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The Macedonians had laid their king out in his ceremonial armor. His cuirass and helmet were pure gold. The Persian silk that once made up his tunic was mostly gone, rotted away after nearly twenty-four centuries. All that was left of the great subject of romantic legend were his bones.
"Cleopatra, Julius Caesar, Mark Antony, all stood and gazed at his remains," lectured Lily.
Each took his Turn, hardly able to conceive what lay beneath their eyes.
Then Lily led them into the great storage gallery.
Nearly a hundred people were hard at work. Several were examining the contents of the wooden crates stacked in the gallery's center.
Paintings, stained and soiled, but restorable, along with delicate objects carved from ivory and marble or cast from gold, silver or bronze were catalogued and repacked in new cases for transport to a secure building complex in Maryland for restoration and preservation.
Most of the archaeologists, translators and preservation experts were gently handling the bronze cylindrical tubes that held the thousands of ancient books, translating the copper tags and recording descriptions of the contents. The containers and their delicate scrolls were also carefully packed for shipment to Maryland for study and research.
"Here it is." Lily gestured around the chamber proudly. "So far we've found the complete books of Homer, much of the lost teachings by the great Greek philosophers, early Hebrew writings, manuscripts and historical data showing new insight on Christianity. Maps illustrating previously unknown tombs of ancient kings, the locations of the lost trading centers, including Tarshish and Sheba, and geological charts of mines and oil deposits long forgotten. Enormous gaps in ancient chronological events will be filled. The history of the Phoericians, Mycenaeans, Etruscans, and civifintions that were only rumored to exist, they're all here and accounted for in vivid detail. If restorable, the paintings will give us a true Picture of what the immortals of the ancient world looked like."
for a moment the President had nothing to say. He was numbed. He couldn't begin to digest the immensity of the astonishing accumulation.
As art, it was priceless. As knowledge, its value was incalculable.
Finally, he asked in a hushed voice, "How long before you'll be finished here?"
"We'll move the scrolls first, then the artwork," replied Lily. "The sculptures will go last. Working around the clock, we hope to have the passage and gallery emptied and the entire collection safely in Maryland by New Year's."
"Almost sixty days," said Sandecker.
"And the translation of the scrolls?" Lily shrugged. "That preservation is the slow part. Depending on budget restrictions, we're looking at anywhere between twenty and fifty years to make all translations and gain a full understanding of what we have."
"Don't worry about funding," said the President excitedly the project will have the highest priority. I'll see to that."
"We can't fool the international community much longer into believing these magnificent treasures were destroyed," warned Schiller. "We've got to make an announcement, and soon."
"True," said Senator Pitt. "The uproar from our own people and those of foreign governments has not slackened since the explosion."
"Tell me about it," the President muttered dryly. "My popularity poll has dropped fifteen points; Congress is chewing my tail, and every one else is..."
"If you gentlemen will forgive me," said Lily shyly, "but if you can hold off for another ten days, I and the project members can produce some film and video tape of the major pieces of the inventory."
Pitt looked at the President. "I think she has just handed us
a bombshell. A dramatic disclosure by the White House, backed by a documentary, sounds like a hell of an idea."
He took Lily's hand and patted it. you, Dr. Sharp. You've just saved my life."
"Oh, thank you, Mr. President!" Lily gasped, throwing her arms around him in unabashed enthusiasm.
Admiral Sandecker shook his hand. "Thank you, sir. I think you've just made everyone's day."
Schiller leaned over and spoke softly into Lily's ear. "Just make sure you translate the geological data first. We may keep the artworks but the knowledge should be shared with the world.
Lily only nodded.
After the fever of excitement and the questions eased a bit, Lily led the Presidential group over to a corner of the gallery where Pitt and Giordino were sitting around a folding table with a Latin/Greek slator who was examining a cylinder's tag with a magnifying glass.
The President recognized them and swiftly walked over. "Good to see you alive and healthy, Dirk," he said with a warm smile. "On behalf of a grateful nation I wish to thank you for this astonishing gift."
Pitt came to his feet, leaning heavily on a cane. "I'm only happy it turned out so well. If not for my friend Al here and Colonel Hollis, I'd still be under Gongora Hill."
"Will you please clear up the mystery?" asked Schiller. 'How did you know the Library treasures were beneath this lower hill instead of the higher Gongora?"
