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cleasterwood — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 06:38:43 CDT

Welcome to "Talismans of Time" -- The Wiki

Updated 7-29-08
Our new website, Ra's Warrior, is open!!! It's sparse at the moment, but please update your bookmarks as I will soon be closing this wiki.
Ankh! Udja! Seneb!
Lynn & Clarissa

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New Chapters of Ra's Warrior posted!!! 6-6-08
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If you like my pages, please leave a comment for me. I'd love to hear from you!

Chapters 1-10 are posted for your enjoyment here. I have since put this aside to work on the graphic novel version. These chapters are really just teasers.

Let me start by telling you a little about myself. My fascination with the Egyptian culture started when I first learned about it in elementary school. Since then I have amassed a vast collection of web links and a wealth of knowledge both mainstream and controversial, which I will post as time allows. This wiki is a temporary home until I can afford a nice website.

My hobbies and past times include: reading, writing, movies, watching the Discovery (go Mythbusters!) and History channels, motorcycle riding, and sport fishing in the Atlantic Ocean. I have been married for ten years and have a wonderful seven-year old. I find inspiration in the oddest of places like the grocery stores, on walks, and the beach.

I enjoy books by Graham Hancock, Robert Bauval, Edgar Cayce, and other popular theorists. My favorite fiction writer is Anne Rice who through her wonderful novels has inspired me to become a writer.

My all time favorite Pharaoh is Khemenkhufu (Khufu) or Cheops as he was called by the Greeks. He was the 'supposed' builder of the Great Pyramid and there is very little known about him historically. I say 'supposed' because there are many controversies surrounding the Giza Plateau and who actually built the Pyramids and Sphinx. Time lines stretch from 2,500 B.C. to 10,500 B.C. This is a vast span of time and personally, I tend to agree with those theorist who have dated the Sphinx at 10,500 B.C. because there is much that modern Egyptologists have overlooked in their search for the truth about the Plateau.

Popular theories include the following:
1. The Sphinx was built by a superior race from Atlantis who escaped before the Great Flood and brought their knowledge to Egypt to preserve it for all eternity. Where one day it will be found and it will reveal to the world the truth about the age of humans.
2. The Great Pyramid was used not as a burial site for the Pharaoh Khufu but as a place of sacred initiation.
3. The Great Pyramid was actually an ancient power plant that provided electricity to ancient Egypt.
4. The Sphinx's alignment to the constellation Leo states that on the annual rising of the star Sirius, the Sphinx was perfectly aligned with it's celestial counterpart in the year 10,500 B.C.
There are so many other theories behind the Giza Plateau that it would take up too many pages to list them all, so I will stop with my favorite and most popular four.

You can add content to your heart's content without registering. I've posted the first 5 chapters of "Ra's Warrior" for your reading pleasure.

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Ankh! Udja! Seneb!
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C. L.

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Ra's Warrior an Egyptian fantasy novel

cleasterwood — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 08:49:04 CDT

Chapter 1 of Egyptian fantasy novel Ra's Warrior
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Chapter 3 of Egyptian fantasy novel Ra's Warrior
Chapter 4 of Egyptian fantasy novel Ra's Warrior
Chapter 5 of Egyptian fantasy novel Ra's Warrior
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Chapter 6of Egyptian fantasy novel Ra's Warrior
Chapter 7 of Egyptian fantasy novel Ra's Warrior
Chapter 8of Egyptian fantasy novel Ra's Warrior
Chapter 9 of Egyptian fantasy novel Ra's Warrior
Chapter 10 of Egyptian fantasy novel Ra's Warrior

Enshrouded by the winds of time and the sands of mainstream Egyptology is the Ancients’ secret. Twins, Andrea and Elise Regal, are about to brush away the grains concealing their destinies. Summoned by primeval gods and the Talisman of Time, Andrea traverses time to the court of King Khufu where she not only finds love but also becomes skilled in the arts of magic and war. Tormented by visions and her sister’s voice breaking the threshold of time, Elise becomes a pawn in a god’s game of Senet. Unaware she is the catalyst to thwart Apep's evil scheme, Elise must find and master the remaining talisman before time proves fatal for all humanity.

Chapter 9 of Egyptian fantasy novel Ra's Warrior

cleasterwood — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 08:21:33 CDT

Chapter 9

Cairo

They wore a hole in the tarmac waiting. The plane, much like her life, had been delayed. Fluorescent lights intensified the deepening shallows on her face. Too terrified to sleep, she had lain awake all night for the last two days, but it didn’t matter because each time she closed her eyes or looked into a mirror Elise saw her sister. If deprived of sleep for much longer her body would press the issue. Biting her hair, she waited. Crumpled paper tumbled by as the plane taxied to a stop. Her pink dress flapped ever so slowly in the breeze.

Even the armed guards couldn’t bar her from bolting toward her father once his cane touched the asphalt. “Daddy!” Despite Elise’s impoverished condition, the force of her embrace almost knocked Mark over.

He kissed her forehead. “I missed you so much.” The soft patting on her back reassured her.

“Adel, old friend, it’s good to see you.” Mark’s arm extended and she felt them shake. Rickety tires squeaked; off-loading luggage banged around. “Let’s go inside and wait.” Taking his daughter’s hand, the trio walked and talked in hushed tones.

“Given the severity of the situation, you look well. But, I fear I have failed you.” Adel’s taut lips and determined gander conveyed mixed emotions Elise had trouble pin-pointing. The world seemed to rotate at different speeds at different times. Odd how she had been taking notice of even the smallest things lately; it was akin to being tugged by a string attached somewhere in the stomach. What the hell is happening to me?

She heard her father say, “You’ve done nothing of the sort Adel. Have the scrolls yielded any clues?”

“If there were any clues I would’ve found them already. I’ve gone through her journals, read every shard of pottery on our shelves, and almost burnt a hole in the papyrus with the magnifying glass. Maybe you can make sense of it once you read it, Daddy.”

“Myths and legends of the local cities may yield something.”

Mark said, “True, Adel. On the way to Giza, you must tell me exactly what occurred before her disappearance.”

“Why are we going to Giza first?” Elise asked.

The warmth of a father’s smile calmed her. “We need to get your belongings. I can not endure the desert heat and I absolutely do not want you alone. Both of you are staying at the hotel with me.”

Arguing with her father was a mute point.

They picked up his luggage and rushed through customs. It was a drab ride to the plateau. The men talked about the events leading up to Andrea’s vanishing act. Elise wanted to cram toothpicks under her eyelids as sleep reared its ugly head again. Daylight would be her salvation. Packing would give her a second wind. I have to stay awake, she thought as her eyelids drooped. Prolonging bed was priority number one. Thankfully, a bump in the road jolted her into alertness. Against a ruby sunrise, the Sphinx was an ominous beast and the pyramids pointed to the last remaining star in the irradiating heavens.

The jeep pulled around the waterfall of the Le Meridien Pyramids Hotel and stopped underneath the tan and black awning. Mark frequented Le Meridien and when the concierge saw them pull up, the pomp and circumstance began. A line of porters, dressed in black pants and tan button-downs, promenaded out through the sliding glass doors. Wearing a formal suit, the short brunette concierge salaamed. “Good afternoon, Mr. Regal. I see you have your lovely daughter with you today.” He bent and kissed her hand. “Your suite is ready. Allow me to personally check you in.”

Habib walked with his back arched and chest protruding. Shades of warm browns dominated the reception area. Mark’s cane squeaked on the shiny marble floor. An upside down tear-drop chandelier hung over the sweeping staircase. Round tables with palm trees and burnt-sienna leather chairs surrounded the bar across from the Check-In desk. Elise traipsed over, melted into a chair, and put the pet carrier in her lap. Adel watched with vigilance.

