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As a young girl, Christen Press ached to understand the meaning the of the soul mark on her arm, these strange drawings that made no sense to her. With the help of her wonderful fourth grade history teacher, they had discovered it’s origin. Realizing the hieroglyphs were not the typical ones seen in their history books, her teacher had dug deeper to discover it was classically known as Middle Egyptian. The font was a series of hieroglyphs and that ignited her fascination with all things Egyptian, especially in the time of the Pharaohs.

Christen had always been fascinated by the pyramids and the romance of Pharaohs and Queens ruling the lands of old. Known for her vivid imagination, she often played with her sisters and friends about being a queen and having servants and ruling Egypt. She felt a strange connection to the era she didn’t understand and acting out those times provided her comfort. Sometimes others would want to be queen and Christen didn’t like that at all. As she grew older she resorted to writing fanciful tales instead and keeping it from others from her childhood through her adolescence.

Christen grew up bi-lingual, speaking English and Spanish. Her school was bi-lingual and her parents and sisters all spoke Spanish as well. When she discovered her soulmate mark was Egyptian, that sparked her interest in learning new languages and it also reignited her childhood fantasies about being a queen. When she found articles about female consort rulers and the small group of women who actually ruled as Queen or Pharaoh, she felt a strange kinship. As if she lived in that time before. Her high school Spanish teacher helped guide her passion to learn Egyptian dialects and introduced her to a professor of Afro-Asiatic languages.

Dr. Nandi, a kind hearted professor from the University of California out of Riverside, was immediately impressed with fourteen year old Christen’s seriousness and passion for learning. After meeting with Christen’s parents, they arranged for a private tutor to begin her lessons. Christen started with learning current Arabic first, since it is the commonly used language in Egypt besides English and has many commonalities to the ancient languages of Egypt. Dr. Nandi has remained an important figure in Christen’s academic career. Over the years, they have grown close and Christen views her fondly as a favorite aunt and her mentor. After Christen got her driver’s license, she would often drive up to Riverside to meet with the woman to visit, talk about school and languages. It was then she explained her true reason for her desire to learn the languages she had been studying. Dr. Nandi found Christen’s mark fascinating having heard of marks being placed in other languages, yet never in an ancient language, especially Coptic, one that was classified as dead.

She encouraged Christen her language studies and to consider studying abroad while in college, perhaps in Egypt. Maybe being there would be helpful to decipher the meaning of her mark and give her direction with her life. Maybe she would meet her soulmate.

Young Christen had already wanted to go to Egypt, her parents had promised her a family trip there after her high school graduation. The idea of possibly studying there weighed heavily in her mind. She hadn’t considered it before. It made sense, she needed to be where the language was spoken, well, had been spoken in order to meet her soulmate.
That catapulted her academic career in motion. She spent her sophomore year of high school researching colleges with archeology programs. Archeology seemed like the best option to get her to Egypt and besides, she had found the idea of archeology to be fascinating. From the documentaries she had watched with fascination, the meticulous nature of the profession would suit her interest in science and the excitement for the unknown, not to mention the possibility of the travel experiences. If her soul mark was in Coptic, why not go and learn and discover what it was like to live during the time Coptic was spoken. Since she was a young girl she had felt drawn to the romantic stories of Pharaohs and Queens and mummies and remains. This only enhanced it further.

It didn’t take long for her professors at Stanford University to recognize they had a very special student in Christen. The fact that the freshman was proficient in Spanish, Arabic, Hebrew and had a working knowledge of Greek was impressive. Her desire to learn Coptic wasn’t surprising to them in the least. She was one of those rare students who exuded the passion for their work and it opened doors to opportunities other students may not have had.

Her sophomore year of college she travelled to London to study at the Petrie Museum of Egyptian Archeology for a semester through an exchange program. Upon her first visit to the museum she was deeply moved by everything- the smell of age throughout the building, the sounds of her footsteps on the worn wood floor, the glass cabinets filled with artifacts, jewelry, statues, canopic jars, the gold laden lids of sarcophagi that filled room after room. It called to her. She was enthralled. She was amazed. She felt a deep sense of familiarity she’s never felt in her life before when she stood so close and later when she handled the artifacts. She firmly believed this was where she was meant to be.

