"And it was said that in the sands of time, Egypt would forever prevail as infinite and absolute."
Melia'nain Mahariel sat smartly in the tidy little chair outside of the museum directors office. She cleared her throat, fixing the already neatly ironed hem of her dark purple shirt.
Her face was reminiscent to that of the Grecian statues of Demeter, her nose perfectly straight and her pale eyes extremely gentle.
She checked to see if her watch was right, seeing that she was indeed on time for her appointment with the director. In a slight huff, she fixed the position of her hat, situated atop neatly pulled back white hair.
Melia had been fidgeting with the cuffs of her white blouse when the directors secretary finally called her in.
Her oxfords clicked the floor with purpose as she came into the office.
"The director will see to you in a moment, Lady Mahariel." The secretary said.
"Thank you very much." Melia said, a light accent gracing her words, betraying her years growing up in a small village in Kildare.
Melia waited for the woman to leave before looking around the office, decorated in a clear homage to the Ancient Egyptians. She had been face to face with a small statue of Isis when the director came in.
He was a slight man, much older than Melia had expected, but he had a quick step about him.
"It's so good to finally meet you in person, Lady Mahariel," He said, "When I had gotten your telegram I wasn't sure if you were serious about traveling all the way here."
"On the contrary," Melia said, "I was happy to take the opportunity to learn more about my father's discoveries for the museum."
"I see," The director said, motioning for her to sit, "I knew your father quite well. We spent many years in this very office. Of course Osiris was never one for life behind a desk. He always said to me, 'Sajjad, as Egyptians, it is our duty to discover our own past.'" The director gave a small chuckle.
"I suppose it must have been quite a shock when he married an Irish woman." Melia said.
"Your father was always one to travel. I knew that his frequent trips to London weren't because he was so keen on the dreary weather," Sajjad sighed, "It is a shame what happened to your parents…"
"Let us not talk of the past," Melia stopped him, "My mother and father worked hard to discover pieces for this museum, and I am quite keen on carrying on that legacy."
"I see…" The director said, "Well. I'll not argue that your parents contributions to the museum weren't a significant help. But I am afraid that you are indeed quite young…"
"Was my father not the same age when he helped in the excavation of KV43, 46, and 47?" Melia said, "I think you'll find that I have the tenacity to continue my parents work." She looked into her bag, taking out a notebook, "I had been studying my father's notes for some time now, and I believe he had been looking into the discovery of the tomb of King Tutankhamun…and right here on the map he drew..."
"Lady Mahariel," Sajjad took off his glasses, "This is 1920. Egypt is just coming out of an uprising. This is not the time for a woman...anyone for that matter, to make the trip to look for this tomb. Your father merely speculated as to its placement."
"I believe his speculation was well founded," Melia said, "And as for cost. I assure you I will be paying for the expedition."
Sajjad sighed, "I cannot in good conscience send you into the desert. You don't even have a team."
"I am no fool, Director Bishara," Melia set the notebook neatly back into her back, "I have written to a team in New York city that should satisfy your requirements."
"Americans?" The director held his chest, "No offense to you, Lady Mahariel, but I do not trust any sort of beastly American to make the excavation."
"And no offense to you, Director Bishara," Melia tilted her head slightly, "I am the one paying for this excursion."
Melia stood up, dusting off her skirt, "I look forward to communicating with you further in the future, Director, my team will be here in a week's time, I had already sent ahead to them. When they have settled into Cairo I should like to inform you of our departure."
Before the director could get out another word, Melia exited the office, feeling quite confident in herself.