Clerk # 1: I will take it from here, Corporal Amenhotep.( To Leah and Jacob) Do you have a copy of Immigration Application # XZY-431?
Leah( removing paper from her sack): Here it is.
Clerk # 1: This is neither right nor proper. No: this is a papyrus signed by one Joseph son of Jacob( to Clerk # 2): Isn’ t he that Hebrew fellow, the jailbird interpreter of dreams of whom His Majesty is so fond?
Jacob: Yes; he is my son. He is Grand Vizier of the Kingdom, and second only to the Pharaoh.
Clerk # 2: H’ m.( Whispering to Clerk # 1) I have heard that he is not too popular at the Royal Court. The Pharaoh’ s nobles hate him. I would watch my back if I were you, Clerk Amun.
Leah: Is there a problem? My nephew Joseph told me that he would meet us here today. We would have been sooner, but there was an Amalekite attack as we were departing the Land of Moab. Could we send him a message at the Pharaoh’ s Palace, perhaps?
Clerk # 1: Madam, I am required to speak only with your husband, not a mere wife— certainly not one so lowly as yourself, a Canaanite female. You, Sirrah( speaking to Jacob)— could you come into my cubicle and answer some questions?
Jacob: I will do my best, but the heat of the day is oppressive to me, and I am not as young as I once was, when I crossed the Jordan River armed with my bow and my sword. I—
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