She spent many evenings while in London for that semester, writing in her personal journal wondering if, perhaps, she had a past life during the time period she was so drawn to. She often felt these relics seemed so familiar to her. It wasn’t uncommon for people to feel vaguely aware of their past lives. She’d read about it before when some celebrity realized they were some former historical figure. It happened to regular people, those not in the spotlight of fame became aware of a previous life. She wondered if she was member of royalty with how these items she held in her hands would feel so familiar to her. Maybe she was a potter making the jars. Maybe she was an artisan crafting the jewelry or furniture left in the tombs and chambers to enable the Pharaoh to the Afterlife. Those nights alone in the pub, kindly fending off those who wished to hit on her, sipping on a dark beer and writing her thoughts left with her with many questions. Why her soul mark would be hieroglyphs instead of written words. Why would she have a mark in a dead language. Why did all of these languages come so easily to her. Why was she wired this way. She was left with many unanswered questions regarding her soulmate mark.

But she learn much about herself during her years in college, post grad and her doctoral preparation. She was on a purposeful quest to make archeology her career. She learned she liked order and neatness and liked having a plan. She wasn’t big into surprises, yet she knew that they were part of life and certainly part of exploring on expeditions. She learned she could adapt and be flexible with plans and not everything had to be specific. She learned she enjoyed creating long term plans, mapping out benchmarks of goals she’d like to attain at certain times of her life. Starting a little late to the dating game, Christen didn’t discriminate between men or women, she discovered she was certainly bi-sexual although she gravitated towards women more often than not. She sadly realized her strong will and desire for her studies left the few women she had dated feel as if they came second to her. She felt badly with how those relationships ended yet knew they would since they were not her soulmate. She felt as if she had come into her own self yet missing that one item she thought she’d have before finishing school: her soulmate.

When she finished with her schooling, after her internship was complete, she was offered an incredible job at Stanford University teaching multiple classes in the archeology program. She was successful in acquiring funding for expeditions, which delighted the university. She was successful on her expeditions. She found she liked to be in the field, sweating and working with others towards their goals. She found she really enjoyed preserving the pieces she found, reading countless articles on the science behind it to improve her skills. She had a close friend group and was able to maintain a healthy balance between work and her personal life. She had two dogs, Morena and Khaleesi, who often stayed with her parents while she was out of the country. She was happy and mostly content, often feeling a pang of emptiness when her friends would find their soulmate and she stood witness to their relationship blooming.

She had some short-lived relationships, but her heart was never fully into them. Unfortunately, they always seemed to be placeholders until Christen would meet her soulmate. It wasn’t fair to either of them and she struggled keeping things casual. Sometimes she was consumed by the thought of who her soulmate was. How interesting they must be if their mark was written in Coptic, a language only used now in ceremonial Egyptian Christianity. She often wondered if her soulmate was a teacher of the language or maybe a priest or another religious figure. Would they find love and passion or would their relationship be built with their minds? What if her soulmate was a man or a priest and she was destined for a life without a soul partner to be intimate with?

In the months following that sophomore year experience, Christen slowly begins to think less of her situation, turning to her studies and focusing on them instead. Sure, she talks with her friends about soulmates, she gushes with them when they’ve found theirs, yet she doesn’t allow herself to wallow about it. Her Mom reminds her that you only meet them when the time is right, so it’s useless to worry about it. She stops thinking about it, stops daydreaming about it and soon it’s out of her mind for the most part. Lately, she hadn’t been thinking about it at all, yet as this expedition approached and she was writing out her packing list or emailing the expedition outline to the team, she found herself daydreaming about meeting her soulmate somewhere out there in the desert.

She had seemingly everything.

Except the identity of who’s soul mark was on her arm and those words she longed to hear spoken to her.

Would she ever find love?

 

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May 15th

 

Christen wakes with a start to the darkness of the room, something vague lingering in her mind that she can’t exactly recall. She groans to herself as she rolls to her side, eying the clock radio on the nightstand, the red digits indicating she has only two minutes before her alarm will sound. She eagerly springs from the bed of her hotel room and shuts off her alarm, excited to get her day started.

Her new adventure awaits.

