Imphoteph: Who walks in peace

44838x 23. 01. 2018 1 Reader

Story: I. There are things that can not reasonably be explained and yet exist

"She's like them," she told him.

"But he's got our blood, too," he replied, "even though he looks like them. Maybe it's an advantage. Maybe not. "He looked at her. "He should come back to us. We should give him the chance to decide. "

"And when he decides to stay with them?"

"It will be his choice. We can not do anything about it. But before he decides, there is hope. Hope for us, "he stressed.

"I'm not sure if it's a good idea ..."

"I'm not sure, too," he interrupted, "but the last child born here was born blind," he said, adding, "He also has their blood in them, and he did not mind you. Besides, and do not forget that, it might be his son. It can be useful. "

"Okay, I'll fix it. I'll know about Sai, "she said after a moment of silence. Still, she was not sure she was doing well.

He descended down. Slowly and dignified, because today was the day of his initiation, the day he gets his name. The doorkeeper slowly opened the door. There was light in the narrow windows. There was a large bed in the middle, twelve chairs in front of him, and a large statue of Nechente in the form of a sacred falcon. He walked up to her, bowed and prayed. He tried to harmonize the sound of his heart with the rhythm of the drum and the sister, whose sound echoed from the walls. He drank a prepared beverage with blue salmon extract. He lay down to his bed, closed his eyes, and heard the windows closing from outside. The room plunged into the darkness and began to fill with narcotic smoke.

He was suddenly awakened by the blow of the gong. Twelve priests were already in their places. They were silent and waited until it was over. With his nostrils he drew clean air, opened his eyes and sat down. The youngest of the priests handed him a bowl of water and a towel. Faulty face and wipe off. Then he stood up and stood before those who would give him his name.

Chasechem looked at him. His hands, folded in his lap, placed his armchairs on the back of the chair, leaned slightly toward him, "Speak so. What did Gods reveal to you in a dream? "

He closed his eyes for a moment to remember the scenes. The lightness on the back of the dragon, the gate of the city, before which the two sacred sycomas stood. He started to tell the story slowly. It was described as a large circular city full of light even at night. He described his journey on the back of a dragon and a long-haired old man who waited for him in the middle of the garden near the big house. He tried to describe the fragments of the activities that the dream had revealed to him and the words he had heard. Then he finished, but the feeling that he had forgotten something essential remained in him. But he could not remember.

He looked at the twelve priests. There was an awkwardness in their views, and he was afraid he did not do his job. They were silent. They were silent and looked at him with astonishment.

Chasechem gave him a hand to sit down. He sat on the floor with his legs crossed, his hands on his chest, and he waited.

The twelve stood up. He thought he would now say his name, or learn that he had not fulfilled the task, and he would have to wait another year for his initiation, but instead the door opened and they came out of the room. He was confused. He was afraid and did not know what to do, so he raised his hands and began quietly praying the prayer. He closed his eyes and tried to remember what he had forgotten, but before him only black-black darkness lay, and somewhere in the back, rather than he could see, a small light point whose light would grow stronger.

There was a gong. The door opened. The porters stayed in a deep bow. The priests came in. The sound of the drum and the sister seemed to have subsided. Chasechem said he stood up. He stood and feared with fear what would happen next. Then she came in, black priestess Tehenut.

The twelve dropped her head, crossing her arms in a respectful greeting. He knelt. The matter had to be serious. Those of Sai rarely attended their ceremonies before they started fighting.

She came to him. His palms gently stroked his chin so that he could see his eyes. She studied him carefully. Her face covered her white veil, which even more emphasized the blackness of their eyes.

"Get up," she told him. She did not take a single word. Her commanding sounded inside her head. He shrugged but stood up. She reached down to her slim black hands and pulled off his cloak. He sank to the ground. Then she removed her loincloth. He stood in front of her naked, reddened by his stud and slightly trembling with coldness. He slowly walked around him and studied his body carefully. Suddenly he felt her hand on the right blade. She touched the heron's sign. "Achboin - the spirit of the heron," she said, looking into his eyes. She removed her hand from his body and stood before him. "It's time to go on the road." He heard her voice again in the middle of her head. She turned to twelve, and she instructed her to sit on her seats. She remained standing in the middle, as if she wanted to protect herself with her own body.

"I'm sure now," she said aloud. Her voice was louder than the one he heard inside her. "Tomorrow," she said, pausing. "Tomorrow Sopdet and Re will be back together after Menopher after 1460. We only have one year. Year and day. "

"Will he return, lady?" Chasechem asked quietly.

"He's come back," she said quietly. "Oh, the divine nature of the one we are waiting for is in him. But if she returns ... "she did not say, she only sighed, and in the middle of her head she heard only" ... it also depends on him. "Then she added loudly:" Let's hope and pray. Perhaps NeTeR will be more inclined. "She turned and walked out the door.

Twelve priests rose quickly, bowed his head, and crossed his arms. When they left, they sat again, looking at him, standing in the middle of their clothes without clothes, and silent. Chasechem waved the youngest hand, and he stood up, lifting the cloak from the ground and covering his body.

Silence began to be unsteady. The air in the room seemed to materialize, and through the coldness that was there, he felt the streams of sweat flowing down his back.

"Come on, lad," said Chasechem, and instructed him to leave. They left the door. The priests disconnected in the corridor and thus remained alone with the high priest.

"What's next?" He asked softly and with fear.

"I do not know," he said, continuing to walk. "Nobody knows it. The news we have is very simple and the old texts speak only in their names. Perhaps those of Sai know more. Their library was extensive and contained writings that originated deep in the past. Perhaps he knows more than we do, "he snapped. As he reassured himself, he looked at him with sadness in his eyes, and added, "Even if you come back, I will not get any longer."

Fear passed them like a knife. His hands cracked on his hands. Then he saw her again. She stood upstairs on the stairs. "Calm, just calm, Achboinue. There's nothing to worry about, "his head said. Anxiety disappeared, like a wand.

They were said to be powerful wizards, unbeatable healers, as well as brave warriors. He attached his peace of mind to his abilities.

"Everything will be ready for the morning, Reverend," Chasechem said. She turned and walked into her room. They continued silently on their way.

In the morning, before dawn, they woke him up. He walked down in front of the temple and began to sit camels. The escort consisted of ten men from the temple, large and powerful, knowledgeable fighting. He checked the supplies, and once more he wanted to check his harness when the usual halas died. She stepped in.

"No, no escort," she said, turning to Chasechemwa, who was standing by.

"The roads are not safe ...", he tried to oppose the high priest, but she interrupted him.

"It's part of the way. If we have chosen well, NeTeR will be in favor of us, we will be safe. "She added and sat down on the camel.

Chasechem came up to him and hugged him. "Do not forget," he said quietly, hugging his amulet in the form of a sacred falcon. "Do not forget."

She turned to him. The sight of their black eyes made him mount. Eyes as black as deep as night. They left.

She was right, the way was safe. He did not think so much of God's merits, but rather of the fear of Tehenut. The fear of their possible spells, the fear of their curses, was the greatest protection. They drove through the dirty streets of the city, the corners he had never seen, and which at first seemed dangerous. Alleyways full of dirt, impoverished children, and half-broken homes. He did not know this part of the city even though he grew up in it. A different city appeared before his eyes. A town with stone tiles, large stone houses with high columns and wide streets. The town is interwoven with a network of canals, full of greenery and surrounded by a large white wall.

Suddenly she stopped. She came down from the camel, took a ranch into her hand and ordered him to sit and watch. She walked into the half-broken house, from which the child's crying sounded. When she came out after a long moment, she was accompanied by a young woman with eyes full of tears. She had a baby on her hands, about a two-year-old girl with a loose neck. The woman from Saja turned to her and the woman nodded. The little girl smiled and fell asleep in her arms. They continued their journey.

They traveled through many cities, riding a landscape that was uninhabited but wandered the longest. Over the day, a tingling heat and a hot fine sand fell into their eyes, and cold at night. Here, they stopped in oases to fill up food and water supplies. Everywhere they showed their respect for fear.

She was not afraid. She saw her stopping every time she could help. He saw how he used his power where it was perpetrated. No, she was not afraid of it, but she would not have wanted it for the enemy.

"Where are we going?" He asked her once. She looked at him and shrugged.

"I do not know," she said, laughing. "But do not worry when we're there, I'll know."

"How?" He asked in astonishment.

"I do not know. I only know I will know. There are things that can not reasonably be explained and yet exist. They think our steps are leading the Gods if it calms you. "She fell silent and sputtered the camel. He did not ask more.

"What do you see?" She asked a little blind girl.

Standing opposite each other in a strange cave with a granite table. Silence interrupted only the sound of a stream of water flowing from the rock.

"She's all right," she said, lifting her head to her. She tried to feel her palm. "They chose well," she added, trying to get up. Suddenly, other scenes appeared. They did not relate to him, so he was deceiving them, but he was disturbed by it. His hands grabbed the granite table and tried to perceive the structure of the stone. Here, he will save it here.

She wanted to ask a lot of things, but the baby stunned her.

"You're not sure. You all have doubts. But you know best what a hostile environment can do. Think about it. I would not underestimate him ... "

"But ..." she wanted to oppose.

The little girl stopped her, "Let's go, it's time." She reached for her sign to leave and waited for the woman to grab her hand to take her away. She would do it alone, but her mind tried to keep the boy's picture. A boy whose face never sees her eyes.

The longer they were on their way, the more dreams he suffered. Their meaning could not be recognized. He saw a desert full of greenery, huge buildings, roads lined with sphinxes. He saw fighting, cruel and pointless. He saw the cities destroyed, devastated by the wars of wars and diseases. He saw the Earth in its entirety. He saw it from above, like a colorful sphere on which the blue oceans, the green earth, the red desert, and the brown peaks of the mountains stretched out. From the height, he saw the volcanoes open and the red lava, a surge of ash and smoke, sprang to the surroundings. He saw the country that shook and then turned. Instead of the green area, there was only a dirty spot. In those dreams, a dragon fled high above the Earth and near the Moon. That was a beautiful year, but he worried him.

