Tut: The Boy King

[first lines]

Himself - Host:
Speak his name softly - Tutankhamun - treasured antiquity sealed in a tomb. Weave us a tapestry, silver and gold. Sing us a song of him centuries old.

Himself - Host:
The Twentieth Century looks back in wonder. We may be, for all our posturing, but a passing footnote in the documents of civilization.

[last lines]

Himself - Host:
A final moment of contemplation, an early Egyptian grace note in the distant music of the Nile: God be between you and harm in all the empty places you must walk. Good night.