Queen Thalia, formerly known as Lady Nefertari, was dragged, after her coronation, to begin her responsibilities of great royal wife and visit the temples, schools, and weaving workshops that depended on her favor. She met the managers of the lands of the queen, the superiors of the harems; that were in charge of the education of the girls, the scribes destined to administrate her estates, tax collectors, the priests and priestesses that realized in her name the "wife of the god" rituals, and other officials.
For several days, she was taken to countless places non stop. She met hundreds of persons, talked to them, always smiled, and look refreshed without the least trace of tiredness. Everyday, her beautification staff transformed her into the most beautiful woman in the world. From her charm depended the happiness of Pharaoh and Egypt.
Exhausted, she fell as long as she was in a low bed. The delicate silhouette of Lady Khamsin approached her.
"I have no more strength left."
The young women nodded consenting in the agreement.
Tata could not believe what she heard. The barbarians soaked in their own filth?
The queen closed her eyes and put herself in the capable hands of a manicurist and a pedicurist that painted all her nails, and toes red. After that two servants poured warm water with the scents of roses, sandalwood, and lavender all over her body. Then she stretched out on a bed of ten heated stones (clear quartz, snowflake obsidian, aventurine, rose quartz, black onyx, leopardskin jasper, citrine, malachite, red jasper and carnelian.) for an extensive massage with a pomade of sandalwood, passion flower, frankincense, myrrh and lotus. All these things constituted a special spell against tiredness.
Suddenly the hands on her front changed their rhythm, caressing her delicate nipples like they were the soft petals of a Flower of Darkness.
They went to the garden and went to the small pond were close by was the barraza were he declared his love for the first time.
He slid her short linen dress by her shoulders, and their lips, bodies and souls united.
This time he could not fail. This time he had to be precise. This time he had to kill pharaoh. Silently he hid in the bushes close to the barraza and waited for the precise moment. Pharaoh was on his feet cooing the queen. The killer took one of his infamous arrows, the ones with a vulture as an emblem, and tensed the arc aiming towards his neck. All of the sudden the queen's hands flew to her heart.
"Sweetheart what's wrong?!"
The killer let fly the arrow, and using all her strength she pushed her beloved out of harms way, however the arrow bit her flesh letting flow her blood, and a small yelp of pain.
How was this possible? Another murder attempt! In the courtyard of HIS palace! His beloved saved his life once again. But she paid the price with pain, blood and tears. HER tears! Enraged with the fury of the goddess Sekmet (the devourer) he jumped so fast to the bushes, that the killer had no time to escape.
Alarmed by all the commotion the palace staff and guards came to the assistance of the royal couple.
Khamsin and Tata took Nefertari away, so she could have a well deserved good night sleep. The pharaoh followed her with his eyes, when at last she was nowhere to be seen, he turned around, and went to palace guards. The ones that held a very nervous prisoner.
Who could blame him? At first the guards wanted to stick all kinds of sharp and pointy things on him. However, Lord Durrah had other plans for him.
Stark naked, and chained, the killer was forced to hold his ankles, making his posterior look upwards. His eyes almost came out of their sockets when an evilly smiling Lord Durrah appeared with a pair of thongs holding a red-white hot coal.
"Ah! The ways of the gods are amazing! You tried to harm us depriving us of our pharaoh and our beloved queen, and now *sigh*...I'm going to do you good, eliminating any past or future problems with your hemorrhoids."
"I have a better idea." The wig of the assassin almost fell off when he heard the voice of the living god. He was made to kneel in front of the king, and Lord Durrah bowed at his cousin's presence. Pharaoh didn't show emotion at all. He had in his hands one of the arrows. The pennant at the end said it all. Bes.
At long last the assassin of his father, the one that literally broke his mother's heart, the one that tried to kill him, the one that injured his beloved, was at hand.
"Please divine one, let me avenge this treachery, I can make miserable the rest of his life when nature calls." Durrah eyed evilly the pair of thongs that carried the red-white hot coal. "Or let your loyal subjects avenge you. My soldiers want to use him as a pin cushion."
The killer began to scream like a banshee, his eyes looked like they were coming out of their sockets, paling and swaying on his feet. By destroying his earthly body in a way that it could never be embalmed and preserved, Tut-Ank-Ra was condemning him to oblivion. There couldn't exist harsher punishment, he was being denied the fields of paradise.
