Everywhere the Glint of Gold 
Lady Evelyn Herbert fidgeted nervously as the sound of metal hitting the ancient plaster reached her ears.
What is taking Mr. Carter so long? Evelyn mused, adjusting her wide-brimmed hat. I think I will die of the suspense!
As if reading her thoughts, Evelyn's father turned to her. "Quite exciting, isn't it Eve my dear?"
Evelyn smiled at her father, breathing in the familiar scent of his expensive cigarettes. If it wasn't for her father -- George Herbert, the fifth Earl of Carnarvon -- Mr. Carter would not be here right now, chipping away at the plaster of this tomb of a virtually unknown Pharoah.
The tomb of a Pharaoh! Lady Evelyn thought. And to think, no one has stood at this spot for some 3,000 years!
Lord Carnarvon had taken photographs of the seals on the tomb earlier. It belonged to Pharaoh, all right. They were all disappointed, however, when Mr. Carter first noticed that part of the door had been opened once and resealed. Carnarvon had noticed another such patch of plaster. These four; Howard Carter, Lord Carnarvon, Lady Evelyn, and Arthur Callender, were, sadly, not the first to find this tomb.
Suddenly, the incessant chipping ceased.
"Light the candle." Howard Carter said, breathing heavily; more from excitement than any sort of physical exhaustion.
Evelyn sprung into action, quickly lighting an extra candle she held and passing it to Carter's outstretched hand. Her hands trembled as she did so, but she did not drop it. Evelyn stood on her toes and strained her neck to see Carter hold the candle to the hole he had made in the door. The flame of the candle flickered and Howard Carter's hand shook. Evelyn gasped, expecting the flame to be blown out from the hot air of the tomb, but was not so, and Carter peered into the darkness.
Lord Carnarvon and Evelyn held their breath as Carter wordlessly stared into the tomb.
Father and daughter exchanged anxious glances before Carnarvon finally choked out. "Can you see anything?"
Evelyn moved closer to Mr. Carter, getting as close as she could as her father and Arthur Callender looked on. She stood on her toes again, and tried to see past the archaeologist.
"Yes..." Carter finally said, releasing the word from slightly smiling lips as the three others released their held breath. He did not look away from the hole for even an instant, however; fearing, perhaps, that if he did so, it would have all been a dream. "...wonderful things!"
His eyes were now adjusted to the light, but his heart had not yet adjusted to the thrill of the discovery. It was still beating rapidly; dancing almost to the same frantic rhythm as the flickering flame. He could see it all now: "...details of the room emerged slowly from the mist: strange animals, statues and gold - everywhere the glint of gold!"