He woke up sweaty and fearful of the fighting he had led with the demons of the night, enemies so strong that the army of pharaoh would not overcome them. He woke up with shouts of horror from his dream. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw her face. She was silent. She was silent and stared at him. She never even spoke of these moments. She never asked what she saw in her dream. It troubled him. It worried him as much as an unknown destination.

He fell asleep with fear. I'm afraid of what it will be like to punish him for the night of NeTeR. It seemed unjust to him. He tried to find the meaning of those dreams, but he did not. The variety of times, persons and situations did not connect in the morning.

This time he did not wake himself up. She shook them and put her hand on her mouth - a sign of silence. He opened his eyes. She took the palm slowly out of his mouth and pointed to the direction. He sat down and waited. There was sand in the air. That gentle sand that brought a storm or a cluster of riders. He listened. Silence. No, he did not hear anything. Yet he noticed that she was on guard. The body was strained, the right hand held the sword.

He looked up at the sky. The stars shone like the flames of the lamp in the darkness of the temple from which she led him. She missed him. The moon was full. "That's good," he said in his mind. Then he heard it. A faint breeze brought quiet silence to his ears. The heart began to sound alarms, his eyes focused.

He touched her arm lightly. She turned her gaze to him. He handed her a hand to divide them. She nodded and slowly moved to the other side. He hid behind the overhang of the dune, trying to look at the movement where the sound came from. He waited.

They appeared as ghosts. Higher - taller and slimmer than the people he knew. They had a dark blue cloak, their faces covered so that only their eyes were visible to them. They approached at an incredible pace toward the place where they were hiding. He glanced at it, checking whether she was in place and was astonished. She stood at the top of the dune. His right hand was restrained by the sword, her legs slightly tilted and waited.

"She went crazy," he thought. The riders were many, you could not beat them. She had long understood that she did not believe in spells. The Neuter's will was more often called by accident than their intention. The distance between her and the riders diminished, and she stood there, illuminated by the light of the Moon, like the statue of the Goddess. Black Tehenut. Then she lifted her hands to the sky and bent her head. He heard her voice. At first he was silent, but gradually he grew strong. It sounded like a prayer. Prayer in a language he did not understand. The riders stopped at a close distance, dismounted and knelt. She slowly descended down to them. In the light of the Moon, her body shone with a silvery color. He could clearly see how he smelled in the fine gusts of the wind around her. He stood up. Not understanding what he saw as sleepy, he followed down to the riders.

She came to them. She stood before him, as she did in the temple, as if she wanted to protect herself by her body. She was silent. She only instructed them to get up. Then she stepped aside to see him. The riders were silent. The horses did not deliver a voice and stood in one place. The silence around was tangible.

One of them reached for the turbine and released the mask that covered his face. His head was weird, it was elongated, the top was bigger than the people he knew. He bowed his head and addressed her. He did not know this, but his melody was familiar to him. She listened carefully to what the rider was telling her. She nodded and stared at him for a long time. You already knew that. He knew that her voice was heard in her head now. Only he. She turned to him.

"Achboinue," she said quietly, "prepare camels, the storm is approaching." She turned back to the rider, and apparently she was still saying the word without words.

He hurried to the camels and tried to settle them as quickly as possible. Next to him, two of the riders appeared in blue and helped to dispose of everything they needed. Completed. He mounted the camel, braced the other in his hand and approached the group. She was already waiting for him. She mounted. The riders took them between themselves to be protected by their bodies.

They were going to the dark night. They were leaving, and he realized that he did not know the target again. The tension in the muscles allowed. He realized it and was surprised. He looked at her figure in front of him. She turned to him. Her face was as hidden as the riders around, but her eyes smiled. He also smiled at her and pushed the camel.

He knew well the underground of the temple where he had lived before, and was not the smallest. But that surpassed all his ideas. This was an underground city. He watched with amazement the crowds of people streaming down the wide lighted streets of the underground, paintings and carvings on the walls, and the fountain full of water. Even though they were underground, there was plenty of light, even though he did not see any lamps. He was amazed by it.

He was very tired of the long way and he did not think much about what he saw. They gave him the room next to her. The bed that the girl at his age showed him was tall and wide. When he sat down, he was afraid - it was soft. He fell asleep before he could disassemble, so he did not hear the girl's voice calling him to take a long bath. That night he had no dream. At least he did not remember.

"You have arrived," the little girl told her, and she instructed her to leave.

She wanted to ask her a few things, but she did not dare. She has been worried about her behavior lately. The laughter from her face was gone, and she was often thoughtful. Something troubled her, but she did not want to talk about it, and that made her worse than the boy's arrival.

The little girl waited for her steps to fall and fell to the ground. The last scene she had seen was the attacker's face. Shudder shuddered. Tears ran out of blind eyes. They said it was a gift. They repeated it every time they asked for answers, but none of them saw the price they paid for their "gift." There is so little time left ... But the scenes were still unclear and she did not want to make unnecessary panic. She rubbed her tears with her hand and felt the stick.

His laughter awoke him. He opened his eyes and saw her face.

"So get up," she told him, laughing again, and bending over to him, "Well, first of all you need to bathe. You smell like a sweaty horse, "she added, coming out of the door.

He got up and began undressing dusty clothes. An old woman stepped into the room and the tips of her fingers lifted her things carefully from the ground. "Where's the girl?" He thought.

"I'll take you to the bath, boy," the woman said, and went out the door. He followed her through the narrow corridor to the entrance to the bath, packed only in the sheet. The water in the pool was warm. Steam clattered on the walls of a small room, perfumed with the fragrance of floral essences. He dipped himself into the water and closed his eyes. It was nice. So nice.

"Hurry," he heard his voice above him. He kept his eyes closed for a moment, only nodding his head to understand. He began to scrub his body, stripping him of the dust from the paths that had passed. Lil scented the water on his head and tried to wash his hair, which had begun to grow when he left the temple.

Once again, he dived into the water, closed his eyes once more, and tried to enjoy this moment. She heard her laugh again.

"Come on, it's enough." She said cheerfully, handing a towel. He rose red, but stood up and walked out of the bath. He dried up. Her back felt her gaze. Then he felt her hand on her right shoulder. She tapped slightly on her hen-shaped sign. Then, in her head, she heard her sigh, "I hope you are the right one." She left.

He wore the same garment that the local people wore. Dark blue, glossy fabric, smooth as baby skin. He came out of the door. The old woman waited for him. She led him through the city's streets to a destination he did not know. She led him through the safety of the underground city, while a sandstorm raged outside.

She waited in the foyer. The black skin was pale, but her eyes glowed as she always did. She did not laugh. He felt fear. The fear that had fallen from her. That surprised him. For the time he knew her, he had never noticed she was afraid.

"But she had ..." she said nothing, looking at him. "You just did not recognize it."

He cheered. He can read his thoughts. That's not good. He was not sure now that what he thought was acceptable to him, but he did not get along. The door opened. They entered.

They walked along the alabaster tile to him. He knew the man. Did he know? He could not remember where he had seen him.

She bowed. And he bowed. Again he marveled. She never asked anyone. Priest Tehenut worshiped only his goddess and pharaohs.

"Thank you for your welcome," she said quietly to the men.

"No," he replied, "we thank him for his protection." He looked at her, smiled and added, "Doubt." With his hand he gave them a sign to straighten and slowly descend to them.

He came to him. His hand lifted his chin to his eyes, as she did for the first time. He stared at him and was silent. He felt her fear growing. He felt the old man knew he knew her fear, and that he knew he knew.

"No, no doubt. It's the right one, "he said, but he still looked into his eyes. But Achboin sensed the shadow of his voice and the shadow of doubt. "Your way was not futile ..." Her hand stopped her, "... I know it would not be futile. Each way is a way to improve oneself if one is attentive. "He turned his gaze to her and smiled. He also smiled. Fear disappeared.

"Achboin?" He looked at him.

"Yes, sir," he said, somewhat embarrassed, for he was not sure. That's what she called him. It was not a name, it was not assigned to a ceremony.

"Okay ..." he said, "why not. Somehow you must say. "

"Where are we actually?" He asked, lonely.

"I'm not sure," she said, looking at him. For the first time he noticed the wrinkle around her black eyes. He first registered fatigue in her voice. She looked at him closely. As carefully as when they first met. Then she smiled.

"Old texts talk about the temple in the underground. Temple built before the great flood. He once stood in the middle of a mighty lake. Once there was the water of the desert, and the country around grew with lush vegetation. In the temple are hidden the knowledge of those who have been here and the priestesses are protecting them for millennia. "She sighed and continued," I thought it was just a legend. And maybe it is. Perhaps this city just resembles the temple. I do not know. Really do not know. I'm just glad to have a rest for a while. And the road was tedious for me. "She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall behind her.

He was silent. He did not want to disturb her now. He just wanted to take a breath. He took it as a matter of course, as a child takes his mother. It protected him all the time. He could only do it for her to let her relax. He stared at her for a moment. For a moment she let her feel relaxed, and then she got up and went to explore the city.

He did not go far. He stopped him at his age. His skin was white, just like his hair, the skull was strangely stretched to the height like the skulls of most of those he met here. He too was big, too big for his age. He did not ask him, he did not ask to stop, yet he did it without knowing why. Then, in his head, he heard his voice calling him to follow him. He went. He walked through streets wide as the courtyard of the temple and the narrow aisles. He did not know where he was going. He did not know the destination yet, but he got used to it. They were silent.

He compared the town with the city from his dream. Here was the light. Other than he saw in a dream. It was slightly green and gave a strange color to everything. He felt like he was under water. No, it was not a dream town. It was not like the temple that Priest Tehenut had told.

The boy turned to him and heard in his head: "You will learn everything. Just kidnapped. "

They turned sharply to the left. The scenery has changed. No more city. Cave. The cave that sank down into the underground. They walked down the narrow stairs, and the fear was a fear. He realized he did not know where he was. The light darkened. His heart pounded. The boy in front of him stopped and turned to him, "Do not be afraid, no one will hurt you here," he said in a normal voice that echoed from the walls of the cave. The sound of his words calmed him. He did not know why.