The concierge placed the keys into Mark’s hand and palmed the tip in one swift motion. “If you require anything at all, do not hesitate. Please enjoy your stay.” Habib salaamed again and pointed towards the express elevator to the Royal Club Floor.

Mark rounded the two stragglers up. When they walked beneath the staircase, a bell-hop verified their destination and pressed the elevator button. Even first class travel had become painful because of his rheumatoid arthritis; once he sat down, he planned on staying put until the aching subsided. After they found Andrea, he’d tell his daughters about his recently diagnosed heart condition. Until then, it was best to hide it from everyone except Adel. Elise huddled close and gazed up with heart-wrenching puppyish eyes. The poor child jumped out of her skin when the bell dinged.

Tall Inupew statues stood on either side of the full-length window where an inspiring view of the pyramids greeted them; it reminded him of Andrea. Tan Berber carpeting, plush contemporary furnishings, and delicate hand-painted papyrus complimented one another. A tall Arabian beauty smiled broadly and welcomed them, enunciating each word with perfect English. She floated from behind the ebony u-shaped desk and escorted them down the sunlit hallway. Mark admired her elegant gait. It had been such a long time since he had last felt the softness of a woman’s touch. Letting go of Salena encompassed the remainder of his days. He knew the mother of his children waited with open arms beyond the great pearly gates of Heaven, but he had long since lost faith in God. His eternal soul faced purgatory.

Adel slipped the card key into the locking mechanism. Fragrant flowers were positioned on the dining room table. Sand-colored carpet along the perimeter the wall contrasted nicely with the hardwood flooring in the spacious living area. Freed from the cage, Max went straight for the window and meowed. Elise fluffed the red, yellow, and green throw pillows strewn on the couch. Sitting down, she patted the cushion beside her.

“Thank you, sweetheart. The trip across the pond took its toll on me.” His daughter slid a pillow under his feet when he rested them on the oak coffee table. Clicking on the television was the worst thing she could have done. Plastered on the screen was Andrea’s photo and the announcer droned on about the “Curse of the Pharaohs”, which irritated him so much that he quickly turned it off. Since the news reminded him, he decided it was time to talk to Elise about the dreams. And after having listened intently, he said, “We are a family of inquisitive minds; among the three of us, we can figure this out.”

“It would help if I can find a Priest of the Old Ways. But locating a legitimate one will not be easy because there are many charlatans. We must thoroughly check their references to keep from being duped. I can take care of that aspect.”

“Agreed. Elise and I will start with the local legends. It’s all we have to go on right now, and is worth researching. First though, young lady, you must get some sleep.”

The harsh discord of her firm “no” surprised him. “You have to sleep sometime. I will be right here if you need me.”

“I’m not tired, Daddy. I’ll go to bed when I’m ready.” When Adel shook his head, Elise blew a gasket. “Don’t look at me like that. I said I’ll go to bed when I’m damned well ready!”

“Don’t be rude, young lady,” Mark reprimanded. “It’s not his fault you can’t sleep.”

“Yes it is! He didn’t pay attention to his job and now Andrea is gone. It is his fault!” She snorted and stomped out of the room. Four little black paws scurried after her.

“Adel, she doesn’t mean it.”

“Yes, she does and she’s right.”

“I don’t believe that for one second. Things happen for a reason; it was unavoidable. She shouldn’t lay blame. Besides, I refuse to tolerate such behavior.”

“It was worse before you arrived. Her well being concerns me most of all. Lack of sleep is affecting her judgment.”

“I have a confession to make, my friend. We may require the services of a private physician for both Elise and me. I could not say this in front of her, but I have a heart arrhythmia. My doctor wants to install a pacemaker. My old ticker isn’t what it used to be, my friend.” Mark lightly tapped his chest.

“I will keep it under my fez.” Adel’s worry-lines skewed.

“Thank you. Oh, could you pass me the room service menu? I’m starving for some decent food.”

Chapter 10

Chapter 8 of Egyptian fantasy novel Ra's Warrior

cleasterwood — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 08:21:05 CDT

Chapter 8

Men-Nefer

War was the topic of the day. The generals bickered back and forth like old, Athenian harpies. His mind was currently focused on Ha’atshep. Over a month ago, she had left and still no word. Tehuti should have been here a week ago.

Hemynu’s disapproval and continued nagging shortened Khufu’s temper considerably until one day, he exploded. “Your place is not to question me!” He slammed his fist on the armrest. “Only the Gods can impose their displeasures upon me, yet none have done so. Speak of it again and I shall remove your tongue!” Although Hemynu distanced himself after being threatened, his appearance today was an excuse to get away from these stuffy old generals.

Hemynu bowed stiffly. “My King, Ha’atshep has returned. Apep’s minions sank the barque well before she reached Hermopolis. I instructed her to speak with you after she bathed.”

“She has returned; it is all I am required to know,” he said with a lax tone. The Vizier bowed again and left without initiating a conversation. Khufu had hoped his friend’s anger diminished, but such a threat was abhorrent and uneasy to forget. Left without reprieve, the demands of the assembly cornered him. Debates continued, the king’s foot tapped faster as his interest waned. Soon he slipped out, unseen, through the hidden passage behind the throne.

Unrestricted exploration brought joy to Andrea’s face and her diversity astounded him. His heart palpated each time she neared. Many times, they met in the garden after he dealt with the day’s business. She constantly questioned about his culture and beliefs; he, in turn, asked of hers. Some details he expected to be withheld, for revealing too much of the future was ill advised. Their time together was enjoyed by both and he hated every second they were apart.

Khufu proceeded to garden after finding her quarters empty. Rarely had he seen so many fowls gathered at once and to keep from scaring them, he observed from the portico. A small vigilant hawk was perched on her shoulder. In a pink gown with her hair pulled up in some strange fashion, she fed her feathered congregation. Just seeing her charmed him like a snake-handler. Wings flapped as the birds scattered when she stood, but the hawk remained on his moving perch. Its talons should have ripped her supple skin, but the magnificent bird of prey did not leave a scratch.

“I see you have a new friend.” He called across the yard, speaking more to Heru than to Andrea. The Hawk God’s head twisted as Andrea pivoted, waved, and strolled across the plush green carpet. They met in the middle. She kissed him gingerly on the cheek because she thought no one was watching; she was oblivious of whom it was resting on her shoulder. Khufu’s smile broadened with the soft touch of her lips mixed with bursts of air from the now hovering deity. “Why did you do that?”

“I felt like it. Should I not?” she questioned.

“What?”

“Should I not kiss you?”

Thick arms swept her up with ferocious desire. His tongue parted her lips and delved into her fully. Sheer ecstasy consumed him as she reciprocated fervently. The flavor of her lips made him crazy. He wanted to do it from the first time he saw her and now he had no urge to let go. It would have continued forever if Heru had not squawked several times and flew off. Khufu forced himself to break away. Her features became crimson almost as if she had never been kissed before. He scanned the area.

Tehuti’s feathers ruffled to life. The small statue paled in comparison to the actual deity. Andrea was in somewhat of a daze when Khufu went to greet him. “Welcome, Master Tehuti.”

“I see you are well, Khufu. It seems I arrived in time.” His sly grin was bracketed by chubby dimples. “How does she fare?” Wise, round eyes detoured their view.

“She adjusts well, Master, but her heart is still heavy with a yearning for home.”

“Those feelings should lessen with time.”

“This one is unlike most women. My deception was discovered immediately. Given the proper encouragement, she shall be an excellent pupil.”

“I see the colors within her and you. You have fallen in love with her, have you not?” Tehuti questioned unnecessarily.

“I cannot deny it,” he hung his head and raised his shame-filled almond orbs. “She fills the void within.”

“Oh, I am certain of it. Fear not for her love bubbles upon the surface. If you are lucky, she shall bestow it upon you. Tomorrow her training must commence. Many seasons shall wane until she is fully prepared. Bring her to me.”

