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"I hope you're not about to show me a few potsherds and burial urns," said Vincente, his anticipation beginning to dwindle "No authentic Chachapoyan artifacts have ever come on the market"

Zolar swept back the tent flap with a drareatest collection of Chachapoyan art ever assembled"

In his unbridled excitelass case on a stand in one corner of the tent He walked directly to three long tables with black velvet coverings set up in the shape of a horseshoe One side table held only textiles, the other ceramics The center table was set up like an exhibit in a Fifth Avenue jewelry store The extensive array of precious handcrafted splendor stunned Vincente He had never seen so many pre-Columbian antiquities so rich in rarity and beauty displayed in one place

"This is unbelievable!" he gasped "You have truly outdone yourself"

"No dealer anywhere has ever had his hands on such masterworks"

Vincente went fro each with a critical eye Just to feel the eeruous that such a hoard of wealth was sitting in a corn field in Kansas At last he finally murmured in awe, "So this is Chachapoyan art"

"Every piece original and fully authenticated"

"These treasures all caraves?"

"Yes, tombs of royalty and the wealthy"

"Magnificent"

"See anything you like?" Zolar asked facetiously

"Is there an to turn his mind toward acquisition

"What you see is everything I have that is Chachapoyan"

"You're not holding back any major pieces?"

"Absolutely not," Zolar said with righteous resentment "You have first crack at the entire collection I will not sell it piecemeal I don't have to tell you, s for such an opportunity"