They continued their journey. For a few moments they were rising, but they did not come to the surface. He wondered if the storm was still raging. During the time he was here, he lost the concept of time. He ceased to perceive the way, he walked as if in dreams. The boy in front of him stopped. He stopped as well. A huge door stood before them. Door in the rock. They opened. They came in.

He had to blink his eyes as the light around him blinked. Sun. "Finally the sun," he thought. He was wrong.

She sat with her head leaning against the wall. She was not resting anymore. She saw a scene with a boy with white hair in her mind. The piece of travel went with them, then they lost it. She tried to relax as much as possible to penetrate an invisible barrier and find who she was to protect, but she did not. She felt vanity. They walked along like that, and suddenly lost it.

"Your effort is futile," they said over her. She opened her eyes and saw the old man. "Where you went, you can not. That's his way, not yours. You rest. This is not a goal yet, just a stop, "he said, and left. She remained alone. She closed her eyes. She was not trying to find him anymore. In her spirit, she prayed her prayer to her goddess to calm herself.

"Get closer," said the voice in front of him. The figure was still unclear. His eyes still did not brighten the brightness of the light. He followed his voice. He looked back at the boy who brought him here, but he vanished. He was in the big hall just with that voice. His legs were heavy with fear, but he went. Then he saw her.

She wore a rider's suit - dark blue and shiny, her face hidden beneath the mask. Tehenut hid her face, realized, and remembered the words that are written in her temple: "I am all that was what is and what will be. And no mortal was, and will not be able to uncover the veil that envelops me. " He heard a laugh, and she released the veil that wrapped her face.

"Are you satisfied?" She asked. He felt red, but nodded. "You're still a child," she said, looking at him. She reached out to him and he put his hand into hers. She studied her carefully.

As she stared at his palm, he stared at her. She was much taller than the women she knew. Much higher than Priest Tehenut. She was pumping strength. Strength of muscles and spirit. Her skin was reddish in color, just like her hair, but her eyes caught her most. Large, slightly sloping and bright green.

She looked at him and laughed. He realized that she too could have the ability to penetrate his head and read his thoughts. He cheered. She dropped his hand and sighed, "You are still a child. I thought you'd be older. "She turned her head. He looked in the direction and saw a small figure come in. Child. Little girl. Her walk was unusual. Then he understood. She was blind. The woman came to meet her. She grabbed her hand and slowly led her to him.

"That's him?" She asked, her little soft voice. It chilled him. He felt a cold sweat rise on his back. His hand showed him to fall. Then she put her hands on her temples. Her palms were warm. He stared at her eyes. The eyes she did not see. He wondered what it was like to move constantly in the dark, not to see the colors, not to see the shapes ... She removed her palms from his sleep and motioned the woman to leave.

"Sit down, please," she said. She said it very quietly and she sat down alone. He sat across from her. She was silent.

He was also silent and looking at her. He wondered what he was doing here. Why is he here? What do all of them want from him? Where does it go? And what is he waiting for?

"You know," she said in a low voice, "expect more than you can give them. But that's their problem. You should clarify what you expect from yourself, otherwise you will have nothing but fulfill the expectations of others. And you will never succeed. "

She stood up and called a woman in their language. He did not understand. They left. He sat on the ground and thought about the purpose of this meeting. What she told him. Then he fell asleep.

They were leaving and silent.

"You are disappointed," the little girl said, "he's still a boy, but he's going to grow up again."

"Will she stay?" She asked her.

"I do not know," she told her, and her fear flooded again.

"Why is he?"

"It has a task, and that task is about us. He still knows nothing about him, but he is able to fulfill it. I will not tell you more. I do not know much, "she replied, grabbing her hand firmly.

She tried to penetrate the thoughts into him, full of fear of his safety. It was her job and she did not want to run her eyes until the task was over. Then she saw him. He lay on white sand in the middle of a large cave and slept. This place was known to her. She was listening to those who worshiped the Great. Those whose roots have lived far in the past. Their temples were simple, yet they still draw on their wisdom. She calmed her. She rose and walked slowly to look for him.

He woke his head in her lap. She had closed her eyes and was resting. Around it was darkness and silence. She stroked his face. "Let's go," she said.

"When are we leaving?" He asked her.

"Soon, maybe tomorrow. Perhaps it's after the storm, "she said, adding to the step.

They walked silently beside each other. Fatigue fell on her. Huge fatigue. Suddenly she realized the weight of her task. Be constantly guarded, protect, bring this child to the end of the journey. She did not know the target either. She knew his thoughts, knew his doubts, and was troubled by her doubts. Doubts about the meaning of this journey, the choice of the child, and the prophecy to help fulfill it.

For a while she wanted to be a child. For a while she wanted to be in the company of that great woman she was telling her about. Perhaps she would give her answers to her questions. She or that little blind girl.

He looked at her. She was tired on her face, and her eyes, always so sparkling, darkened. He stopped. She also stopped. She did not fully notice him.

"Come on," he said. "We'll sit for a while."

He led her to the fountain in the middle of the square. They stood on her rim, her tired legs soaking in the water. They were silent. He suddenly realized that they could not go yet. Not yet. First, she must rest. Suddenly he was not worried about the destination of the journey, but about his health. Concerns about their lives that only she could protect.

Then he felt a palm on his shoulder. He turned.

She also turned. Her movement was violent. The body was ready to fight. She was like a cat that lazily lacks at one point, but then she is able to attack or defend.

"Calm, just calm," the old man said, placing a hand on his shoulder. Smiling. He instructed them to follow him. They reached the high gates. They entered a strange garden full of glittering stones. There, in the middle of the garden, he stood like a man like the one he brought here. That was the dream man. Long white hair, a stout figure. He fell asleep.

They led them to a large house and led them to the rooms to relax. This time he was able to wash before he went to bed. The dream that seemed to him resembled the dream he had at the temple initiation ceremony. "Perhaps he is the old man," he said as he woke up and went to see if Priest Tehenut was still asleep.

Scarlet fever. Blown in a ball looked like a black cat. She breathed lightly, and he stood over her, wondering if it was the first time she'd been awake before she. Then, quietly not to wake her, she went out of her room and went down to the garden. He went looking for an old man.

"Sit down," he told him. He wondered if the old man knew he was looking for him, or whether he had planned this meeting himself. He looked up at him and waited for what was going to happen. The old man looked at him. He felt like an exotic animal. The feeling was uncomfortable, but he held his gaze.

"Well," he said after a moment, and smiled, "I think it will go."

Achboin did not understand. He had anger, he was angry at how they all looked at him as he spoke in words he did not understand. He did not understand what the old man wanted to do, but he was no longer surprised by the behavior of his surroundings, but he was dismayed. He waited patiently. He waited for things to go on, and finally learn something more about the meaning and purpose of his journey.

"Come," the old man told him, standing up. The size of the man Achboinua astonished. He looked bigger than a dream, and he seemed larger than last night. They walked back to the house. He walked beside the old man and felt small, very small. Still, he did not feel frightened.

"I see that Chasechemvey has prepared you well," he said suddenly, looking at him. He was astonished that he knew the name of his high priest. "How is he doing?" He asked.

"He's sick," he answered, his heart retreating with anxiety and sadness. Chasechem was not only his great teacher but also a father he did not recognize. He reached for his chest and felt the amulet in the shape of a sacred falcon. He closed his eyes and tried to transfer the painting to the priests in the temple. The image of the falcon, the old man and the city he was in.

They went into the house. "Come on, let's eat first and then talk about everything you want to know," the old man told him and led him to the dining room. They ate in silence. He with his head bowed and thoughts in the temple he left the time.

He stood opposite her, and it seemed to him that Sai's eyes were damp. His heart was clinging to the fear of the unknown from the fact that he was leaving him.

"Will I ever see you?" He asked quietly.

She smiled. But it was a sad smile. "I do not know," she said, raising her hand to greet.

His heart clenched. He ran to her and hugged her. He had tears in his eyes. She lifted his head to his eyes, then rubbed his teeth with tears.

"Come on," she whispered, "it's not over all the days. Who knows what NeTeRu has been doing to us in the future. "

He laughed. "Do you really believe they are?" He asked her, trying to wipe her tears.

"I am Priestess Tehenut, do not forget it," she said, gently smacking her face.

"No," he shook his head, "I really do. Do you believe they are? "

"So small, and the little-eyed?" She laughed. "Look, I do not know. First of all, I do not know who they are. What are actually beings? If they are, then I would like to know who they are. Ancestors? Those who survived the great cataclysm? I would like to reveal the Tehenut veil at least a little. "

"And they?" He pointed at the entrance to the underground city. "They are different, even though they are the same."

"I do not know. But we are two of us. I am black, unlike you, and yet you do not feel different. "

He thought.

"If you are not sure of your decision, you can go with me," she told him.

He shook his head. He did not want to leave her, but something within him told him he must stay. He did not know how long, but he knew he must not leave now. The conversation with the old man was not smart, but he wanted to learn. He wanted to know at least part of what he was telling him about.

"No, I will not. Not yet. "He paused and looked at her." It also appeals to me to reveal the veil of your goddess and tells me there is no time to leave. "

She smiled and nodded. The sun rattled over the horizon. "I have to go, little friend," she said, kissing him on the cheek. She mounted.

He lifted his head and looked at her eyes for the last time. Then he called back to her, "I'll see you!" And he was convinced at that moment. He remembered what she had said about the end of their journey, remembering what the old man had said to her: "This is not the end, just the stop ..."

Then he realized he did not know her name.

II. It is possible to change tradition - to replace it with another one, but it takes time

This lesson always had a bad feeling. He did not learn about the stones. You felt like a fool. Stone in hand, cold and hard. He put it in front of him and took another hand in his hand. It was different in color, size and structure, but what to do next did not know. Then he heard footsteps. He turned around. He turned with fear, the teacher was strict.

She walked slowly toward him, her forehead being watched by the stick. She whistled softly, even though her walk lacked the certainty of seeing. He got up and went to her. His heart pounded at the alert, a strange feeling that disturbed his stomach - pleasant and unpleasant. He grabbed her hand.

"Be glad, Imachet," she said, and she smiled. He wondered what he was doing here. The place of the Reverend was in the temple, he thought at least.

