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They say that he found a set of Emerald Tables, or sometimes it’s a Pillar of Emerald curiously carven, upon which, written in the hand of Hermes the Thrice Great himself, were revealed the secrets of all the arts and sciences, and of Alchemy.
They say that he brought this and other marvels back to Egypt where he founded the city of Alexandria and the famous library located there, for the purposes of studying these secrets, and of collecting all the wisdom of the world together in one place.
They also say that, when he died, the greatest of his many treasures were buried with him.
They say that his tomb has never been found.
But they don‘t always tell the truth. So let’s just forget all about the truth for a while, and I’ll tell you a story…
A Frenchman named Napoleon imagined himself as the (then) modern Alexander, so, naturally, he led a massive expedition of conquest and exploration to Alexander’s old stomping ground, where his men entertained themselves by using the Sphinx for target practice, and, eventually, blowing the roof off the Parthenon. Oh, and the scientists he brought did a bit of archeology, using the very latest scientific techniques (commonly referred to as looting and stealing).
One of Napoleon’s prime objectives for this expedition was the search for Alexander’s long lost tomb. Officially, the tomb was never found. But, unofficially,.. there were rumors…. mostly about a greasy little guy named Gaspard D’Cardigan.
According to what I heard, Gaspard deserted the French army somewhere East of Luxor and made his way back to France. Soon afterward he began appearing in public wearing a turban, claiming to have extraordinary psychic powers. Exactly what he claimed to be able to do is unclear, but he somehow amassed a great deal of money, and, for a guy who smelled like boiled sweetbreads, he was remarkably successful with the ladies.
The famous poet Pierre Chatmondeaux joined Gaspard’s growing band of followers around 1810. A period sketch of a strange amulet to which Pierre attributed Gaspard’s strange powers still exists, and, of course, there are these lines from Chatmondeaux’s well known poem The All Seeing Eye -
What foot is this which stirs the earth
Of Alexander’s long forbidden tomb,
And drags from ancient burial dust
This eye to pierce such violent storms?
After D’Cardigan’s remarkably tidy death (in 1814, his dismembered corpse was found divided between seventeen magnum Champagne bottles, carefully corked, arranged in a meandering line along the Champs D‘ Elysees), the Amulet, which had by then become known as Alexander’s All Seeing Eye, vanished.
It took me years to track this piece down, and required me to travel to unpleasant locations in deserts, on mountains, and on mountains in deserts. I also had to meet with dangerous and foul smelling people who insisted that I stay for dinner because their wife was cooking up something special. But, in the end, despite all those obstacles, I found it, and I can offer it to you here at a very good price.