Andrea, still where he left her, enjoyed the company of the gathering birds. He just wanted to hold her. Having to tell her they were here sliced their time in half. He slowed his approach and stopped beside her. “Tehuti is waiting,” he said with a touch of personal dread.

“Gods manifest themselves?” Folds of skin came together over the bridge of her nose. Heru, who recently acquainted himself with her by using her as a perch, disguised himself leaving her unaware of his presence.

“The Neteru live and breathe as we do. You see them not?” Khufu briefly explored that unappealing option.

“No one sees God where I’m from. And if they did they’d be arrested if they told anyone.”

“All is possible if you believe it to be. The Neteru walk among us, talk to us, and guide us along the correct path. It is hard to conceive a world without them. I enjoy passing the time with them on a personal level.”

Looking straight ahead, she sighed. The corner of her lip curved down while heavy thoughts preoccupied the mind. Another sigh followed by a roll of the shoulders signaled her readiness. “Where is he?” He loved the way she bit her lip when nervous.

They walked alongside a row of thrones. “These statues are vessels for their spirits to inhabit. The inanimate is rejuvenated by the power of the bennu. Embracing these as their true forms from the First Time, our forefathers and mothers are bound to them until eternity’s end.”

Andrea’s stopped and turned to him. Bright green irises disclosed her intrigue; her pupils shrank to mere specks. “You mean to tell me they were once mortal, like us?”

“Yes and yet, no, my child,” a soothing voice said.

Andrea wasn’t afraid, not really, but her complexion paled. He was a seven foot tall hybrid, man and bird, with a bulky, well-balanced physique. His entire body had a downy covering. Strange though was how his every aspect resembled and ibis: a round face, beaked nose, and thin, wide mouth. Aerodynamic creamy-white feathers grew from the underside of his arms. Spindly fingers with talons extended from elongated hands gripping a carved staff. Red metal wiring in a counter-clockwise spiral design clutched an unblemished white crystal ball. Thick silver wire secured the grip to the staff before it wound down the length of the burnished wood.

“Never has she seen a Neteru,” Tehuti stated with blunt observation. His cool talons curved around her wrist; all seeing eyes blinked. “Over the millennia much has changed. Father Geb clings to life beneath the trampling feet of mortals. Firmament bleeds streaks of fiery red across Mother Nut’s belly. My species have been clouded in myth and mortals slay one another without honor or cause.” A tear rolled over the slick surface of his facial feathers. “Regardless of what cannot be changed, I am neither myth nor god. Once I was alive, but now Death passes over me; I am freed of his bonds. I am the Ascended Master, Teacher of Secrets, and Keeper of Knowledge. Filled am I with the love of the All-Father. His Flame burns within each entity residing on this planet. Some souls have reached their peak and shine white with His flame. These souls shall soon conquer Lord Death and become like the Akhu. Others remain dim; they have much to learn and many more lifetimes to lead. The Neteru can take human form as well as any other form we desire; we are direct descendants of the Father himself. We are like you, yet we are not.”

Her features contorted as she studied him. “Why did you choose this form?”

“You see, during Zep Tepi, our energies were not fixated to one body. Those of us who chose more than one form became known as the Neteru. Those entities who maintained a human guise became the Akhu.

“Near the Time of Permanence, Heru and Seth struggled for control of Khemet. A Tribunal was convened by Lady Neith to settle this long standing dispute. Yet, when I judged in favor of Heru, the rightful heir, Seth unleashed his wrath upon the world.

“One warm harvest day, as Ra traversed the sky-blue of Nut’s belly, I was walking along the River Nile watching a flock of ibis gathered on the shore. Seth attacked them with fierce revelry. My brave Maankha barely survived the slaughter. I nursed her back to health and during this time love befell our hearts. Free of body, I transformed into an ibis to partake of a lifetime as her mate,” Tehuti’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Happiness, for us, was a far-away wish never to be granted. He returned much later to complete his deed.” His talons, clenched with lingering rage, drew blood. “I curse thee, Seth.”

After closing his eyes for several minutes, his features dulled again, and he continued. “The Dark Brotherhood placed selfishness, greed, and drunkenness for material desires into the hearts of the Akhu and the physical embodiments became permanent. The members of the Brotherhood are still Neteru, and able to influence the course of man’s fate, but they carry all that is chaotic in their scorched hearts.”

Uncertainty prostrated onto Andrea’s face as she absorbed it all. It was a bit much to swallow in one gulp.

Tehuti ruffled his feathers. “You seek enlightenment and inner peace as do all creatures living among the shadows; this is what I offer. My teachings shall thrive within you throughout infinity and they shall expectorate your soul from the shadowy bonds of death. The Great Crisis of Man is neigh and preparation is imperative. Your training requires much vitality, Andrea. Rest tonight for on the morrow we begin. Khufu, come forth.”

The mighty king’s posture was less rigid than before; his chin lowered; his fingers interlocked. As obedient as a trained animal, Khufu approached the giant. Having anticipated the unasked question, he replied, “Your quarters are as you requested, Master Tehuti.”

The Neteru shimmered briefly. His massive body shifted, and then a normal looking man with snowy white hair stood before them. Andrea’s pupils enlarged. Tehuti slanted his head. “Does this surprise you as well?” He chirped. She nodded. And he replied, “I shall teach you this as well. For now, enjoy your evening.” Tehuti grinned slyly, and in a poof of feathers, he vanished.

Andrea, one eyebrow up and the other slumped, turned, and stared out over the garden. “This is not what I expected. I’ve discovered many weird and unexplained things--getting here being the strangest. But the importance of my participation eludes me.”

Silence fell like the final curtain on a Broadway stage. Andrea worked hard on her lower lip.

Warmth encompassed her as Khufu inched closer and callous-free palms slid around her exposed waist. His heated breath tickled her ear as he whispered, “One day, you shall come to love this place.”

“I already do. It’s the most beautiful dream I could ever ask for. Your company is the best I’ve had.” Her arms folded across her chest. “Most men are afraid of me.”

“Never shall I fear you. You . . .” Gently, he turned her about. Soft fingertips caressed her cheek while his other hand came to rest behind the small of her back. He drew her in until their hearts beat wildly against one another. Their eyes locked. “I am alive only when you are near.”

Andrea’s stomach tingled and twitched. He traced the contours of her face while she spoke. “The things you say. Your eyes, they stare into my soul. Nobody has ever . . .” Words drifted into oblivion as lips converged. An intruding tongue made her eyes burst open and then flutter shut. Her blood was like jet fuel coursing through heated veins. The kiss mutated into rapids of passion. Khufu explored her as much as she’d allow. Woozy from natural intoxication, her knees buckled, but strong arms nestled her tight.

Then Andrea froze, backed up, and turned away, thinking, I can’t let this happen. Again, arms encircled her waist. He nuzzled the bend of her neck, breathing in her femininity. His whispered words were torment. “I have waited many lifetimes for you, my love.” Andrea unlatched his unwilling fingers and distanced herself. Khufu was a persistent man. Somewhat crestfallen he asked, “What bothers you?”

“It is unimportant.”

He stroked her slumped shoulders. “Come, I have another place I wish you to see.”

He led her from the sun-filled garden, through candle illuminated palace halls, and halted at a door with various animal depictions. Invisible hands pushed open the massive entry and Andrea’s cheeks crimsoned with the rising delight accompanying her broad smile.

Gazelles and zebra gathered at feeding spots as men dumped out a cornucopia of hays and barleys onto the ground of the vast savannah-like foyer. Birds flew in at their leisure to pick up scraps. Benches skirted the lazy river winding through the masterfully designed zoo. Floral arched pathways invited visitors for a leisurely stroll. Khufu guided them along the river amidst the mad symphony she couldn’t yet see. Large cats roared and growled as their arguments over slabs of raw meat escalated. Monkeys, concerned with their own disagreements, chattered and thumped their chests. A nearby elephant trumpeted.