Thirty minutes, with one bloody nose from the intensely dry climate and an unsatisfying protein bar washed down with barely drinkable hotel room coffee later, Christen is waiting not so patiently for her driver to arrive. At this early hour she isn’t accosted by anyone trying to sell her trinkets or postcards for the few minutes she’s waiting. Once she’s settled in the backseat of a Range Rover, headed for her destination, she begins to get excited once again. Thankfully, this driver steers the vehicle in a leisurely manner, enjoying the light traffic and not subjecting Christen to the hyper-aggressive way most drivers typically adopt in this part of the world. They pass the string of hotels and restaurants and she sees the bazaar area slowly coming to life with the vendors opening the stall doors and filling their carts. Soon the shopping area gives way to houses and she relaxes once they hit the highway and she looks out the window, past the signs pointing out the historical and tourist spots to gaze into the vast darkness. Since it only takes a few minutes from leaving the comforts of the hotel to get out into the desert, she breathes the cool air in deeply, her stomach jumping with excited anticipation to start her day. The stars are still shining brightly, illuminating the wide flat expanse before the sloping mountains become defined in shades of grey. The silhouettes of pyramids grow larger as they drive towards them but that’s not where she’s headed. She’s going up further, into the high ground, past the parking lot for the Valley of the Kings. It will take under an hour to arrive to her destination. She smiles at her reflection in the window, seeing her smiling reflection and giddy with her luck in being here.

It was a touch of luck, but it truly was the hard work and talent brought her to this continent, as the recently tenured Dr. Christen Press is well on her way to becoming a very notable figure in the field of archeology. Once, she was teasingly called the ‘Female Indiana Jones’ in an article featured in Archeology Today that told the tale of an incident where, as an undergrad student on a field study in Nicaragua, Christen stepped in to speak the native language with angry locals over the removal of items from a native burial ground, soon charming the unruly group and calmly quelling a very tense situation. The exciting incident from a different expedition of her racing through the jungle while carrying a heavy box packed with a nearly intact early Inca pot which was recently exhumed and three jungle cats chasing her back to the camp was another story to earn her fearless reputation. Soon, she gained numerous mentions in multiple journals and magazines applauding her work in securing funds for expeditions on behalf of her university and applying for grants to improve their school program.

Word had gotten around about the whip smart young archeologist with a knack for ancient languages and skilled ability to find financial backing. She had pursued her Doctorate in Egyptian Studies, having spent multiple seasons in the desert where she had no problem sweating under the hot sun by day and fascinating potential investors into making sizable donations in elegant restaurants by night. She was known for putting in the hard, thankless work while being an incredible leader in the field and how she willingly shared her extensive base of knowledge with the students lucky enough to be selected to work with her on expeditions. Her peer supported reports were certain to include the entire team that worked on each expedition and endeared herself to them by honestly stating exactly how items were uncovered and never taking credit for anything she never personally found. Her peer reviewed expedition notes were published in multiple journals, earning her acclaim and more potential investors. Some of them were rich young bachelors who more interested in getting into her pants, but she fended them off easily and usually still charmed them enough to procure funds for the university’s program. Five years ago, when a donor who had a passion for all things Egyptian had approached her about donating money for an archeological research and preservation building to Stanford University, Christen, while pursuing her Master’s at the time, may have had a behind the scenes hand in guiding how those resources were to be spent by laying out an elaborate plan for the future.

Now comfortably ensconced in Stanford University’s Archeology Center as one of the Excavation Directors on the team, Dr. Christen Press was fortunate to have brokered an amazing coup for the university: search for the remains of Hatshepsut’s funerary items and return to Stanford with them for research and preservation in preparation for their return to The Egyptian Museum in Cairo for display. It’s the most involved expedition to be undertaken by a Stanford archeologist to date and it has created much publicity. The arrangement between Stanford and the Eygptian government was most unique.

While the relics are under Stanford’s care, the public would be welcome to view the preservation and preparation process in the viewing gallery of the preservation lab. Christen and the other professors would be working with the Stanford students in the Archeology program who would learn firsthand the art and science of preservation techniques on campus with actual antiquities. Christen and the other preservation specialists on her team would be giving a series of lectures on each of their specialties, discussing the discovery and updating the work being done to catalog, preserve and prepare the finds. Other large scale plans are in the works, although those would not be implemented until one pivotal act occurs.

Christen must find definitive evidence of Hatshepsut’s belongings that were long thought lost due to grave robbers and time. Some have been found on past expeditions, but there is a strong theory out there that all items had not been discovered over the centuries. There was chatter of possibly an unopened, long hidden chamber or possibly another tomb holding her possessions that had been moved after her death. Christen agrees with both theories, having seen evidence of it occurring multiple times over the years how many sarcophagi have been moved when the funerary pyramid has been completed years after the Pharaoh’s death. Rameses II was most famously known for moving many of the Pharaohs in the Valley of the Kings so he and his ego would be prominently displayed after his death.