"You too are glad, Achboinue," she said softly. "I came to help you," she answered the unanswered question.

"How ...?" He asked, not knowing. She was blind, she could not see the structure of stone, its color. How could she help him?

She took his palm and pressed it against the stone wall. The warmth of her palm troubled him, but he wished the touch to last for as long as possible.

"You can see it differently than your eyes," she said. "Close your eyes and listen to the stone talking to you."

She reluctantly obeyed her command. He stood with his hand pressed against the wall and did not know what to do. Slowly his hand rang over the stone. He began to feel the structure of the stone and the small cracks in it. He took another hand for help. He stroked the stone wall and seemed to be part of it. Time stopped. No, he did not stop, just slow down, slowed a lot.

"Do you hear me?" She whispered.

"Yes." He replied so quietly that he did not overcome the silent whisper of the heart of seemingly dead matter.

She slowly pulled him away from the wall and looked for the stones he had put down on the ground. She sat down and handed him a hand to sit beside her. He took a stone in his hand. White, shiny, almost translucent. He closed his eyes. His fingers slowly began to cross the stone. It had a different temperature, the structure was different. He felt the strength of the stone, the smoothness and the arrangement of his crystals. Then he put it down and took another hand. This was warmer and softer. He penetrated into the structure of this stone and felt its fragility.

"That's amazing." He whispered and turned to her.

"I told you to see differently." She laughed. Then she grew strong and reached for her hand. She was looking for her face. She slowly moved her fingers over her face as if she wanted to remember every detail. As if she wanted to know every fold, even the slightest wrinkle on his face. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the gentle touch. His heart pounded and his head began to flicker. Then she went as quietly as she had come.

She came to say goodbye to him. She knew her time had come true. She knew the time to come would be his time. The time of a child who has no name and wished him luck. She went to the altar. She put her hands on a stone slab and perceived the structure of the stone. Granite. It saves it here. Here he stores her body. Somehow it calmed her. But then she saw other pictures. The image of her body being transported from one place to another, ending underground, in the corner of a labyrinth. She did not understand the scene. She pressed her small palms on her cheeks and tried to recall his face. The face of a child who has no name and whose job she did not know. But she knew she was capable of meeting it.

"Who are you behind the big gate?" The old man asked.

"You are too curious," he told him, smiling. "Everything needs its time. Now you can use it for your assigned tasks. Learn! That's most important now. "He looked at him and nodded. "Even if you think not," he added.

He left him in the garden. He did not answer again. Everything had to come alone. He was angry. His hands leaned against the table and clenched his teeth. Curiosity scratched them and felt terrible. Then he relaxed and straightened. He took the papyrus and retired.

Sleep was pulled from his sleep. He jumped out of bed and ran through the corridor to the old man's door. He was already dressed, his gun was in his hand.

"Hurry," he shouted at him, and he unfolded the plate on the floor. He pushed him in. "Hurry up! Run! "He commanded him, trying to get down the ladder as quickly as possible. They were running through the corridor, with only the torch ready at the entrance to the underground. The light was weak and saw only a few paces ahead. He knew where he was running. His heart pounded. Behind his back he heard the wheezing breath of the old man. He slowed down.

"Go alone," he told him. "It's close. I need to rest, "he breathed loudly, his left hand pressed against his chest.

He ran. He ran out of his strength. Now he knew where he was. Behind the curve he will see the gate. He ran behind the corner and stopped. The gate was stamped. The huge door lay on the ground. Again he ran. He ran inside and saw her. The small body was lying on the ground, and the blind eyes were bloodshot. She did not breathe. He took her small body into her arms and carried him away where she had first seen coming from. From somewhere he seemed to hear a jarring of weapons, but it seemed more important to him, to find a place of worship where he would set it.

He walked into the room, inlaid with white stones. The stones whose structure he already knew. They were hard, smooth and cool. He placed it on a large plate under the statue of the Goddess, whose name he did not know. Then he went after the sound.

He crossed the dead bodies of the men, and he avoided scattered ceremonial objects. He hurried. He heard the sounds of fighting, he feared the fear of those who fought somewhere in the middle of the corridors. It was finally in place.

He grabbed the heavy silver bowl and used it as a shield. Some woman gave him a sword. He joined the fight. He reflected the raiders' wounds and tried to cover himself. He tried to perceive the instructions of other women who showed him to slowly retreat. He did not understand why, but he did. He tried to get where they were pointing. He tried his eyes to find his teacher, but he did not. It made him disturbed. He finally got outside the reserved shrine. The others were waiting there, armed with something he did not know. Something from which the rays came from, which they killed like the breath of Sachmets. The dead bodies of those who invaded them were growing and the rest had fled. The battle was won. Winning, but at the cost of many premature lives on both sides. He felt the relief of those among whom he lived, and he felt their pain over those who had gone to the other side-to Duata. The pain was so great that his heart gripped so he could not breathe.

He tried to find a teacher, but he did not see him. He turned and ran back. Return to the temple space to find her. He was afraid. Women tried to prevent him from entering, but he did not perceive them. He pushed one of them and ran like a race. He ran down the aisles until he got where he put the body of the blind girl. She was still lying on the altar, and women were bending over her, accompanied by singing. He did not know this ritual. He ran up to them and leaned over his body. He wanted to say goodbye to her. He saw the astonishment of women and the effort to prevent him from coming to the altar, but the one in the blue, the one who called him when he arrived, stopped them. He bent over the dead body. She looked like she was asleep. He put his palm on her forehead and tears came into his eyes. There was a rumble in his head, and his heart seemed to stop beating. He grabbed her hand and gently stroked her face. The fineness and warmth of her palm was but the one there.

The song subsided, and the women withdrew. He took her in his arms. She seemed heavy. He did not know where he was going, but something inside him came inside the cavern's labyrinth. From the corner of his eye, he saw how the High Peasant's hand instructed others to stay. Then she joined him.

With his tearful eyes he walked slowly forward. He could hardly see the way, letting himself follow his instincts. Something in him showed him a way he did not know. For a moment it seemed as if Priest Tehenut had come alongside him, turning his head, but he saw only the big blue, watching him with his green eyes. The destination was approaching. He felt it. The heart's deafening, eyes focused.

The cave was almost circular, the stalactites hanging from above created a strange decoration of the room and almost touched the square granite table. There he laid it down. A small cold body for which the table was too big. Then he resigned. He stripped off all he was wearing and left only a lumbar mask, and he defeated his body in the spring that ran from the rock. He dried up and slowly began to undress the dead body of the blind girl. Blue offered him a pot of ceremonial water. With escorted sacred formulas, he was letting out of her body that would make her way to the last court difficult. He lit the sacred fires and set the fragrant herbs into the flames. While she left in blue, he stood behind the head of Imachet and began to recite the sacred words for the journey of the dead. Words for Ba small blind girls to find a way to Ree's sun barge. He remained alone. Time stopped.

"He broke our ritual, Meni," she said angrily.

"At this moment I do not seem wise to insist on it," he said, frowning. "It does not worry me. Rather, you should be interested in finding a way where, besides you, the Reverend Hemut Neter, no one has ever stepped in. "There was a familiar doubt about whether he was the right one. Whether it is the one spoken of the prophecy and whether he is the son of the descendants of Horus and Sutech. That doubt could not be suppressed. The death of a small blind girl, the seventh of Hemut Neter, the one who had a gift of vision, had raised this doubt even more. But nothing was so easy. Those who attacked their city were Sanacht's people, and it is quite possible that they attacked them because they were hiding boys. Even more likely, the reason for the invasion was its eagerness with old technology.

She did not think about it and scared her. She scared her more than the fact that they had attacked them finding their town. Then she remembered. She remembered how a little girl could not answer some of their questions. She realized she had to know. Why did not you say anything? Perhaps it could have been avoided.

"We are ridiculous in our disputes," she said, placing her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry," she added.

"We can not stay here," he said, looking at her. He did not want to risk any more incursions, and he did not have the certainty of his identity. What if the right thing is ...

"I know," she said, thinking. Suddenly she realized her fatigue. Suddenly she realized what was still waiting. "I have to rest," she said softly. "We have to find some solution," she added with emphasis.

"Let me prepare your room," he said, but she shook her head.

"I have to go back. I have to reassure them, "she added, leaving.

Suddenly he realized he was getting old. I Meni is already old. There were only a few of them who remembered ... He walked around the room and wondered how Sanacht's people could go here. The situation seemed critical. The upper country threatened increasingly with their raids. Those from Jun did not manage it - or, better to say, they got out of hand. Instead of stability and protection, chaos and marauding began. Sanacht's people destroyed everything. They destroyed the already destroyed Mennofer. They destroyed the Saiyi Temple as well as the records of the Great Cataclysm. They destroyed all that remains, including the temples of the ancestors. They had not yet attacked Iun, but he knew it was only a matter of time. Sanacht will not resist. The secret of Hut-Benben is too tempting for him.

He continued his work. By the cut he cut and removed the intestines, including the heart. Then he realized he was missing cannabis. He put the entrails on the bowl, he was flawed and overlaid with a natron. Faulty hands and body in cold spring water. He only left his body with a loincloth and covered the body of the dead blind girl with the white cloak. He left the cave.

He was not thinking over the way. He made a list of things he needed. He went to the room with a goddess. There he found all things - even those he had forgotten about. They were lying properly on a wheelchair covered with a blue cloth.

He pulled the cart behind him as quickly as possible. Work needs to be continued. You need to prepare her for a trip to the other side. Then he realized that they were on the other bank of Iter.

His eyes were swollen with fatigue and hungry. Still, he did not want to leave jobs.

She appeared to him as a ghost. Startled.

"I did not want to scare you," she told him. The girl's body was covered. She also noticed the heron-shaped sign on his shoulder. She persuaded women that it was good to do what he considered necessary. It was not easy, but she finally convinced them. They did not balance the body. They had another ritual. But the little girl was not pure blood, so they eventually grew up. "I came to offer you help, but we can not know what you are and so we will not be angry if you refuse."

He thought. He acted automatically as he had taught it in the temple, as it seemed right. He did not think he might be able to excuse them by acting. Now it occurred to him that he had to make a lot of effort on the offer of help. Especially her.

