Chapter 35

(The Valley Of Temples.)

The next day, Opal, Doug, Buttercup, Moonstruck and Bruce, were all shaded by umbrellas going up the road of the hill, to the temples.

They stopped now and then, like the other stream of tourists, to look over the ridges at the steep drop of the pregnant countryside. Rose bushes and low shrubs ran along the roadsides that cars drove on to get to this heritage location and the fruit trees were blossoming.

It was like stepping into the era of ancient Greece.

The twelve-meter wall was chipped away by the axe of time, a large stone fortress that trees squeezed themselves into and grew from the curves of the rocks.

Other trees and stones were thrown about on the dusty ground, scattered like toys on a kindergarten floor. Opal walked right into an oval gap in the wall and smiled at Doug's camera.

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The well-preserved temple of Concordia towered over them from a raised base. Like all the other temples, it turned its eyes eastward.

The limestone col