Near the middle of the open air foyer, an ancient Tamarisk tree stood. The feathery leaves provided at least 60 feet of soft shade and small pink flowers clung from the ends of thin, stringy branches. A small carving around the bole of the tree dedicated it to Wesir. Lime green grass reached over her braided leather sandals; it was luscious and cool against her toes. Without warning a vervet monkey, brown eyes fixated, tromped from the tree, and seized her ankle bracelet. When Andrea wiggled her foot to escape the small, olive green tree climber with a white vesture, it made a tree out of her. Right up to her shoulder he went; sharp fingernails dug in the entire way up. It tugged at her hair, played with her jewelry, and then protested. There was no shaking the furry assailant. “Khufu, will you please help me?” All she could hear though was monkey chatter and hysterical laughter. Andrea grappled for her freedom. “This is beautiful. Why did you wait so long to bring me here?” Andrea asked, ducking a swat to the head from her new “friend”.

“My thoughts were elsewhere. I have an aviary as well. I shall take you there if you wish it.”

“Maybe later we. . . Hey, stop that!” She grabbed the monkey’s little gray hand just before he yanked on her hair for the fifteenth time.

“He likes you.”

“Obviously.” Their laughter relieved pent up frustrations. “How many species have you acquired?”

“Forty-seven at last count. Each of those arched pathways leads to individual animal habitats, and . . .”

His voice and caressing hand became far off phantoms as her thoughts cornered her.

I can’t let myself fall for him. How could anyone live this way? Maybe I’m just falling in love with the idea of love. But his damned persistence makes it near impossible.

She hadn’t even noticed the disappearance of her “friend” when Khufu brought her back from her silent fortress by saying, “Andrea, I wish you to meet someone.”

As they strolled, the visible exhibits gave her some insight to the techniques used in ancient zoo design. Manicured lime-green grass produced small yellow flowers throughout. A sphinx lined path led to stone bridges crossing the mock Nile. Trimmed hedges encircled secluded seating areas, which had small fountains and raised flower beds at their centers. Sentries of sandstone, which mimicked human flesh beautifully, shimmered with quartz bits giving them the illusion of life. Crenellated walls denoted the great expanse designated as a zoo.

Fascinated by the utilization of levels and pulleys, Andrea rushed over to a chimp exhibit. Heavy ropes, tethered to the corners of a wide, thick plank, ran between two pieces of cedar girthed with layered leather straps. “So this is why we never found rope-scored wood.” The ropes disappeared through holes drilled into wood squares and next to the device was a foot lever. With an askance look, she studied it as she allowed Khufu to lead her along.

Entering through a floral archway, they were immediately confined by a chest high fence. Khufu swung open the gate with silver hinges and herded her inside the expansive half-forest, half-meadow habitat. The miniature river flowed through here too, but disappeared into the forest. Guard towers, with connecting catwalks, spaced regularly suggested an exterior wall. It made her wonder why the sounds of city life were absent.

Her royal companion carried a tune on puckered lips; his gait rhythmic and smooth. “Khufu, where are we?” Mischievous eyes and a quick sly grin conveyed enough. If there were any animals, his whistling covered its approach.

The tree line shuddered and Khufu pointed toward it. A silky black stallion, fifteen hands high, trotted from its hiding place. Leather straps and gold beads decorated its long braided mane. Flicking its head with a happy whinny, it stamped a hoof several times. The stunning creature pranced over to greet them.

“Greetings, Zair.” Khufu patted the horse’s muscle-bound neck as it nuzzled his other hand. “Usually I visit him every day, but since your arrival he has been neglected. We have been friends since he was a colt.”

“Take me for a ride,” she pleaded with enthusiasm in her limpid pools.

“Another day, perhaps.”

“When? I wish to see Menfer.”

“Soon, I promise.” He reassured her with a smile. A quick gesture sent the horse clopping away. “You may wish to simply relax. Tomorrow shall be interminable.”

A few moments later a cold, rather large, nose nudged her. She turned. Dangling from its mouth was a small basket. The stallion’s jaw opened; the basket fell into Andrea’s hand. “What is this?” She untied the ribbon securing the top and unlatched the gold clasp. Cushioned in deep blue, the glittering amulet heisted away her breath. Perfectly round, its carving stated, “Most beloved by the Great House of Khufu”. Andrea stared, unable to fathom what drove his affections. Such a title implied a semi-formal union, which was unacceptable.

She closed the top and held it out. “I must decline.” Anguish permeated her words as well as her soul.

“My love for you increases each time Ra rides in the heavens. We are bound by the soul; to ignore it is perilous.” The space between them diminished. Soft lips brushed against her ear. “Do you not dream of me as I do of you? I offer my eternal devotion and all you could ever desire.”

“You are very special to me, but this is a doomed relationship. I refuse to sacrifice my heart.”

“The only thing you sacrifice is happiness.”

“Khufu,” the rims of her eyes glistened, “I need to be alone.”

His features came to rest somewhere between heartbreak and rage.

Reed crunched; metal clinked against compacted earth. “So be it.” Khufu swiveled, and then marched toward the gate. It thwacked shut behind him. The slight rustle of low hanging tree limbs unnerved her further. Andrea stooped to retrieve the amulet Khufu had cast aside with vehemence. One warm liquid drop splashed against the cold gold before she folded the cloth over it.

Andrea headed to the only place she had to call hers.

Chapter 9

Chapter 7 of Egyptian fantasy novel Ra's Warrior

cleasterwood — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 08:20:36 CDT

Chapter 7

Modern day Cairo

Since the sun first warned of dawn’s onset, swarms of people combed the plateau. Huts were ransacked one by one. Armed guards marched on and off of all outgoing vehicles, scaring some into leaving because they thought there was some crazed terrorist on the loose. Planks of wood, which were recently crates, littered the cargo loading areas. Shipping containers were emptied, repacked, and then resealed. Police officers questioned some Bedouin travelers who, on their way out of Cairo, passed by the plateau last night. Nightshift security guards had seen Andrea leaving her apartment, but quickly lost track of her. The consistent and notable oddity was a set of unusual lights similar to an aurora borealis seen over the Sphinx just after midnight. Superstitious Bedouin elders described it as “the fires of Armageddon”.

A mob of reporters had cornered Adel earlier because they had nothing better to do than splatter someone else’s sorrows all over the news. He was grateful for the publicity, yet annoyed by the media’s insistent questions. The constant flashbulbs exploding in his face caused his blood pressure to rise until tiny little stars filled his peripheral vision. Every news station wanted an exclusive, but that wouldn’t do him much good so he released a generalized statement.

Concern became a rolling boil of fear as the sun climbed. Signs of foul-play were absent, but it remained a viable possibility. The plateau’s growing influx of traffic trampled any clues that may have been left behind. Adel tried to maintain his composure for Elise’s sake, but his mind could not escape what horrors Andrea might be facing. Women who disappeared in Egypt ended up either dead or drugged and sold on the black market. With each passing hour, the salt began to outnumber the pepper in Adel’s hair and his crows-feet deepened.

Adel labored to keep track of the raving woman left in the wake of a missing sibling. Sand stuck to the pools of tears rimming her swollen sockets; blood filled the white oceans surrounding her green irises; her snarled hair, and mud-caked robe and slippers drew looks of reproach. Trenches formed between her kinked brows. Slightly stretched lips trembled. She tugged violently on the hair knotted around her bent digit.

Seeing her reminded Adel that he had delayed the dreaded call long enough. This was more than he could handle alone. He fished in his over-sized side pocket for his cell phone, and hit the speed dial. It rang, and rang, and rang again before a slurred voice answered.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Mark.”

“Adel? Do you realize what time it is here?”

“Yes,” he replied plainly.

“You must have a reason for calling so late so spit it out, old man.” Mark chuckled.

