The Time Travelers' Club: Chapter 62 -- The Report

Still in Ancient Egypt, near the building of the Pyramids, Mrs. Steers pulled out a small notepad from her bag.  After scribbling a note, she folded it and whispered an incantation.  The paper fizzed and disappeared.  Mrs. Steers then began to pace back and forth.

"Alright, I just sent you a note that I would be here."  Mrs. Steers said patiently, scanning the workers.  "Come on.  Come on.  I can't let Sam be alone for too long." Sam has disappeared to see Khufu being mummified.

A couple of minutes passed before Rufus Leightstone appeared in front of two workman who walked right though him.  Grimacing, he paused a moment, before brushing off his tweed jacket and the front of his matching pants as if to rid himself of dust.

"Ah ha," said Mrs. Steers.  "There you are."

Looking up, Leightstone waved.  "My dear Mrs. Steers.  So good to see you."

Rufus Leightstone was just a little taller than she was.   His thinning grey hair fluttered in the breeze.  "I should have worn a hat.  My hair will be a mess."

Mrs. Steers chuckled, noticing that there wasn’t enough hair to be messed.

"Well, as the head of the International Council of the Time Savers Clubs, I want to be the first to congratulate you on your research.   We were very impressed."  The Council consisted of five members.  They oversaw all the chapters of the club, as well as organized the annual convention.

Regally, Leightstone shook her hand, very much old school in manners and demeanor.

"Thank you," said Mrs. Steers.  "I'm glad to hear that.   So, I am positive that Sam is the one.   I have gone over the genealogy numerous times."

"The entire council commends you on your research.  Putting all the clues together must have taken years.  We agree with your findings. If not, we are in deep trouble.  How's his education?  Are you teaching him the incantations?"

"Oh yes, he's magnificent.   On the third try of the basic travel incantation, we were here.  No issues."

"Really!"  Leightstone was flabbergasted.  "On the third.   That's very impressive."

"His orb.   Pure white."

Leightstone stared at her.  "Really."  His voice was quiet.

"Yes."  Mrs. Steers nodded.

"Pure white.  Not just close to white, but pure white."

Mrs. Steers nodded again.  "Sorry, we didn't learn that until after I sent you my report."

Leightstone shook his head.  "It's important and adds to your research, but at this point, the Council is convinced.   We've read enough to agree with your findings."

Leightstone pulled out an envelope from his jacket pocket. "Here's our response back to you.  It's basically what I just told you.   We have also called a special meeting of the Council to discuss what to do next.   There's much we can do, but we must agree."

Mrs. Steers took the envelope and put it in her bag.  "When is it?"

"Next week.  Can you come?"  Leightstone scratched his head.  "The Council has agreed to only meet with the East and West Coast Chapters at this time.   Only the heads of the other clubs will be attending.  We may have to invite everyone.  It may be an unexpected convention."

"What's the membership?  About 100, isn't it?"

"Last time I checked 112.  Two new members in the West Coast chapter."

Mrs. Steers smiled wide.   Her eyes lit up with excitement.  "Yes, I know.  I got to meet one of them that last time I was here.  It was the pink sunglasses that have him away."

Leightstone nodded. "I wondered if you would."   He walked over to a large stone being prepared to be moved up the ramp to the top level of the Pyramid.

Mrs. Steers walked over and stood next to him.  "Amazing construction.  Just amazing.  How they ever came to build this is beyond me."

"And now we stand on a new threshold ourselves.   What does it all mean?   We've found an heir that we can say for sure is going to change our club.  Would the world be able to handle this information if they knew we existed?"

Mrs. Steers shook her head.  "Just think of Dr. Herkeimer.  All it takes is one very convincing man to put everything in jeopardy.  One mad man..."  Her voice trailed off.

Leightstone drew in a long breath.  "I've got to go.  A lot of organizing to do.  We've got to plan."

"And I've got to find Sam.  He's practicing his incantations."  Mrs. Steers shook his hand and he was gone.  "And now off to see what Sam's found."