Three guards with golden hair came and tried to restrain him using punches, kicks, and brute physical strenght. Pharoh signaled one of the ovens and they tried to shove him in it, but he resisted deperately, four more guards had to interveine to at last get him inside the oven. The condemmed tried to escape but the guards redoubled their efforts when they heard the king.
Without remorse pharoh turned around and went inside his castle. In his bedroom Nefertari waited for him.
Pharaoh had to visit the whole country at least one time in his reign. Was there a better way to make it than with the new Queen? The complete court accompanied them. In the Royal Barge, five doctors, pharaohs secretary, viziers, ministers, priests, even Tata and Lady Khamsin were on that ship.
At that time the festival of the goddess Opet was in full swing. Opet was the goddess of safe childbirths and maternal instincts. At that time of the year, the priests allowed the slaughter of the river cows so the people could enjoy the meat. The ivory tusks would belong to the vizier and the hides would belong to the army to make war shields from them.
Army squadrons would spear and kill the beasts, harpooning them, and the court would follow the action with a commotion of their own. Only two things were more impressive than the drama developing in the water. The Pharaoh and The Queen.
He, serene in his throne looked with a imperceptive smile at all the happenings, and proud because the Queen would look at it all in total awe.
A servant brought them a thick, beige, liquid.
Meanwhile, the queen was equally admired as well by the male courtesans, but not so openly, for fear of the bad tempered, and jealous, red-headed pharaoh.
Lady Khamsin was with Tata and the court cheering and shouting, admiring the skill of the harpooners. Because of the blood that came out of the carcasses of the hippos, another creature came to see the spectacle. Crocodiles.
When Khamsin saw the first one of those monsters she felt a sudden chill. Closing her eyes she hear a courtesan ask:
She felt the wind going strong, and messing with her hair.
-Divine one? Can we go closer to what is happening?
The soft joke about his height made him smile fully; standing up, and extending his big, white and soft hand to her, they went to look closer.
In the commotion a small squadron of harpooners was battling with a huge crocodile. So big, that it was thought to be three times the size of a common man. More harpooners came to their help, and killed the dragon. The court cheered and shouted their courage. The skinners were pleased to see such a magnificent specimen. It's skin would become hard enough to shield from arrows and swords, lighter than bronze, it also could be converted into an armor that could strike terror in the hearts of the enemies.
The court looked from a distance the fallen beast, and Lady Khamsin noticed something strikingly different about that beast, and it wasn't the enormous size of it. It was the color of the eyes, one of one color, because it was blind from it, and the other black.
How to describe it? How to say that she has seen that creature before? She didn't know when but she knew that she had seen it before.
The skinners went to work, but stopped suddenly, and a shout of horror came from the mouths of the ones observing the scene. Then Khamsin understood all a sudden. Her powers of sia, the premonition, had occurred again. She remembered the voice of her beloved Set warning her about the dangers that would come soon. However she hadn't expected it to be so soon. When she saw the contents of the belly of the animal her revulsion was complete.
-Step aside! Step aside! The Good Gods are coming! The Good Gods are coming! Step aside! Pharaoh and the Queen! The Queen! She must not see this horror! She mustn't!
- What happened here?
From the opened belly of the creature, the partially digested remains of a middle aged woman slithered to the ship's board. The animal had swallowed the woman in two bites. The flesh was pasty white and bleached from the strong digestive acids. The rest of the body was sloughing, the only thing that remained intact was the face. A face that looked scarily similar to the queen's. That would be the face of the queen when she reached maturity. However, The Queen called the owner of that face mom.
From his view pharaoh saw from the macabre remains, a necklace identical than the one Thalia was wearing. There was no mistake, it was her mother.
No sooner he realized the horrible truth, from Thalia's throat came a shriek so high and heart rendering that it cut through the heart of all the people there. When he looked, Thalia's eyes turned in their sockets just like when he was in tension, but her legs were failing her. In her dismay she uttered softly:
She felt a numbing darkness arise, the last thing that she saw was her beloved, darting to catch her.
At last Thalia opened her eyes. Thanks to the gods that he was there, and he hadn't forsaken her...yet.
After he spoke to his wife, he went for his aunt.
With two claps of his hands a small crowd of servants arrived, and listened to his instructions: to bring him his war outfit, his black cape, and the mask of the jackal god of the underworld, Anubis. The Lord of Darkness was going to fight his final battle against Bes.
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