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Chapters (60)
  1. Note to Readers
  2. Dedication
  3. Discover the Series You Can’t Put Down …
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Chapter 50
  55. Chapter 51
  56. Chapter 52
  57. Acknowledgements
  58. About the Author
  59. Other Books By
  60. About the Publisher

‘Other times,’ she went on, ‘the treasures might have come from the reserves of ancient cities, scattered by generations of pillagers over the years. Like happened in 1946, when some frontier guards came across what became known as the Qunduz Hoard, a cache of all kinds of valuable items. The next year, a much bigger treasure turned up at Mir Zahah, on an old caravan route in the mountain borderlands between Afghanistan and Pakistan, in the same area where al-Qaeda based their operations later on.’

‘So they can just turn up anywhere,’ Wolf marvelled. ‘I should have packed a shovel.’

‘Then in the sixties and seventies there was a whole rash of discoveries. At a place called Balkh in 1966, a lucky farmer found yet another precious stash of gold coins and jewels. Another find came from a place called Tillya Tepe, which appropriately means “the golden mound”, where a site of ancient tombs yielded up twenty thousand coins and artefacts, a mixture of Persian, Greek and Roman items. Kind of like the geological layers in a rock formation, that shows how one settlement was often built on top of the remains of another through time, dating back all the way back. Cities just like the one that once existed right here in this very spot.’

Madison waved her arm in the direction of the rubble field barely recognisable as ancient ruins, as though she could see the mighty walls and columns still standing there under the same moonlight that was flashing in her eyes as she talked. It was hard not to be infected by her enthusiasm.

‘Dad’s studies had convinced him that there was one Alexandrian lost city that had yet to be unearthed. No verified written records have survived to prove his theory, but he was completely certain about its existence. The ancient fortress city of Zakara.’

Chapter 30

Ben asked, ‘So how old is Zakara?’

‘Dad reckoned Alexander founded it in 330 BC, the year before Alexandria Eschate was established. That would make sense geographically, in terms of his travels. It stands right on the old Silk Road route network that connected ancient Afghanistan to China and India in the east, Persia in the west, and to the cities of ancient Uzbekistan to the north. That made it a very important point on the map. Though like so many other very important points, it got wiped off by the ravages of time, war and changes of rule over the centuries.’

Ben thought for a moment. ‘But if Alexander always named the cities he founded after himself – Alexandria this and Alexandria that – then why not this one too? What makes Zakara the exception to the rule?’

‘Great question,’ Madison said, undeterred. ‘And like a million other great questions in archaeology, nobody knows the answer. It could well have been named after him, once upon a time. The name Dad called it by, Zakara, dates back even further, to the Bronze Age Indus Valley civilisation.’