The other theory Christen holds closely is that the tomb in which Hatshepsut originally was interred has another chamber holding her remaining possessions. Somehow this theory is the one that resonates with her the most. She feels in her heart that deep down in her original tomb with her husband Thutmose the Second, there lies an undiscovered chamber. She hopes with new technology that hasn’t previously used on the site, they will uncover the chamber that has been untouched by time.

The Egyptian government is excited about this arrangement as well, Hatshepsut has long been known to be one of the few Queens who actually took the throne as King after her pharaoh husband, Thutmose the Second, had died. It was not uncommon for Queens to reign as regnant, acting as the intermediary until the heir to throne was of age to do so. Hatshepsut had opted to take charge as Pharaoh, most likely due to her son, the heir, being a small child at the time. Her long reign of over twenty years brought peace and improved the country. She is held in high regard by archeologists and historians alike and new artifacts would renew interest. Confirmation and new relics would bring a windfall to the area if they are able to promote a powerful female Pharaoh. Egypt would love it if they had reason to exploit a female king who ruled effectively in her time. It certainly would boost tourism in the area which has been hit by civil unrest nearby and lowering the number of visitors in the area.

Christen is not blind to the economic opportunities this project affords. In fact, she is quite aware and that worked greatly in her favor when she shrewdly presented the idea to the Egyptian government. Brokering it to leverage the educational opportunities for all parties involved only made it easier for the Egyptian Museum to accept with pleasure.
All parties involved are cooperating in this joint effort. The Egyptian Museum is sending a team of six student archeologists to be led by Christen and a labor crew of four engineers to consult on safety, perform the sonar scanning needed and to provide the heavy machinery for any new possible rooms to be explored. She’s been assured that security will be provided for the duration of the expedition. They had not announced when the expedition would take place, not wanting to draw attention to their work. The security team will close the only road in to the area they will be working and provide discreet coverage twenty-four hours a day. The group is prepared to camp on site with the security team to ensure their safety and the Head of Antiquities of the Egyptian Museum will be personally involved as well.

She’s also not blind that her looks have opened many opportunities even before people knew of her education, skill and ambitions. Many a time, usually in the company of older, rich men, she heard the alleged compliments of being as smart as she is pretty and other comments intended to offer praise and only they turned Christen ruthless in her negotiating skills. It has gotten much better over time with her name and her razor sharp arbitration skills becoming more well known.

Christen is eager to meet the team she will be working with on this expedition. She’s been in contact with them all via email and video chats, getting a sense of each member’s personality, background, experience level and areas of interest in the field. The group consists of six university students who are doing their undergrad or post grad internships with the museum, so the museum is benefitting greatly from having Christen teach them during this expedition.

She was surprised to find the engineers assigned were names she’d heard before, mostly from journals she’s read and documentaries she’s watched on expeditions in the Valley of the Kings. They are four of the most skilled and talented, the ones who typically work with the Cairo museum and head up the repairs on such areas as the entrance to King Tutankhamen’s tomb. Language will not be barrier for Christen speaks fluent Arabic and most of the students and engineers speak very passable English.
She feels the vehicle make the turn to the dirt road leading into the Valley of the Kings it’s a short cut only official crews can use and while they travel, she sees how the sky is turning pink with the sunrise, beginning to cast deep shadows over the valley. As they near the destination, Christen absently rolls up the sleeve of her fleece jacket, looking at the
words inscribed on her inner forearm like a black tattoo.

 

Its beauty pales in comparison to yours

 

These are to be the first words her soulmate speaks to her. Now, normally she would reason this is a classic pick up line that she would, and has, heard many times in her thirty-two years. But there’s something special about her marking. Something incredibly special.

Her marking is written in Coptic, which is the language used in ancient Middle Egypt with the distinction of being known as one of the oldest languages in the world. It has been classified as a dead language, one in which she is one of only about three hundred people that currently speak it today. She’s one of the few archeologists and historians to know it fluently, the remaining are religious leaders who recite the old spiritual texts used today for special religious ceremonies.