“You need to come to Egypt.”

“What’s wrong?” Mark’s deep voice tensed.

Adel intended on being gentle, but it just spluttered out, “Andrea is missing.”

“Missing? What the Hell do you mean missing?” he squalled, fully alert.

“Elise woke last night and Andrea was gone. I called every place she might go. The police have issued an APB. I’m doing all I can to find her. I’m sorry.” Adel’s voice cracked.

“I know, old friend.” Mark’s sharpness was unintentional, but instinctive. “How’s Elise?”

“Not well, I’m afraid.” Adel held the phone out so Mark could hear her barking orders at the already exhausted workers. “See what I mean?”

“I’ll be on the next flight out.” His statement was followed by the buzz of a disconnected line.

Adel approached Elise cautiously, but she turned on him like a rabid dog and thoughtless words bit into him, “How could you let this happen?”

The rampant emotional outburst stung, but he ignored the comment, knowing it was simply the tension talking. Her mood swung like a pendulum. “Your father is coming,” he said, which stopped her tyranny. For the first time today, she allowed him to get close enough to hold her. And although it was hot, her flesh was as frigid as her posture.

“This isn’t like her. She wouldn’t leave without saying good-bye.” Her lips twisted with disdain and the veins in her neck protruded.

“Perhaps she needed time alone. As you said before we have been hard on her lately. She will turn up.” Adel’s attempt at reassurance failed them both.

“We’re never going to see her again.” Her shrilly voice was a razor-blade of despair.

“We must think positive,” he said, rubbing his throbbing temples.

“You’ve called every hotel, bar, and hospital within a hundred miles. Nobody’s seen her. She isn’t coming back!” Elise stomped off.

Adel clung to an unraveling thread of hope. Police were everywhere so he felt somewhat confident in Elise’s safety; he climbed into the jeep and continued searching.

His cane clicked on the parquet floor. Where could she have gone? She only knows colleagues and Adel’s already called them. Was she kidnapped? Is she being tortured? Do they intend on selling her to some foreigner? Why haven’t they called with a ransom demand yet? His stomach curdled and his hands shook like a speaker with bad woofers that were turned up too high. The only flight he could get was leaving the day after tomorrow, which wasn’t soon enough for him.

Mark ran his fingers through his dark blonde mop, which miraculously had maintained its vernal luster and color. All the years spent digging holes, crawling through confined spaces, and being hunched over at dig sites were finally affecting him. As he stared at his furrowed hands, he regressed to the days when youthful firmness was taken for granted.

Memories flickered against a snow covered backdrop. The lawn, vibrant green and infused with flowers, splayed across the rolling hills. Two blonde toddlers, barely old enough to walk without wobbling, ran circles around the grand oak tree out back. Mark moused around behind them, taking care not to reach them too quickly; squeals erupted when the big, bad tickle monster captured his pint-sized victims. Salena, who had been crouched behind nearby bushes, would spring out and lunge at the tickle monster with her aluminum foil sword. Falling to the ground, Mark would put one hand over his heart and howl. He could still feel Salena’s foot pressed gently into his washboard stomach as she yelled, “Victory!” The twins and his wife would fall down next to him, laughing, and dispensing their resurrecting kisses onto the defeated monster.

A gust of artic air thrust the French doors open and flooded the room, bringing him back to reality. His joints ached and pain shot down his leg; his cane slipped. Mark, fighting the invading wind, struggled to maintain his balance. After closing the doors, Mark fell into his chair and stared at an empty staircase. In the days before Salena’s death, the twins would run down those steps with laughter on their lips and dolls slung under their scrawny arms. They would launch themselves into his lap and beg him to tell a story. His angels with gilded wings, how his soul longed to have those beloved days returned to him, but bad luck plagued them. God had betrayed him one time too many: Salena’s death, the accident in Luxor, and now his precious baby was missing. “Why, God, why do you hate me?” he whispered.

The last useless tear trailed down her cheek as resolve suffocated sadness. What good would crying do anyway? What they needed were answers. Swallowed by the overstuffed chair, Elise sat behind the massive cherry-stained desk studying the infernal piece of paper. She scrutinized each delicate stroke with her magnifying glass trying desperately to find something that simply was not there. Opening all the drawers, she sorted through Andrea’s research papers and stacked them into neat piles. What seemed important, she placed aside for further study. Most of the shelved artifacts behind her were from unrelated sites, but some were from the plateau and those she carefully inspected. Foraging for clues, the hours passed like minutes.

A family photo surfaced. Her mother knelt between the twins, disregarding the dirt attacking her floral skirt with neon pink flowers. Mark stood behind them with his hands resting on Salena’s shoulder. The shoreline dotted with temples, fields of barley, and buff cliffs in the distance provided a beautiful backdrop. It was the girls’ first trip to Luxor. Their dad taught them how to write their names in hieroglyphs that day, which sparked their first interests in Egypt. Traveling with both parents was the greatest memory she had; Elise had almost forgotten how much fun life was back then. Stopping for a moment, she wondered how Dad was coping. She propped the photo against the canopic jar Andrea kept as a top-notch example of how modern forgeries mimicked the ancient techniques so precisely that even a professional would have a difficult time distinguishing the difference. The photo reminded Elise of how important it was to keep her dwindling family intact.

A tsunami of relief washed over him when he saw Elise, still in yesterday’s pajamas, sleeping with her head on Andrea’s desk. He glanced at the open notebook half under her arm, and contemplated pulling it free to see if she had made progress, but the little nuisance, Max, hissed at him. Adel snarled back; he only tolerated it because Elise was attached to the retched creature. “Best leave her be,” he told the cat as he brushed the hair from her face and backed away. A small desk lamp provided ample lighting so he went to the door, bolted the latch, and flicked off the overhead light before lying on the couch across from the desk.

After what seemed like hours, he somehow managed to fall asleep only to be woken by a horrendous scream fracturing the serenity of night.

With blanched knuckles, petrified eyes, and sopping from sweat, Elise sat upright in the chair. Mumbling unintelligible words, she glowered in his direction almost as if she were stuck in a waking dream. Sleepwalkers could be a danger to themselves and others when awakened, and being unsure if this was the case or not he approached cautiously. Once Elise realized Adel was beside her, she stood and wrapped her arms around him.

Tears welled up as he curbed the impending emotional crash. Comforting her soothed the inherited tortures inflicted upon him personally. The “honor”, or more precisely “burden”, fell to him. In the darkest depths of his ancestry unrevealed secrets governed every strategic move he made, just as it had in his last lifetime. Warning the ones he loved most was an unquestionable mistake. But avoiding the inevitable was insurmountable.

“I want my sister back,” she uttered.

Her head rested on his chest, which intensified the guilt. “Everything will be fine. You have to believe that.” He kissed her forehead.

“I saw Andrea in my dream. They took her prisoner and put her in this huge room with antique Egyptian furnishings. Fields stretched for miles outside the window. A servant brings in some clothes and when she leaves I can hear a bolt slide. She wants to come home but can’t. Everything gets blurry before it shifts. Now she’s a garden- - the statues from the tomb are there too. I can’t understand what’s being said, but she’s talking to a very important man. What’s so amazing is he’s dressed in a shendyt. It seems so real, Adel.”

“It was only a dream.”

“No,” she retorted with certainty, “I’m telling you, it was real!”

“Okay,” he agreed. “Do you want me to get something from the doctor to help you sleep?” Elise nodded. “Will you be okay until I get back?”

“As long as I don’t go back to sleep.”

Adel raced to the doctor’s unit. When he returned she was sitting on the bed rocking back and forth with her arms clamped against her legs. She popped the two pills into the back of her throat, almost gagging from the chalkiness, and chugged down the glass of water.

“Don’t leave me alone again, Adel.”

“I am here, do not worry. The medication will work soon.”

