Belloq was gazing at the ground, poking at clumps of grass now and then with his walking stick. If there were a settlement here once, or a burial site, he would see it in the contours of the dirt, in subtle patterns of lumps and depressions too regular and symmetrical for nature.

So far, there was nothing.

He perked up when Tauriel called; the phrase "I have found something" always made his heart beat a little faster. He strode over to look at her find.

"A mechanism of some sort. Something new, something we've never unearthed on this planet before." He examined it, wondering if the golden disk was pure gold or just gold plate. "The blue and gold surface turns within the casing."