 

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Since she landed at the Cairo airport two days ago, Christen has held this nervous energy, this feeling, this certainty, that she will meet her soulmate on this expedition. Her thoughts on her future soulmate are erased when the vehicle makes the familiar climb up the smooth paved road up the mountainous area in the Valley of the Kings. Excitement consumes her when they pass the summit and continue to where KV20 awaits. The feeling rushes through her when driver stops the vehicle on the side of the road. The area is lit with portable lights and a small group is milling around a tent that has been set up on the sandy terrain just off the road. Three people approach as Christen gets out of the vehicle, calling her name.

This area is typically open to the public to drive through although it’s been closed for the duration of their expedition. Most of the tombs are closed, having their contents removed and displayed at museums. In the next few years, the plan is to reinforce the tombs to make it safe for visitors to tour and see the remains of carved reliefs left on the walls on many of the tombs.

Excited greetings are exchanged, the type that happen when you meet someone you have spoken to for many months and finally see them in real life instead of a computer screen. The students are excited to get started and are not so patiently waiting the arrival of Dr. Sweiss, the Egyptian Museum’s Head of Antiquities, who would serve as Site Administrator. Christen is in the tent with a few others, enjoying a good cup of coffee and talking about her arrival two days ago with the students when Dr. Sweiss arrives. After the thin middle-aged man greets everyone personally and makes them feel welcomed and valued, he begins.

“I’m well aware you all are proficient with the history of our subject,” he begins with a charming smile, “but I’d like to start this expedition with a short recap of her history. I’d appreciate your indulgence.” He takes a sip of his coffee and then clears his throat.

“Hatshepsut’s life covered 1507–1458 BC, give or take a few years, and she was the fifth pharaoh of the Eighteenth Dynasty of Egypt. She was the second historically confirmed female pharaoh, the first being Sobekneferu. Various other women may have also ruled as pharaohs regnant or at least regents before Hatshepsut, as early as Neithhotep around 1600 years prior.”

“Hatshepsut came to the throne of Egypt possibly in 1478 BCE. Her rise to power was noteworthy as it required her to utilize her bloodline, education, and an understanding of religion. Her bloodline was impeccable as she was the daughter, sister, and wife of a king. Her understanding of religion allowed her to establish herself as the God's Wife of Amun. Officially, she ruled jointly with Thutmose III, who had ascended to the throne the previous year as a child of about two years old. Hatshepsut was the chief wife of Thutmose II, Thutmose III's father. She is generally regarded by Egyptologists as one of the most successful pharaohs, reigning longer than any other woman of an indigenous Egyptian dynasty."

He pauses and smiles when he sees how the group of eleven is enthralled.

“Hatshepsut was the daughter and only child of Thutmose I and his primary wife, Ahmose. Her husband Thutmose II was the son of Thutmose I. Hatshepsut and Thutmose II had a daughter named Neferure. After having their daughter, Hatshepsut could not bear any more children. Thutmose II with Iset, a secondary wife, would father Thutmose III who would succeed Hatshepsut as pharaoh.”

“Dating the beginning of her reign is more difficult, however. Her father's reign began in either 1526 or 1506 BC according to the high and low estimates of her reign, respectively. The length of the reigns of Thutmose I and Thutmose II, however, cannot be determined with absolute certainty. With short reigns, Hatshepsut would have ascended the throne 14 years after the coronation of Thutmose I, her father. Longer reigns would put her ascension 25 years after Thutmose I's coronation. Thus, Hatshepsut could have assumed power as early as 1512 BC, or, as late as 1479 BC.”

“The earliest attestation of Hatshepsut as pharaoh occurs in the tomb of Ramose and Hatnofer, where a collection of grave goods contained a single pottery jar or amphora from the tomb's chamber—which was stamped with the date "Year 7". Another jar from the same tomb—which was discovered in situ by a 1935–36 Metropolitan Museum of Art expedition on a hillside near Thebes — was stamped with the seal of the "God's Wife Hatshepsut" while two jars bore the seal of "The Good Goddess Maatkare." The dating of the amphorae, sealed into the tomb's burial chamber by the debris from Senenmut's own tomb, is undisputed, which means that Hatshepsut was acknowledged as king, and not queen, of Egypt by Year 7 of her reign.”