It took an hour for her to doze off with her head in his lap. Maneuvering from under her, he stayed in the room a few extra minutes and then went back to the couch.

Bent on one knee, he prayed. “I cannot hope to know why you have chosen Andrea, but I ask you, no I beg you, keep her safe. Had I known this burden was to fall upon me, I would have prepared them both. Empower me so I am able to protect my family. Guide us in our time of need and hinder the pain to follow. Keep us together in spirit, Lady Auset, for only then will we be strong enough to survive unscathed. Amen.”

Chapter 8

Chapter 6 of Egyptian fantasy novel Ra's Warrior

cleasterwood — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 08:20:08 CDT

Chapter 6

Khufu’s foot tapped on the floor. He tried to concentrate on pressing matters of state, but his mind kept drifting to the smell of her hair or the shiny softness of her skin. Generals cluttered around the throne, trampling his new lion skin rug. Bronze armor clanked and clattered. Officials from various city-states vied to win the pharaoh’s favor by offering the services of their finest weapon makers, while others donated massive amounts of supplies and gold to help finance the impending battle. The room was a whirlwind of curiosity. Questions flew from every chaotic corner. Everyone asked everything all at once. Khufu selected his answers scrupulously to avoid questions best left unasked. All of it enhanced his king-sized headache.

Khufu leaned in close to Hemynu so as to be heard over the sea of voices, “Each guard who found the warrior is to receive land with a spacious dwelling built upon it.”

“Yes, my lord,” Hemynu replied.

By the sound of his voice, Khufu knew his friend bridled in his lingering dismay after last night’s incident. “Very well, then. Let us quell the crowd for I am weary of this.” Khufu pounded his gold-tipped ebony was staff on the metal floor plate reserved exclusively for halting conversations during such irksome gatherings; he stood. “My people please. It is time to prepare for the task ahead; it is as immense as the Nile’s source. Debates shall consume many nights. Only by holding steadfast and equipping the warrior with the necessary skills shall Khemet gain its freedom forever. All shall wither faster than flowers during draught if we are unsuccessful. How many of you want your ba, the essence of your very spirit’s existence, to suffer the ultimate death?” With a sweeping motion, Khufu pointed to various people in the crowd.

Silence curtained uncertain mouths. Then hushed conversations rippled across the lake of people crammed into the expansive throne room.

Khufu cleared his throat. “What say you?”

A beastly man, who proudly displayed the battle-scars on his exposed body by decorating them with henna paint, rumbled to the front. The crowd parted for General Gua, Most Favored of the Great House. His proud shoulders spanned a width twice the size of normal men. Even the massive curved kopeshe sheathed in hippo-leather outweighed most men in the room; its polished brilliance was deceptively sharp. Bronze armor chinked. The bronze-studded leather belt strapped to his waist sported more weapons placed at strategic locations. Gold medals, honors from the Pharaoh and his father, hung cluttered around a thick neck.

He bowed to Khufu, stood, thumped his chest thrice, and said, “Most beloved Son of the Gods, Master of the Great House, Ruler of the Black Lands, we shall follow you into the cavernous depths of the Tuat to save Khemet. No region of the underworld shall be safe for Apep or his foul minions.” General Gua turned to the crowd. “Nekhtet!” he yelled and then thumped his monolithic chest again.

The room erupted in shrill cries of victory and praise.

“Excellent.” Khufu pounded his staff again. “On the morrow we shall make haste. Tonight we feast! Gather in the hall three hours from now. Hemynu and I have further business to discuss. Remove you all others from my presence.”

A hesitant glance suggested Hemynu wanted nothing to do with the impending conversation.

Heat abated as people spilled from the room; the ostrich feather fans swayed softly, creating a comfortable breeze. Despite the efforts to eliminate spies, they always seemed to worm their way into the company of important people so Khufu purposely chose deaf woman as fan-bearers in rooms where privacy was crucial. The door creaked shut as last person shuffled out.

“You have something you wish to say, Hemynu?” Khufu readjusted himself on the throne. The small of his back throbbed from being in one position for too long.

Hemynu kneeled.

“Hemynu, stand. Speak your mind, my friend, and fear not any retribution.”

“My Lord, I am concerned. Your infatuation with Andrea is dangerous. I am wary of her, and do not wish you offended should she reject you. This is my concern not only as Vizier, but as your friend. It is inappropriate to display affections towards the warrior. The public may perceive your interest in her as a sign of weakness.”

Khufu’s lips curved downward. “Why do you bore me with such topics, Hemynu? We should be preparing for tonight’s gathering instead of discussing my personal business.”

“You are my dearest friend. I want you to be happy. If she fills the void within you then so be it, but please use caution.”

“I shall, my friend. Now let us ready ourselves. Tonight’s feast shall formally announce her arrival.” Hemynu reached out to help steady the king as he struggled to stand; the weight of the bull’s tail attached to Khufu’s waist hindered him.

The doors groaned open for them. Kitchen odors teased the olfactory nerves as they filled the palace’s lower level. Fresh floral arrangements decorated the corners, adding extra sweetness to the already honeyed air. Guests were rare so when the occasion arose it was a large effort to prepare the palace. Servants scurried back and forth preparing rooms, tending the needs of guests, and generally being disheveled by the mayhem of too much to do.

Chests, packed with everything an Egyptian noble woman could use in two lifetimes, were neatly arranged against the long wall bordered with a lotus and lily design. A new vanity had drawers overflowing with perfumes, wax hair cones, body oils, and a variety of exotic cosmetics. The boxes set on the long table cascaded with jewels. Servants were just a knock away.

Andrea rapped on the door. The bolt unlatched with a thwack. The guard, an Akkadian with olive skin and a mass that would make any modern wrestler jealous, opened the door. A look of annoyance passed over his crude features. His stature dwarfed her, but at the same time gave her a sense of security.

“Is there any color other than white?” she asked maintaining a semblance of having some authority.

He grunted like a fish out of water. In a scratchy voice, he said yes, and then he closed the door. His enthusiasm lacking reply gave her no indication of compliance so she began to rummage through what was available. Most were halter dress which left the breasts exposed. Not feeling comfortable with the Egyptians wanton designs, she threw those aside. The remainders were basic and unimaginative. “None of these will do.” She plopped down on the bed and tucked the edge of the towel between her breasts. At least the towel had coverage; it came to her knees.

This time, the bolt slid open silently. An army of servants carrying bolts of clothe entered and lined up. The last one, a young, athletic woman with astonishing beauty, walked toward Andrea. A yellow strap covered her chest like a tube top and the pleats of her skirt were attached to a silver belt that hung low around the hips. Lapis lazuli beads, a sky blue stone with veins of green, framed her robust face. Short bangs rocked gently from her fluid gait. Honey-colored eyes imparted her passionate spirit. Andrea could almost see an aura of white radiating from the woman.

“I am Neitamun, Seamstress of the Great House. How may I be of service?” Her harmonious voice swirled around her words.

“I prefer less revealing clothing. If I draw you a picture of what I would like, can you sew it for me?”

“If the design is simple, it shall take little time to complete. Choose a fabric of your pleasing.” Neitamun waved for the servants, who walked past one by one. Andrea pointed to a blue tinged fabric slightly thicker than the gauzy clothes sent to her room last night.

Neitamun took the fabric, excused the servants, and placed it on the clean end of the large table. Boxes Andrea had yet to pillage through were stacked on the other end. She opened a hidden drawer and placed various objects on the table: sheets of papyrus paper, writing sticks, small vases with various colors of ink, spools of thread, and snake tooth needles. Then she extended her hand to Andrea. “Proceed,” she said.

