PRELUDE
CUTTING THROUGH THE NIGHT’S DARKNESS LIKE A RADIANT CANDLE, GLOWS A LARGE OIL LANTEREN THAT ILLUMINATES THE FACE OF AN ATTRACTIVE MIDDLE-AGED WOMAN WHO HOLDS THE LAMP.
SHE MOVES THE LAMP SLOWLY FROM SIDE-TO-SIDE AS WITH THE OTHER HAND, SHE TIPS HER SAFARI HAT BACK. CAUTIOUSLY, THE WOMAN LEANS FORWARD AND TOUCHES THE LINES OF ANCIENT HIEROGLYPHIICS SHE HAS JUST DISCOVERED. METHODICALLY HER FINGERTIPS TRACE THEM AND AS THE LIGHT FLICKERS ACROSS THE LARGE STONE BLOCKS, AN INTENSITY OF INTEREST CROSSES HER FACE. SHE SPEAKS IN A PRECISE, BARELY AUDIBLE WHISPER AS SHE INTERPRETS LINE AFTER LINE OF THE SMALL
HAND-CARVED DRAWINGS AS 
FOLLOWS….
FOLLOWS…. 