He nodded at the sign of consent. Talking could not be tired anymore.

"Come, eat and rest. Then you choose your helper. Men are not allowed into this space, "she added.

Sleep helped him. He seemed to have his head again clean and able to think quickly. He went to the spa to wash his body and shave his head, not having to worry about his hair, he did not have one yet. He did not want anything on his body that could capture the deadly bacteria. He began to purge himself. He hurried, not knowing when they would come to him. He was in a hurry because the first stage of work had not yet ended.

He entered the cave. He looked around. After the battle there were no sights. The dead bodies were cleared. The door was in place. It just hurt him when he remembered the little blind girl. He dwelt where he found it and spoke in prayer for the dead. Then came six women, from the youngest to the oldest.

He studied them carefully. It occurred to him that one was missing - the one lying on a square granite table, and his heart was again clenched.

"Is that him, Maatkar?" One asked and approached him.

It was annoying. They looked at him, and he felt he was missing precious time.

"Be more patient, Achboinue," the eldest said gruffly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We have agreed to help you, even if you have violated most of the laws of the Acacia Accomodation, even if you entered Jesser Dzhera, where access is only allowed to Imachet-insured women.

He lifted his head and looked at her. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, "I did not want to violate your laws and rituals ..." he added.

"We know that," she said, "but we do not know what you expect from us. What we can do to help you. "She stood on the ground cross-legged, urging others to do the same.

He tried to explain the various steps necessary for the blind girl's body to be ready to ride on the other side so that her Ka was not forgotten, and Ba satisfied for her radiant soul to join the parade of the mighty Ra. He also tried to explain why it seemed so important to him, but he did not. They were silent and obeyed, but he felt more dislike in the air than willingness to help him. He finished his speech with the fact that he did not stand and was afraid he would not let him finish the job. He lowered his head and closed his eyes. He felt exhausted.

The women got up and left. He glanced once more at the place where he found her body. He got up and went to finish his task. He was only sixty-eight days old.

"It's ridiculous," Chentkaus said.

"It's unusual," he replied the eldest. "Do not condemn apriorine what you do not know even if it's unusual." It's important to the boy and we do not know why it does not mean it's bad. "

"Seventy days - that's a long time. Too long to get away from our tasks, "said the one who was the guardian of the blind girl. "We have to find a replacement for her. We must be seven, "she sighed. "We must, Nihepetmaat, start looking for a new, safer place," she said to the eldest.

"Yes, a lot of work is waiting for us. But you also forget that we have to say goodbye to one of us, Maatkar. You can not release you from office, you know our mouth and your task. Likewise, Chentkaus - to organize everything to move is now more important than anything else. "

"And the seventh? You have to choose the seventh, "said Achnesmerire.

"It will wait," Nihepetmaat told her, "you know very well that we will not get to the full moon. She too was a compromise. It was not pure blood, and yet one of us had a vision. She was our eyes, even though she was blind. She picked it up, and she probably knew why. "

"I agree," Achnesmerire said, "I will go."

"You will represent me, Neitokret," the oldest said.

Neitokret nodded, silently silencing any comments.

"Why the chant?" Asked Achnesmerire, handing him a container of oil.

He dipped the formula and looked at her. "Time, ma'am. It measures time and reminds the process. The melody of the formula makes it easy to remember what and how to mix how to proceed. Its length then determines the time to mix. Another way, another time and our work would be useless. "

"It sounds like a prayer," Nihepetmaat said, handing him an oil additive.

"Aid." He laughed at their ignorance, what he seemed to be self-evident. "And also a bit of protection against our misuse of the art by unauthorized people - that is why it is transmitted only orally. Some ingredients could kill a human. It will not hurt the dead body, "he added, and continued to work.

Both women began to grow hair that shaved them when they came to help him. They stopped protesting by explaining to them the principles to be followed in dealing with the dead body. Now there was no danger. The work was coming to an end. The oil was mixed, and so he began to paint the body. He started from his feet. Achnesmerire watched him for a moment, then began to paint the other. He watched her. She did it well, so she left her legs and moved to her arms. He showed Nihepetmaat what to do. Rest for a while.

He stood beside the strand running down the rock wall and closed his eyes. He found himself in the premises of his temple. He walked through all his corners and sought Chasechem. He tried to pass on all the pictures he had recovered. The body of the dead girl, the scene of the fight, the conversation with the stones ...

"You must not," Nihepetmaat said quietly, interrupting his concentration.

"What?" He asked with a voiceless voice and opened his eyes.

"You must not betray our position. You would endanger us. "In her voice was the shadow of fear of wonder.

"I do not know where I am," he told her. He saw her worries, adding, "I was looking for my teacher. When I left, he was ill. Do not be afraid of Mrs. Nihepetmaat, I am not doing anything wrong. "He stood up to check the work of the women and continue to work. Legs and arms began to get color. He knew that when he finished his work, the blind girl would look alive. She almost fell asleep. Every day he stood above her body, trying to remember every detail of her face. He drew her face into the sand, and then he brushed the picture because it seemed to him that he did not correspond to reality. After each of his failed attempts, he stood with his hands resting on the stone desk table, his teeth clenched, his body tightened like a bow. He was angry with his anger over his incompetence. Then the granite stone began to speak. His soft heat calmed down his troubled soul and felt her palms on his face as they explored his face. Tears came into his eyes and he began to cry. For a moment, but only for a very short time, he was just a little abandoned boy who felt so alone. He quickly suppressed that feeling.

"We're done," Achnesmerire told them.

"We are almost done," Chentkaus told them, "we packed most of the stuff. We have a place to locate them and we can start moving them. "

"And what's the problem?" Nihepetmaat asked them.

"In the place itself," Neitokret replied. "It is beyond what we wish. Far from ours and far from Sai. For some time we'll be cut off from their world. "

"And boy?" Asked Chentkaus.

"She will come with us. At this point it would be very dangerous ... "she stopped and did not understand the sentence. "She'll be with us," Nihepetmaat said emphatically, coming out of the room.

The body of the blind girl lay in a sarcophagus. He sat next to the strand, his eyes closed, and he seemed to sleep. But he did not sleep. All the while working on her last trip, he did not have time to think about what was happening here. Who they are, where they are and what's happening around. Now thoughts began to thrive with incredible strength, and he was unable to sort them. He closed his eyes and began to count on his breath. He prayed in prayer, thinking he would soothe himself. His hand touched the amulet on his chest. It did not help. He opened his eyes. He got up and climbed under the ice water. He let her run down the body. For the first time since her death, the free passage of her grief was full. Tears poured out of his eyes and mingled with the spring water. Then he turned to the rock and laid his hands on it. He let his hands see. He perceived the structure of the stone. He perceived what the water had done with the surface, how the rock had been smoothed and how it dug it where it had been. By the way, only with his hands pressed against the stone he went on and then on. He seemed to feel a gust of air. He had a crack. Then he opened his eyes. The crack, almost unimportant, was too straight. He pressed on the stone and he turned.

Inside was the light. The light is weak and the many things he saw for the first time in his life and whose purpose was unknown to him. The space in front of him resembled a huge tunnel with smooth walls. The tunnel was turning in the far right, so he went, wondering where the road would lead him. The tunnel had to be here for a long time, according to the dust covering the walls and the floor of the big stone blocks. He went a long time, hurried. Rather, he knew he knew he'd gotten somewhere he did not, and he was hurrying. Major tunnels were connected to the main tunnel. They ignored them now. He saw a series of footsteps on the ground in the dust. He noticed. In the distance he saw the light, there had to be an exit somewhere. Suddenly, one of them took the path. She stared at him with an astonishment and incompetence. And he stopped abruptly, then took the cabinet from hers and asked, "Where are you, lady?"

She remembered, "Come after me," she said, turning into the side corridor. She stopped in front of the door, took the cabinet and looked at him. "I'll go by myself." She disappeared behind the door.

He stood for a moment, then continued his way out through the main tunnel. He wanted to see the whole building from outside. He wanted to know how he looked and resembled the buildings he knew or built from his dream.

"How could he find his way?" Asked Neitokret. The question was more likely to be addressed to her than to the others who had come together.

The others looked at her as if waiting for the answer, or because Neitokret had rarely said anything. They were silent. Everyone was aware that times were changing. Everybody was tired.

"No, he could not know about the entrance. It had to be a coincidence, "she added with some emphasis, but it sounded like she wanted to convince herself.

"A little too much of a sudden," Meresanch said thoughtfully.

"What do you mean?" Maatkar said irritably.

Meresanch shook her head. She did not want to explain something that she did not sort. What had not been so clear yet. What was clear to her was that times had changed. That their time, though they were trying, could have been, is coming to an end. Maybe she knew it too - a little blind girl. If she knew more than she told them, she would not know it anymore.

There was silence around. Hard silence. Everyone's breath was heard.

"Now it's not just our thing," she said in the silence of Nihepetmaat, "I'll talk to Menim and then we'll see."

He sat in the garden and wondered why the old man called him. It was not entirely clear from the behavior of women whether or not something was guilty. Still, he was worried. He also had a lot of questions and was afraid the old man would not answer them. He wanted to know something about what he saw. He wanted to know more about the city from the stone up there, he wanted to know what things are doing inside the tunnel and inside the main building of the stone city. The tension inside rose and the old man did not.

He wondered how the city had changed in the past while he devoted his task. It now resembled rather desolate fortresses. Even the people who remained here were aware that they were vigilant and that they had not recovered from the attack they had experienced. When he came here, the city was an oasis of calm and peace. Not anymore. There was tension and fear. The fear, which was on him from all sides and disturbed his concentration, was passed on to him, and he could not escape him anywhere. He hated that feeling.

She walked around the room and wondered. Only a week after their conversation she could not find her inner peace to do what she was doing. Maybe he was right. Perhaps he was right in that he had to leave the old one and start differently. The situation was untenable for a long time - she was aware of it after they had stopped the rebellion of those from Kus, but she did not want to admit that. Just as she did not want to admit the rising number of battles between the South and the North. Perhaps it was because Nebuithotpimef was very much like them - just by their size. Perhaps it is really high time to change things and finally to accept that their government has ended with the Great Cataclysm. Suddenly she realized they were dying. The length of their lives has shortened, children are no longer born. Knowledge preserved in temples and archives is largely destroyed in order not to get into Sanacht's hands.