Andrea excelled at sketching; she quickly drew out a design and handed it over. Neitamun extracted a blade from its silver sheath. It had an ornately engraved ivory hilt with a short, strange looking iridescent blue blade. It cut through the fabric like a razor, leaving no frayed edges. Crackling knuckles loosened. She watched as the woman picked up the needle, threaded it in one quick stroke, and began working. As if guided by magic, nimble fingers worked at sewing machine speeds weaving in, out, through, under, and around. To Andrea’s surprise, the creation was finished in an hour.

With a smile, Andrea tried it on. Neitamun clipped intricate clasps over the shoulder pleats and wrapped a beadwork belt around Andrea’s waist. It was loose-fitting with a shallow v-shaped neckline and larger pleats flattered her waist. The length came midway between her knees and ankles and on the side, slits came up just below the hips. This dress left more to the imagination than the others. There was a highly polished bronze mirror near the bathroom. A clear reflection, as good as any modern mirror, smiled back. She turned to each side.

“Could you make me more?”

“It shall be my honor,” Neitamun said, bowing. “I am able to visit once a day if you require.”

“That would be wonderful, thank you. What time should I expect you?”

“After the noon day’s meal.”

“I will see you tomorrow.”

“Ankh udja seneb, Andrea.” Neitamun cleaned up, smiled broadly, and then exited the room.

Alone again, Andrea went to the foot of the bed and opened the dark colored chest butted against it. Sparkles filled her green spheres as sunlight danced off the jewels contained within. A turquoise and malachite-beaded necklace with multiple strands would lay nicely below the choker with the ankh and it complimented her eyes. She found matching bracelets and anklet, a gold diadem for her hair, two gold asp-headed armbands, and a turquoise beaded belt with a small gold medallion. There was even a pair of leather sandals with long blue faience beads alternated by gold beads sewed to the straps.

Andrea sank into the zebra fur cushioned vanity seat with carved wood backrest. Still debating about the diadem, she set it aside. Drawers slid open effortlessly. Picking up the applicator stick, she wet it, and dipped it into the black powder. Her lines were smaller than they should have been, but she rimmed her lids with it, pulled out a thin line just shy of midway to her ear, and gave it a slight upward curl. Then she drew a long line on the folded section of her eyelid, making the line almost the same length of the one from her lids, and ended it with another, more dramatic upward curl. She omitted the lines which traditionally went under the eyelids. With a new applicator, she added some pale yellow between the black lines on her upper lid and some green on the lower and then blended it with her fingertips to soften the lines. Different shades of red ochre gum resin could easily be used as both blush and lipstick.

The diadem was a risky choice, but the servant did say to pick what she liked. Ankhs made of various stones made it an elegant, yet simple, ornamental headband. It fit comfortably over her brows, and her medium length bangs hung slightly over the malachite inlaid top border. Her hair had nice wave to it because she braided before going to bed. “Ouch,” she said, the bone comb pulled at a knot. Andrea picked up the handheld mirror and made sure the makeup looked as natural as possible. Staring into it, she watched the mirror’s reflection shift. Elise stared back at her with soulful eyes while Adel, who was behind her sister, talked on the phone. The image suddenly returned to normal, prompting Andrea to go to the window.

Time slipped away and the sun hung low on the horizon. She was oblivious to his entry. She couldn’t feel his admiring eyes note how the pale blue accented her lightly tanned flesh in dramatic fashion or how her long hair fell from the diadem to kiss her lower back. Arms spanned as primal yearnings temporarily expelled common sense. Resuming a more appropriate demeanor, he grazed her arm.

Andrea jumped and turned her head. “You startled me,” she said, a hand over her thumping chest. “Why are you formally dressed?”

“Unintentional, I assure you. Forgive me.” Khufu’s deep voice eased her nerves, but then jarred them again when he said, “We have festivities to attend. State officials are gathering for a banquet in your honor. It is most urgent the Kingdom knows you have arrived.”

“I don’t want to be the center of attention.” Her shoulders slumped, shimmering as they caught the last rays of sunlight.

“This must be done, Andrea. My people have awaited your arrival long enough. It is an honor. The Gods shall teach you to defeat Apep but it is your heart which shall be victorious. You have strong magic inside; it has resided in you since birth. Trust in yourself and you shall succeed. Your ka glows magnificent like Ra’s heavenly light.” Khufu’s hands were diligent in their quest to loosen the taut muscles of her shoulders. “You need utter not a word if it displeases you. The guests shall direct all questions to Hemynu. His duty is to speak for us both. All you need do is smile, enjoy yourself, and sit beside me. It is enough for them merely to see you.”

A faint smile crossed her lips. Andrea didn’t take notice of it until now, but he was quite stunning in his ceremonial apparel. The snug fitting shendyt, unusually accented with a woven border, went midway to his knees; the curvature of its lappets, or pleats, conformed to his lower torso. Miniature gold ankhs dangled from the hem of the shendyt’s centered decorative front flap. His belt was comprised of alternating silver, gold, and bronze medallions, each etched with a spell and strung together with beaded straps. The short-sleeved shirt, sporting the same border along the sleeves, was tucked in. Fur lined the soles of his braided papyrus sandals, jewels were sewn onto the straps, and centered above his toes was an ivory djed pillar, the Backbone of Wesir. The blood red, high backed crown of Lower Egypt cupped the white conical crown of Upper Egypt protectively. He had omitted the crook and flail as well as the bull’s tail commonly associated with pharaohs. Andrea cringed at the atrocious black wig and false beard; it diminished his masculinity.

Khufu’s hand glided down her arm; he pulled her palm into the crook of his elbow. “Stay to my left, servants shall seat us when appropriate. I promise you will enjoy this evening. By the by, you look mesmerizing.” Her cheeks burst with radiance.

The broad-collar hurled Khufu forward while the counterbalance tugged in the opposite direction, making for an unsteady walk. Once darkened halls now shimmered from the massive candelabras placed every few feet. Keeping track of all the twists and turns was near impossible, but she tried none-the-less because there were so many scenic walls to study. The smell of fresh cut flowers mixed with scented oils made her sneeze. Khufu stopped, saying a brief prayer to keep the sneeze related demons at bay.

A man, slightly taller than Khufu, bowed to them at the dining hall’s antechamber. He introduced himself as the real Hemynu. Dressed in full regalia, he was as impressive as her royal escort. His sharply angled chin and round face did not fit the formal personality he currently displayed.

“This way,” he said opening the door. The antechamber had many chairs, bouquets in every corner, and an archway covered with a tiger skin which probably led to the dining room.

Andrea clung to Khufu as they waited. And for some strange reason, his touch had a calming affect. A low drone on the other side of the curtain gave hint as to how many people were gathered. Fur tremored to life when someone drew aside the curtain. She inhaled deeply; Khufu patted her hand and conveyed them into the main room.

Everyone glared at her. Whispers circulated and it quickly became a roar. Andrea felt like an exotic animal in a zoo habitat. Hemynu, who stood to their right, cleared his throat.

“Nobles, Ministers, Councilors, and Priest of the Order, I present His Majesty, King Khufu and the Warrior of Light.”

Another roar erupted, continuing until one man, wearing a white robe with a green sash and a conical hat, stood. “How is she the warrior we seek?” he asked, sarcasm bounding in his deep voice.

“The Ankh of Light rests around her neck. Hathor has confirmed her identity. Do you doubt the gods, Lector-Priest?”

“I doubt not the Gods or my King but a woman is unexpected. Forgive my ignorance,” he replied, tilting his head slightly.

“This revelation stunned me as well.” Hemynu glanced skeptically in her direction. “The Circle has been summoned for the time is nearing. But tonight, we celebrate! We honor the Gods and their chosen Warrior. The battles of tomorrow may be many but we shall be victorious. Nekhtet!” His voice built into a crescendo for the victory cry.