“Hatshepsut died as she was approaching what we would consider middle age given typical contemporary lifespans, in her twenty-second regnal year. The precise date of Hatshepsut's death—and the time when Thutmose III became the next pharaoh of Egypt—is considered to be Year 22, II Peret day 10 of her reign, as recorded on a single stela erected at Armant or 16 January 1458 BCE. No contemporary mention of the cause of her death has survived.”

“Hatshepsut had begun construction of a tomb when she was the Great Royal Wife of Thutmose II, but the scale of this was not suitable for a pharaoh, so when she ascended the throne, preparation for another burial started. For this, KV20, originally quarried for her father, Thutmose I, and probably the first royal tomb in the Valley of the Kings, was extended with a new burial chamber. Hatshepsut also refurbished the burial of her father and prepared for a double interment of both Thutmose I and her within KV20. It is likely, therefore, that when she died she was interred in this tomb along with her father. During the reign of Thutmose III, however, a new tomb located at KV38, together with new burial equipment was provided for Thutmose I, who then was removed from his original tomb and re-interred elsewhere. At the same time Hatshepsut's mummy might have been moved into the tomb of her nurse, Sitre In, in KV60. It is possible that Amenhotep II, son to Thutmose III by a secondary wife, was the one motivating these actions in an attempt to assure his own uncertain right to succession. Besides what was recovered from KV20 during Howard Carter's clearance of the tomb in 1903, other funerary furniture belonging to Hatshepsut has been found elsewhere, including a lioness "throne", a senet game board with carved lioness-headed, red-jasper game pieces bearing her pharaonic title, a signet ring, and a partial shabti figurine bearing her name. In the Royal Mummy Cache at DB320, a wooden canopic box with an ivory knob was found that was inscribed with the name of Hatshepsut and contained a mummified liver or spleen as well as a molar tooth. There was a royal lady of the twenty-first dynasty of the same name, however, and for a while it was thought possible that it could have belonged to her instead.”

“In 1903, Howard Carter had discovered a tomb which is now known as KV60 in the Valley of the Kings that contained two female mummies, one identified as Hatshepsut's nurse, and the other unidentified. In the spring of 2007, the unidentified body was finally removed from the tomb by my friend Dr. Zahi Hawass and brought to Cairo's Egyptian Museum for testing. This mummy was missing a tooth, and the space in the jaw perfectly matched Hatshepsut's existing molar, found in the DB320 "canopic box". Her death has since been attributed to a benzopyrene carcinogenic skin lotion found in possession of the Pharaoh, which led to her having bone cancer. Other members of the queen's family are thought to have suffered from inflammatory skin diseases that tend to be genetic. It is likely that Hatshepsut inadvertently poisoned herself while trying to soothe her itchy, irritated skin.”

He dramatically pauses again and looks around the group.

“It’s a tragic ending to an amazing figure of history,” he says somberly, “I am excited to find more of her artifacts so we can give her the prominence in Egypt’s lineage of rulers she is due and give her the rightful respect she deserves.”

He looks to Christen and smiles, giving her a nod. “There’s been some speculation that some of the relics within here actually do belong to Hatshepsut and haven’t been properly identified. They haven’t been inspected in many years, so we’ll start here and review them, being certain we are looking for her cartouche.”

 

 

They are now standing before Tomb KV20 which is simply a nondescript entrance to an underground burial chamber. Thutmose I has a tomb located just a short walk down the corridor. The one that Hatshepsut intended for herself and her husband was at the end down a long narrow corridor.

“There is also speculation that there may be new chambers within,” Christen shares, “and our engineering team is going to investigate that.” She pulls out her small day journal, the one she keeps on her when she’s on archeological sites so she can jot down notes.

“Let’s review our roles in this,” she suggests, “and then we’ll get started. Dr. Swiess,” she defers to him out of respect.

“I’m Ari when I’m in the field,” the man smiles easily at her and then the group, “please, just call me Ari.”

“Ari,” Christen gives him a warm smile, loving how down to earth he is despite his prestigious title, “will supervise the tomb review,” she states, “Jurgen,” she points to the young Swiss student who is holding a camera and filming, “you will be recording this, so please feel free to ask myself or Ari with any questions or share ideas you may have on how you’d like to film this.”

Christen continues to assign tasks and before long, the group is ready. They take a few minutes to gather their gear and then file into the tomb. Christen is nearly vibrating with excitement and she can’t wait to get started.

She has this strong feeling that this expedition is going to be incredible.

 

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