Fear changed curiosity. He sat in the middle of a big bird and looked up at the ground. That flight resembled a flight of dreams. He barely read the words of the old man - but only shortly. He will only think about them afterwards. He watched the Sun set and its rays begin to blush. The big bird began to approach the ground. His stomach gripped as he saw the ground approach. He was afraid of the impact, but he did not. The big bird stopped, and a huge beetle came to him, pulling him out into the temple. Finally he was somewhere he knew it-or at least a bit like what he knew. His legs trembled slightly as he stepped onto the firm ground, but his heart fell from the stone.

"Do not talk and do not ask," the old man told him as they walked in. He nodded his approval, but he was not satisfied. He had so many questions and he was not ashamed to ask. Even though he realized that most of the questions he had asked him was still unanswered.

"You do not live among them, do not be so sorry!" The voice he heard was angry. He also heard a nervous break through the room.

"I do not," the old man said calmly. "I just wonder if it was necessary to kill 48 a thousand and whether it could not be avoided? That's all."

For a moment there was silence, and Achboin decided that now is the right time to enter. For the time being, he had not yet seen him, yet he was still hiding a high column.

"Sorry," he said, whose voice he did not know. "You know, I've been thinking about it long enough. I wondered where the mistake happened. First of all, I blame those of Sai, but I do not think you could do more. "He paused," I was wondering if we are going too fast if we do not have high demands on those in the north, but the concessions can only be done beyond a certain limit. Then no longer. The destruction of ancient temples, the ancestral tombs - as if he wanted to erase our entire history. Preventing access to the copper mines ... Eventually, he turned against those from Sai, and the result was the destruction of the entire library. All the records, knowledge that was still unsolved, going into the depths of time and the future, ended in the flames. "The last sentence almost screamed, but then, after a brief pause, he continued:" Look, I have accomplished my task. Besides, it's not just internal contradictions. Attacks from outside are also becoming more and more frequent and devastating. They were able to destroy everything that remained. They nearly destroyed Iunu. They've chosen all the cities and those they've known ... "

The old man wanted to say something, but he saw it. He interrupted the speech of the unknown man with a gesture and called for Achboin to come closer.

"Is that him?" The old man asked, and began to look at him. The man was injured. His right hand is wrapped, his scarred scar on his face.

Achboinu was not surprised to see him. He got used to it. He wondered where the man knew. The man was almost as big as the old man as the underground city, and yet he could not get rid of the impression that he had seen him somewhere. Then he remembered. He remembered the time he had stayed in his temple. He remembered his face and knelt before the one who ruled that country. The man laughed. He laughed when tears ran from his eyes. Achboin was embarrassed, but then he felt the old man's hand on his shoulder. The man laughed, bowed, and handed him a healthy hand to help him stand up.

"I'm sorry," said the old man, apologetic, whose face was serious, "I did not expect a child, and I did not expect that reaction." Then he stared, looked at Achboin and then the old man. "No, it will not work. He would not be safe here. He's still too young. It would be too dangerous in this situation. Perhaps later. When he arrives. "

"She will not be safe with us either. The raids on the city began to rise and we were forced to move some of the things to the mountains in the South. There is little and I do not know how long we'll keep the city. "

"What's so special about him?" Pharaoh asked. "They look more like them."

"If he stayed in the temple for some time ... he paused. He could learn, "he told him, and suppressed the doubt about boy identity. For now, he thought, letting things go free.

"I do not recommend," he replied. "I do not recommend," he stressed once more. "I do not trust them. There's enough of the North here, too, and he stops being safe here. "Then he noticed a protective amulet at the boy's neck. He bent down and took it carefully into his hands. He looked silently at the falcon, then returned it to the boy's chest: "He was also my teacher," he said, looking into his eyes.

Achboin looked into the master's eyes, and suddenly the meaning of those words came to him. A wave of fear struck him. "Was he?" He asked shyly. "What's wrong with him?" His feet seemed to be under his feet.

"He was," said Nebuithotpimef. "Now he's on the other bank. He was a big man. Great with his heart and his wisdom. " "The destruction of the temple was also his work," he added angrily to the old man, realizing that even Sanacht's men had hit it.

"Let me go, sir." Her throat was drawn off with pain, and the words were uttered almost inaudibly. Achboin left the room and cried out. He wept over the death of the man who was almost his father. He wept for the last bond to disappear with the one he knew he did not belong to anywhere. For those Great, he found himself strange. They looked at him as an exotic animal. Chasechem died, a dead blind girl is dead. He felt alone, desperately alone. He wept for a long time, until he got wet with crying and sadness.

"What's so special about him?" The old man asked again.

"Possibilities," he replied. Everyone realized that their time was over. Everyone realized they were the last. That when the Earth changed, only those who were able to adapt themselves survived. But they paid their price. The age that his ancestors lived through has been shortened and is constantly being lost, children are not born - the mutations caused by breaking the Maat of the Earth are generations from generation to generation. Old knowledge is slowly forgotten, and what remains - what could still be saved - is slowly but surely breaking apart. And what was worst, they fought with themselves. Each of them protected their territory. Everyone was aware of it, but they did not talk about it. They were scared.

"Does he really have our blood?" He asked.

"Yes, about as much as you do," the old man replied, but his thoughts were different. Then he looked up at him and saw fear.

"Did they choose him from Jun?" The old man asked.

"No!" He replied. There was silence for a moment. He watched the face of the man in front of him. He did not look up and silence changed into a silent fight. But Meni did not want to fight. "It's more difficult than you can imagine. We protect him from those of the Iun, at least until we are clear. "

"What's clear?" There was dissatisfaction in his voice.

"In him and in them," he said vaguely, adding, "Do you know who is reliable?"

"A boy or priest from Iun?" He asked angrily.

He did not answer. He stared at him for a long time and wondered if they had chosen well this time. Whether it was well prepared. He saw more than enough, maybe too much. But it is the power that can change it as it has changed Sanacht. In that case, what he knows would become a dangerous weapon in the hands of a child.

"He's gone long," said Pharaoh, turning his face to the door. He was exhausted by an interview with him and the injuries he had suffered. He sought an excuse to end the conversation, and he went to look for a boy.

"Get up, boy," he said, shaking her gently. The cloak fell off his shoulders and revealed a heron-shaped sign. Nebuithotpimef has paleted. Then there was a wave of revolt.

Achchina's eyes flashed openly.

"Come, I want you to be present at our conversation," he told him stealthily and sent him to the hall. He tried to calm himself. The feelings of rage and love were alternating at mad speed. He leaned his forehead against the column and tried to breathe regularly.

He walked into the hall. The men from the temple brought food and laid them on ready tables. Achboin realized he was hungry. He chewed the meat and listened. He had never been in such an interview before. He wondered what the art of governing ruled. So far he has met only life in the temple and the city. He could not imagine how big a country Pharaoh had to manage. He had heard of the fighting, but it had not touched him. Temples, especially those that were out of town, were rarely attacked. There were internal power struggles there, but the wars were mostly outside. But then he realized that even he was standing far from the northern country, and yet Sanacht's soldiers dug him.

"What to move north, closer to the delta? Restore the glory of Hutkaptah, "the old man asked. "Perhaps it would be better to have your enemies within reach."

"And to release the border for invading aliens?" Opposed Nebuithotpimef. "Besides, you forget that we've been pushing you up from here in the north. The way back is not as simple as you think. "

"Reverend Nimaathap," he said to Achboin, and paused. He expected a punishment for jumping into the conversation of both men, but they looked at him and waited until he heard the sentence. "... it's from Sai. He is the highest of the Reverend Hemut Neter. Perhaps marriages are no longer enough. Fighting is too exhausting and weakening. Then there is no power against foreign invaders. Maybe it's time for women to help, "he paused. He dried his throat in fear and fear, and so he drank. "Women from the delta and the south." He said, looking with fear at Pharaoh.

The two men looked at each other. They were silent. He sat and watched them. On their faces or distractions, so he calmed down. Thoughts seemed to be sharper and ran into a clear plan. There were still empty spaces there, but it could be filled. He did not know how, but he knew it was only a matter of time and information.

"As you imagine," Nebuithotpimef asked, "the women never joined the fighting. They have a different task. Breaking the barrier will not be easy. "

"He knows, or rather hears, women's tasks. He spent enough time in their temple, "the old man said. Nebuithotpimef looked at the boy in astonishment. He saw that he wanted to know more, but the old man stopped him:

"Now, let him finish it now. His Ib is pure and unaffected by learning and fear of power or power. "

"Fighting will not solve anything. This is quite clear. The 48 thousand men will now be missing elsewhere. There is no fast way, sir. But gradually, if land is ready, a new start can be made. This could help women. It is possible to change tradition - to exchange it for another, but it takes time and wants to cooperate. It is necessary for the temples to begin to cooperate and not to compete. It is also necessary to select those who are reliable regardless of their status. Then you can start building. Not in the middle of the delta - it would be dangerous but near her. The city of the two countries together for the first time is a convenient place. This gesture would be the beginning of hope. To return Tameri to her former glory while also having the Lower Land under control. Only gradually, sir, can you get what you did not get through the fight. "

"And the Upper Land? She will not be protected from raids ... "

"No, there are too many temples and cities. It's all about strengthening their responsibility for the entrusted territory. Most of them are ... "He paused, not knowing what to name. He did not belong among them, he did not belong to the other. "... of your people. The attacks from the south are less dangerous - for the time being, the Núbijce have mastered, for revolting down there, it often happens. I'm judging from what you said here. "

He wondered at his words. The truth is that he was also influenced by stereotypes. He had never considered co-operation with Hemut Neter, for the time being he only fought them. They were not weapons, but they fought their orders from temples, with conditions that were not always beneficial to them. Perhaps it is that their roles have been separated. They try to move on, but they protect what it was. They do not like to put someone into their space. They are afraid that knowledge could be misused. Abused as it has been many times. Mutual intercourse. Protect yours. It does not do any good. The country is still divided, although Sanacht's power demands have been reflected so far, and there are so few. Perhaps the child is right, it is necessary to find new methods and go another way, otherwise there will be no chance of survival either for them or for the other. Well, in any case not for them.

