdom...
Even if this were correct, he couldn't understand why, precisely, he had been chosen. It didn't make sense, especially since he didn't even know Masonic laws and customs, unless the stories he had heard up until that point were part of the neophyte's instruction. He recognized that he had learned enough to take on the work of the lodge, and that was significant enough. Perhaps, without knowing it, he was already part of the brotherhood.
Finally, they reached the first row of stones. The most accessible entrance was the one opened by Al-Mahmun, located seventeen meters above the ground. The master explained that they would have to climb a little higher to reach the main one, as they must follow the ancient path of the initiates.
With extreme caution, they began to climb the enormous blocks, but there was one detail that did not escape Gregory Evans: both Balkis and Khalib were watching them from below, they had no intention of following them.