A cacophony of cheers consumed the room. Hemynu clapped his hand thrice. Khufu and Andrea were seated first. Numerous servants entered with plates of food and vessels of libations. The succulent smell of roasted meat delighted her nose; aromatic spices teased her. Servants piled food high on Khufu’s plate and then hers. She waited, licking her lips and then sucking them inward. Nodding his head, Khufu indicated his readiness to eat. For a moment, Andrea studied their robust etiquette. Although they ate with their fingers, they were refined. Happy to see familiar food, she picked up the roast duck leg, tore off a strip, and slipped it into her mouth. It melted on her tongue and she closed her eyes, enjoying its spicy boldness.

She sniffed the honey wine in her porcelain chalice, inhaling the intoxicating aroma. Drunkenness was a sign of weakness in this culture so she was careful not to drink too fast. She tried the flat round bread, which tasted just like her wine with a hint of cinnamon. She picked up a bowl of porridge and smelled it. It looked about as appetizing as it smelled so she pushed it aside. However, the chic-pea soup had a delightful aroma and she slurped it up.

Musicians soon promenaded into the hall. A loud gong started the revelry. Harps and lyres soloed and then clappers and pounding drums joined in for the chorus. Scantily clad dancers swayed in perfect time. Veils swirled to the beat of jingling charms. At times the dance was erratic, but the beat transitioned smoothly. Warriors, both men and women, sang of her arrival and the impending victory over the Destroyer by acting out the Smiting of Apep ritual. A woman, wearing a yellow wig, chanted over a wax figure of the demon. After binding it with rope, she hacked it into pieces, wrapped it in a black clothe, and held it high above her head. As the bridge climaxed, the impersonator threw the figure into the blazing fire pit. The dancers cheered while the wax melted. Andrea doubted their enthusiasm; she couldn’t fool herself, it wasn’t going to be that easy. Once the song changed, the dancers performed aerobatics and were soon joined by a group of stick-fighting women.

Seeing Neitamun caught Andrea off-guard, but the seamstress’s exceptional skills impressed her and Andrea watched with enthusiasm. With the stick held high above her head, a line of assailants attacked her one at a time. The first was a swift victory. Neitamun swung the stick upwards and back and when it came around full circle the first attacker was clocked in the ear. Neitamun defended herself like a seasoned pro, thrusting, lunging, ducking, and striking faster than a coiled asp. Five opponents attacked simultaneously, and every one suffered from her flurry of attacks. One managed to land a blow which caught Neitamun in the left side. Feigning pain, Neitamun fell left, but swiftly brought up the persea wood stick with bronze studded leather hand-grip and clocked the woman’s right side. The attacker crumpled. Neitamun balanced on one hand, brought the other stick up swift, and thrust her legs out. She clocked one in the chin at almost the same time she swept her leg behind another two. Throwing aside their weapons, they conceded. They huffed as they lay defeated.

Andrea shouted, “Åhai!” The entire room went silent. People stopped to gawk. She slapped her hand over her mouth and looked sideways at Khufu who was grinning from ear to ear.

Neitamun, sheets of sweat dripping into her eyes, bowed toward them, smiled, and then helped up her opponents.

The festivities wore on until finally, Khufu leaned over and asked her is she was ready to leave. Relief flushed over her and she nodded, not wanting to speak aloud again. They stood with hands interlaced. Hemynu announced their departure. All eyes turned, and a sturdy but aging general raised his glass. “To My King, may your endeavors bring many years of peace to our land. Ankh udja seneb! To Ra’s Warrior, nekhtet!” Every cup lifted in agreement and cheers once again erupted. Khufu thrust her arm into the air causing all the guests to stand and thump their chests.

“Your Majesty thanks you, General Gua,” Hemynu replied.

Their chairs scrapped the floor as servants moved them. The couple exited the way they entered. Khufu, obviously pleased with the evening’s outcome, smiled broadly. He discarded the broad-collar, handing it to a nearby servant. “View the heavens with me, Andrea?”

“I would love to, Your Majesty.” With any luck the night air would cool down the alcoholic heat pumping through her. Thankfully, the world swayed but didn’t vortex out of control.

An unfamiliar excitement filled her when Khufu whisked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear, his supple fingers touching just the right spot. She tilted her head and raised her shoulder with an involuntary gasp; her toes curled. I’m just drunk, she thought, unable to admit that it might be more than a simple matter of too much alcohol.

They took a different route getting to the garden. Periodic candles cast eerie shadows between those spaces where light was almost too dim for her to see. Andrea thought she saw a third shadow, but when she glanced back the hall was empty. The hair prickled on the back of her neck. Upon reaching the colonnade hall, alcohol-heated blood fused with the raging shiver sweeping through her. Suppressing the urge to scream, she gripped Khufu’s hand until his knuckles turned white, and leaned into him. “We’re being watched,” she whispered.

“It is most probably Hemynu. He follows me on occasion.”

“No. It feels more like,” she paused while trying to remember something important, “the stranger.”

“What stranger?” Khufu visually searched his surroundings.

“I can’t exactly recall, but I vaguely remember an odd sort of man telling me to stay away from the ankh before I woke up here.”

“Apep,” he yelled, “how dare you invade my sanctuary?”

“Oh. Do you think it he?”

“Has the feeling subsided?” He hurried them out into the brightly lit interior.

“No.”

“Guards!”

Eight burly men rounded the corner. “My Lord!” The tallest one said with a husky puffing noise when he bowed.

“Apep is in the palace. You two,” he pointed, “gather the palace guard. I want ten men posted at every entrance. No one comes in or goes out without permission. And find Hemynu! The rest of you, come with us to the garden.”

Five men followed the king and warrior as they continued. Entering the colonnade foyer, two guard stayed with them while the others, swords unsheathed, fanned out through the staggered forest-like pillars. Reaching the outside entrance, the guards, who were not allowed to walk upon the sacred ground, stopped. The other guards soon joined them.

Khufu and Andrea walked midways out and reclined on straw mats. As Andrea settled onto the ground and gazed heavenward, the feeling of being watched abated. “He’s gone now. How do I know though?”

“Your senses shall intensify as the time approaches. And once you are properly trained you can differentiate between when he is being watchful and when he is ready to attack. Let your instincts be your guide.”

“And if I don’t win?”

“It is not an option,” he said point-blank.

She rolled onto her side and pursed her lips. “I’m concerned about my family. Is there a way to them I am well?”

“It is a question for which I have no answer.”

Andrea sighed heavily and rolled back over. Orion, the Hunter, hovered slightly above the horizon; other constellations drifted across the sea of space. In modern Cairo, city lights hid their glory, but in this twisted version of history the stars, even ones she had never seen before, twinkled bright. It was a neck-breaking view of beauty.

Her love for this ancient culture kept her from questioning her sanity. It was like a dream state in the waking moments of a Twilight Zone reality. The only exception was that Rod Sterling wasn’t narrating. Theories she learned in school would turn out to be true or dismissed a pure speculation. Wonders lost in time were hers alone to discover. Even if she managed to get home one day, nobody would believe her, but she’d be happy just knowing the truth.

“It’s been a long day. I should be getting to bed.”

Like a child eyeing candy through a window, he watched her stretch. Just as he helped her up, Hemynu approached.

“You have summoned me?”

“Find the High Priest of Ra and inform him of Apep’s unexpected visit. We must prevent another incident. Be safe, my friend. He may still be lurking about.”

Andrea released his hand and walked into the hallway while the men talked. Wicked shadows having dissipated, she studied the paintings on the pillars as they danced under the light of the large braziers.

“I shall escort you when you are ready,” Khufu said, returning to her side. They strolled upstairs and parted at her door.

Remembering that her shoulder bag had been left, she searched for it, finding it stuffed underneath the bed with her clothes. Turning to a blank page, she dipped the peacock quill into the red ochre ink and wrote down the day’s events in what was now a diary. Hopefully, one day, her experiences would be tools for others.

A chill came with the evening breeze and she snuggled beneath the lion skin blanketing her bed before drifting off to sleep.

Chapter 7