"You were in the temple?" He asked. "It is very unusual, and it amazes me that Nihepetmaat admitted it." It was clear to him why he protected him from those of Ion. Now yes. What he did not know was what dangers this boy poses to him. He was smart. To his age maybe too much. They provide education. And if, after protection, Hemut Neter could pose a serious danger to him. He was struggling with fear and the desire to have a child of his blood. Fear winning.

"No, sir, it is not. My stay there was a coincidence, "he replied, and laughed aloud. He remembered the priestess Tehenut. Maybe he'd rather say God's will, but let it be. He did not fix himself.

"He was chosen by Sai," the old man said, "those who can be trusted," he added as he saw Nebuithotpimef's astonished gaze and rise. "It's time for a rest. Tomorrow a tedious journey is waiting for us. Yet once again consider whether it would be better to give him protection. At least after moving. "

"No," he said forcefully, pointing to Achboin to leave. Then he looked angrily at Meni, "When did you want to tell me? I saw a sign. "

"Everything has its own time," he told him. "But if you already know, you should consider your decision once again."

"No, stay where it is. His time was not yet. "He looked at the old man and added," It's safer where it is, believe me. "He persuaded himself that he had to think once more, but he was afraid Meni would see his fear.

"You have to choose the seventh," Achnesmerire said. "It's time. Things are ready and we should start looking. "

"I'm aware of that," Nihepetmaat replied, and sighed. She did not want to tell her what she had to do. She sent out the reports and the answers were unsatisfactory. Very unsatisfactory. No child of pure blood was born. They're old. They're old and no one left.

"You have to tell them," she said in the silence of Neitokret. She looked at her. She knew it was not easy at all. They were quietly hoping to find someone. They also made contact with those from foreign countries, but the answer was always the same. The last of them was not pure blood. Now the last hope has fallen.

They were silent. They knew the number needed to be added. He proved himself. It was a symbol, but also a fuse to keep it going. Three sides of the triangle and four sides of the square. Finding another girl among all those in whose veins circled at least a bit of their blood was a superhuman task. And it takes time. A lot of time - and they all realized it.

"Maybe there would be a solution," she said in the silence of Nihepetmaat. "It is not ideal, but it will give us time to choose." She paused. She was afraid of her acceptance of her proposal.

"Speak," Maatkar said.

"There's the boy here," she said very quietly, yet her message was as if a blast had taken place next to them. She halted their protests with her palm gesture. "Let's get our head first and then we'll talk about it," she said emphatically. So strongly that she was all surprised. She got up and walked away. They also got up, but their departure was somewhat embarrassing. They could not believe her unusual suggestion.

He was again in a big bird. The smoke coming out of his back creased like a serpent. He remembered his dream-the dragon he was flying on. Now he enjoyed the years. She enjoyed watching him down. It was like his dream, but no country turned.

"Where are we going?" The old man asked. He did not expect the answer. He never responded to what he asked, and so his answer was surprised.

"Look at the new place."

"Why do not we rather do the measures for our defense? Why move right away? "He asked.

"It's safer. It's more laborious and a lot of effort will be made, but it's better for us not to know where we are. "

"We have better weapons," he said, pausing. He included the sentence among them, but he did not belong there. He did not belong anywhere.

"This brings with it an advantage but also a disadvantage," the old man said, looking at him. "It gives you the choice to choose, or to remain impartial."

He did not understand the meaning of those words, he did not know whether he was touching his unspoken thought or weapon, but he knew that sooner or later the meaning of those words would come to him, and he leaned back and closed his eyes.

"Wake up!" He heard after a moment.

He opened his eyes. "I'm not sleeping." He said, looking down, where the old man pointed. They had to change direction. He stared at the three white pigeons, towering in the middle of the desert like mountains. From the height they looked like gems. The tips glowed in the setting sun and looked like three arrows pointing in the direction. "What is it?" He asked.

"Pyramid," the old man replied.

"What are they from?" He asked. He realized he had to be great. He could not imagine how, but from the height they looked huge, like mountains.

"From stone," the old man replied, turning the bird back.

"What are they for?" He asked again in the hope that the old man would be more intimate.

Meni shook his head. "It's a symbol - the symbol of Tameri being forever connected with Saah and Sopdet. Their position is the same as that of the stars. They too stand on the same side of Iter as the pyramid, down here. "

"Who built them?" The old man asked, looking up from the floor. He saw broken temples, destroyed cities.

"Not now," the old man told him, making a flight.

They were silent. Achboin closed his eyes again. His thoughts were chasing his mind, anger raging inside. They look at him as a rarity, throwing it like a hot stone, and doubting - what they do not say, like they do not say what they want from him. Then he remembered the words of the blind girl: "... expect more than you can give them. But that's their problem. You should clarify what you expect from yourself, otherwise you will only have to fulfill the expectations of others. And you'll never be able to do it. "He reassured himself. Perhaps the old man was wrong. Maybe he just does not want to bind him with his expectations and wants to leave him a choice. He thought about it. Then he remembered the pyramids. "Are they elsewhere?" He asked.

"Yes," he told him.


"You'll find out later. You still know little ... "

"Why do not you ever answer me. You always say only a part, "Achboin said angrily.

The old man turned to him, "Do you think so? Special, "he thought, adding," ... but it is not. We'll talk about it later. Now I have to take a flight. "

He wanted to ask him how old they were, but he left it behind. The old man had a job and promised to answer his questions later. It calmed him. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"How could you ..." she scowled angrily at her.

"Do not cry," she said softly, stopping her in the middle of the sentence. "I've been thinking about it for a long time and I can not see another way out. Moreover, it would not be forever. We'll get the time to choose. It is in vain to make the hope of finding a new baby. We have to look for at least those who have part of our blood, and it will not be easy either. "

She uttered what none of them wanted to admit. She only said, "But she's a man ..."

"No, it's a boy-a child." She watched him for a long time at work. First of all, it seemed to her that what she did did not make any sense that there was much magic in it, but then she realized that everything he was doing had some meaning, and he, if he knew, was trying to make it clear to her. He brought another thought into their world. Thinking - perhaps male - perhaps was different. It was different, but the time is different.

She sat down and showed her hand to sit. She spoke for a long time. She tried to explain her intention, and she was doing it. Now she is left to defend her opinion against other women. The fact that he revealed their intent with the traditions, with the moving of their gods, was silent. She was not sure yet.

"We are in place," the old man said. It was already dark. They climbed out of the big bird, and the men waiting for them with their ready horses, drove them into the black darkness. He rather suspected him than he saw the mountains, the rocks. "It does not matter," he said, "I'll see it in the morning."

He studied the basis of what had already been built. Instead of the city's grandeur and grandeur, it all seemed pitiful. The old man said it. He told him shamelessly, in fear that he would not be afraid.

"Gradually," he replied. "We have to move gradually and not all at once. We will not all here too. Part of us will go to other places. "

"Why?" He asked.

"Necessity," he told him, and sighed. "We have little. Also, what we know slowly, but surely falls into oblivion, so we need to pass on and exchange experiences. Besides, the smaller group does not wake up as much attention as it is. "

"And defense?"

The old man shook his head to disagree. "What defense then? In a moment we will not be able to. We're dying. "

"Who are we?" Asked Achboin with fear.

"Those who remained after the great cataclysm. We, pure blood. Descendants of those who knew another country. Another time. "He thought, then looked at him and stroked his hair. "There's still a lot to learn and I'm not a good teacher. I can not explain things to you to understand. I can not and I do not have enough time for that. I have another task now ... "

He bent his head and looked into his eyes. He understood it. He saw tiredness and worry in his face and did not want to burden him more. He went to see the place they had chosen. The houses were no longer of stone blocks, but mostly of clay bricks or something they could not name. It looked like mud, but when it hardened, it was more like stone - but it was not a stone, it was just a dead mass without a heart. No, it was not a bad place. Hardly accessible, sheltered around the rocks, with plenty of water flowing through the Itery Canal. It was not the pompousness of the cities he knew. It was as if lost in the surrounding terrain. He was thinking about defenses. He wondered how to hinder the attackers and how to ensure that they learned about their progress in time. Sufficiently timely enough to prepare for defense. He saw their weapons, he could see what he could do, but he also knew the number of potential invaders. But he did not see everything yet, and it worried him. He was afraid of other invasions, fearing killing and senseless destruction. He feared the chaos that brought the fight with him. He needed the order, a stable base - perhaps even because he had nothing to capture. He did not know his roots, he did not know his origin, and he did not know the direction his father or mother would show.

It was falling for dinner. It will be dark after a while, and he goes looking for an old man. He needed to look at this place from above. He needed the old man to bring a nude into a big bird where he would have the whole site as if on his palm. He hurried to find him before dark.

"No, not now," the old man told him. "And why do you really need it?"

"I ... I do not know. I just need to see it. They can not imagine it from the ground. "He tried to explain to him what he was thinking. He tried to tell him that the defense could be used for what is around, but he must first see it.

The old man listened. Some thoughts seemed too simple, but some had something to do with each other. Maybe the child intuitively comes up with what they missed. Perhaps the prophecy is something. He did not know his task, he doubted the prophecy, but for the sake of peace and for the peace of his own soul he decided not to defend him.

"No, not now," he said once more, adding, "Tomorrow morning to have enough time to see everything."

III. God - and whether it is or not, is a good means ...

He did not fly with an old man, but with a man whose skin was bronze. He was bigger than them and somewhat more powerful. They did not fly in a big bird, but in something with the blades that turned around. It made noise like a great scarabeus. They floated over the valley and moved around the rocks. He screamed at the man when he needed them to come close or fly down. He was so busy in his job that he lost the notion of time. He flashed again and again, trying to remember all the details.

"We have to go down," the man shouted at him, and smiled. "We have to go down, boy."

