Birthright

"Proof, Julianna, proof!" he told her, voice lowered so as not to be heard by the rest of the crew, or the diggers standing above them. He held his hand up in front of his chest, releasing his fingers and carefully drawing the corners of the kerchief back to reveal the smooth surface and distinguishable lines etched into the face millennium earlier. "Look at it, there's no mistaking now," he added, a small air of victory in his voice. He held the item out to her, keeping it under the cover from the eyes above.