Cleverly guarded is the entrance to Khepresh. We tomb bearers and the miners meet there; miners arrive to deliver the sandstone and we come to ferry away the articles of ceremony made from below as well as haul back some needed sandstone. Well guarded, with nature as sentry, the architects chose a location of meteorological serendipity, a kind of sand eddy. Opposing winds meet and constantly churn the eddy, perpetually bringing fresh sand and rocky sediment over it, even after the previous fill has been cleared. Without the knowledge of its location, as well as tools beyond that of men's hands, like that of my shovel as well as the chosen instrument of my brother, it is nigh impossible to enter. But enter it I will. Sumail has what is called prudence, I call it lack of vision. No one will expect so bold a move as robbery by the very slaves charged to build it. That treasure is our severance for a life in bondage, I will not be contented to begin life anew with nothing but memories of pain while building of some other soul's house of death. 

Sumail is delusional if he thinks it will take days to descend down and back up. I will borrow his instrument while he sleeps on the first night, break open the pit of the eddy, dig out the remains and then by the following sunrise be returned to the desert with my pockets filled with jewels! Without a word we will make for the bedouin camp as he has planned for us and on that morning next indeed be off. Only then will I reveal, when in private, my plunder which I will share in halves with my great brother.

...when we last met, my brother Asim had the notion that we could slink down into the hidden palace, Khepresh, which alone takes days. He schemed that we would then make off each with handfuls of treasure concealed within our garments, enough to make us richer men than we would ever need. I drew words with him and made it clear that one misstep and the guards would surely skin us alive. I sternly advised him to wash such dreams from his mind so that he may see clearly. What matters is freedom. If we may only get some days away from the whipmasters and overseers, we can start life anew in one of the settlements to the north. 

Asim remonstrated and fantasized to combine the two, freedom along with gold. I shook him with my hands while the words from my mouth were firm. I would not risk my body for such a lark; I have already endured many an abuse for the treasure and hubris of the rich. I will not die in the sand for it. Asim withdrew and gave his assent. And thus we hatched our plan for escape and liberation.

There were various camps of nomads and trade caravans only miles north of the entrance to Khepresh. We would both steal just enough from the guards in the weeks prior to barter for our passage, easy enough. When finding ourselves together again, as only happens at chance when we both arrive at the palace, we would be ready.  At dusk during supper's hour where there is most activity and clankor, we would skulk under dark, meet with the nomads, and be off in the morning. 

I would forever leave behind my tool of bondage, that accursed iron hammer, and instead of gloves and torchlight as my company who knows.

That tool would be of special importance if we were to climb down into the palace as was my brother's want. After all it's necessary to"

[the paper has been ripped, one cannot read the end of the writing]