He tried to tell him that not yet he did not remember everything, but the man just laughed: "It does not matter. You can always get up if you need it. "It calmed him.

The man jumped out of that thing and threw him over his shoulder like a sack of wheat. He was still laughing. He laughed even when he put him in front of the old man. Then he handed his hand to his farewell. Achboin's palm was lost in his hand.

"So what did you find out?" The old man asked, turning to the table where he searched for something between the papyrus scrolls.

"I need to sort things out," he said, adding, "Do I really really want to go up if I need it?"

The old man nodded. He finally found what he was looking for and handed it to Achboin. "Consider this and then return it to me."

"What is it?" He asked.

"Plan - city plan," said the old man, bending over the papyrus.

"What if she does not accept it?" She asked her.

She did not think about it. She was so focused on persuading them that she had forgotten him. "I do not know," she said, and she thought, "We'll have to keep looking." They will have to look further, for he was a boy, and the place has been reserved for women. Suddenly she did not seem right, he was an interim solution. It was not fair to him, but at this moment nothing could be done. Things went too far and the time was so little. If Nebuithotpimef refused to protect him, they would have to protect himself anyway.

He found him sleeping on the stretched plan of the city, his head in the center. A sliver of saliva ran down to the papyrus and left a stain on the map that looked like a lake. At other times, he would have told him he was dealing with the documents, but he just shaken cautiously on his shoulder to wake him up.

He opened his eyes and saw the old man. He straightened and spotted a spot on the map.

"I'll fix it," he told him, rubbing his eyes. "Excuse me," he added, "I fell asleep."

"It does not matter. Now, hurry up, we're leaving, "he told him.

"But ..." he pointed to the map. "My task ... I'm not finished yet."

"You can write it. It will be taken into consideration, "he replied, gesturing to hurry.

Achboin was annoyed. He promised to see the city again from above. He gave him a job and now he is being taken away. He felt like their toy they were wearing. His anger rose and his throat grimaced.

"Why?" He asked in a strangled voice when they were in the air.

"You will learn everything. Patience, "he said, looking at him. He saw dissatisfaction in his face, and he added. "This is very important, believe me. Very important! And I myself am not entitled to tell you more, "he added.

"And my task?" He tried to break his silence, Achboin.

"Now it's harder for you, but nowhere is it said that you can not finish what you started. As I said, write your comments so they can be understood by others. They will be taken into account, I promise. "

It did not hurt him. In his hand he gripped the stone he had taken before leaving the country. White stone, transparent as water. Beautiful Crystal Crystal. He chilled him in his hand. He spoke to him and listened to the country he had come out of.

He was naked and dressed in pure clothes. No one told him what to do next, and he waited in his room. He went nervously back and forth, sat down for a moment, but did not last for too long. The atmosphere around him seemed nervous. "Maybe it is me," he thought, and went out. Perhaps in the streets of the old town he finds inner peace.

"Did you return?" He heard a familiar voice behind him. He turned. Behind him was the boy who led him to the cave of women for the first time, a ranch in his hand.

"Yes, but I see you are leaving," he said, smiling, "Are you going to a new city?" He asked.

"No," said the boy. "I'm going east, that's better for me."

He looked at him in surprise. He did not understand.

"You know, the organism of some of us has not adapted to the new climatic conditions and the sun is damaging us. His rays can kill us. Our skin is irreparably damaged and therefore we only move outdoors when the sun sets, or we spend the time down here. Where I'm leaving is also an underground city. Not like this, but ... "he did not know. He looked up at the man who was prompting him to rush. "I have to go. I wish you good luck, "he told him, took him in, with a blue cloth of wrapped hand, a ranch, and hurried to the exit. Achboin still saw the man wrap around his face, including his eyes. The sun still did not fall.

What the boy had told him was upset. He never met anything like that. The sun was a deity that chanted in many forms. Re was always a bearer of life for him, and Achnesmerire had a name for him - Beloved Reem, the one that illuminates the divine light. The sun was life for him, and for the boy it was death.

"Where are you going?" Asked Achnesmerire. "I've been looking for you for a while now. Come on, let's not be too late. "

He walked silently behind her, but he was still thinking with a boy with white hair.

"Hurry," she said, smiling, smiling.

"Where are we going?" He asked her.

"To the temple," she said, accelerating.

"It would be easier if she was here," he said, remembering a little blind girl.

"She also did not see everything," Maatkare said, pausing as she remembered the day of her death. Something about her told her that she knew about it. She knew and did not say. "You know, she's not here anymore, and you will not do anything. She chose you and you have the means to accomplish your task, just use them. "She still wanted to say that she might have to do what it was their job and not be so interested in what was going on, but she did not tell him it. His stay between them was temporary, and he did not know his job.

"Why did we destroy the old city?" He asked suddenly, looking at her. He remembered huge explosions that left only a trigger. Within a few years, everything will cover the desert sand.

"It's so much better, believe me," she told him, grinning at her. "It's so much better, at least I hope." She added softly and left.

He stared at her for a moment, but then bent over the papyrus, concentrating but unable. It may have been fatigue, perhaps by being thoughts elsewhere - more in the future than at present. He closed his eyes, letting his thoughts flow. Maybe he will calm down soon.

The face of Priest Tehenut appeared before his eyes. He remembered her attitude to the gods and remembered how the people were reacting to her. God - and whether he is or not, is a good means ...

He got up and went to walk. He tried to discard heretic thoughts and calm himself. He went out and stumbled upon a man with a bronze knot that he flown over the landscape of a new city.

"Hello," he said, and gleefully picked him up. His smile was contagious, and Achboin began to laugh. For a moment he felt like a boy he was and not as a priest or function he held now and for which he was not a name. "You grew up," the man shouted, putting him on the floor. "Do you want to fly, my friend?"

"Where?" He asked.

"To Mennofer," said the man, laughing.

"What time do we get back?"

"I do not know," he replied. "They want to build a new royal palace there."

Achboin said, "What do you know?"

"Nothing," said the man, leaning over him and whispering in laughter, "but I know someone who knows more." He laughed and stroked him.

That caress was like a balm on his soul. His palm was warm and kind, and he felt he was just a little kid who did not have to worry about him.

"I'm flying," he decided. He did not know if curiosity had won, or the desire to prolong the moment when he could feel like a child. "When are we leaving?"

"Tomorrow. Tomorrow at dawn. "

He went after Menim. He went into his house and let himself go. He sat on the edge of a small fountain in the atrium of his house. He liked that fountain. He himself participated in her construction. He struggled with stones and watched the stoneworkers work them to get the right shape. The statue in the middle of the fountain had the face of a small blind girl. He made it out of white stone and breathed into it a portion of her soul. The last editing was almost blind. Her face lived in him, and with eyes closed and full of tears he stroked stone to preserve all her gentle features. He was sad. He missed her. He put his hand on the cold stone and closed his eyes. He listened to the voice of the stone. The silent heat of his heart. Then someone put his hand on his shoulder. He turned his head quickly and opened his eyes. Men.

"It is good that you have come. I wanted to let you call, "he told him, indicating that he was going to follow him.

They went to the office. There, over a large table, a man he did not know was baptizing on the papyrus. He was not like them, he was the height of the people and he was from Cineva according to his dress and hairstyle. Achboin bowed, greeted the man, and glanced at the table. Maps.

"Allow me, Kanefer, to introduce Achboin," Meni said.

"I've heard of you," the man said, looking at him. His mouth did not smile, his face remained like a stone. Achboinu's glows cold. To cover his embarrassment, he leaned over the table and took the map. He saw the bed of Iter, the low mountain range, the large fencing wall around the city, and the location of the temples and houses, but he could not imagine it. The man handed him a second papyrus with a drawing of the palace building. He watched him all the time, and only a muscle moved in his face.

"He said he was working on the construction of this city," the man told him. There was a slight mockery in his voice.

"No, sir," Achboin replied, looking at him. He stared straight into his eyes and did not glance. "No, I only gave my comments on the fortification of the city and some of my suggestions were accepted. That's all. "The man dropped his eyes. "I'm not an architect," he added, returning the palace. Then he understood. The man was afraid.

"I thought you might be interested," Meni said, looking at him.

"He's interested," he replied. "I'm very interested. That's why I also came to ask you to fly ... "

"Is the flight or city more interesting?" He asked, laughing at Meni, to relax the tension in the study.

"Both," Achbow answered, pausing. He was not sure he could speak openly to a man. He looked at Meni.

"Yes, Pharaoh wants to relocate the settlement town of Tameri to Mennofer," Meni said, "and he asked us to accompany his chief architect, the work of the south and north." He roused his title to soothe his distraction. "I chose you if you agree."

Achboin nodded his approval and looked at Kanefer. He saw his distraction, and he saw his astonishment: "Yes, I will. And he likes it, "he added. Then he said good-bye to the architect, adding, "I'll see you, sir, at dawn."

He went to himself. He knew Meni could still call him. Many of what he was supposed to know was not yet spoken. The man did not like him. He was too proud and too afraid. He would like to know what. He had to talk to Nihepetmaat and so he went looking for it, but only found Neitokret. He disturbed her in the middle of the job.

"I'm sorry," he said, "but I can not find it."

"She's gone, Achboinue." Nihepetmaat was looking for a girl. She did not give it up. She only believed she would find seven of their blood. "What do you need?" She asked, pointing to where she was supposed to sit.

"I need to go, too, and I do not know how long to stay," he thought in the middle of the sentence. The man was worried about him, the information had little, and he was afraid that his judgment would be influenced by his feelings.

Neitokret looked at him. She was silent and waited. She was the most impatient and the quietest. She waited and was silent. He realized that most of the victory had not been a struggle, but a patience, silence, and knowledge of people. As if she could penetrate into their souls and reveal all their secrets, while hers, like the goddess whose name she wore, knew no one.

He began to tell her about his encounter with Nebuithotpimef, about the new settlement town, but about the need to involve women in the Upper and Lower Land. He also mentioned the architect whom Pharaoh sent to his fear. He also mentioned his doubts as to whether it was reasonable at this time to return to where he had already been pushed out of the north. Neitokret was silent and listened. She let him talk, let her doubts go. He finished and looked at her.

"You were supposed to tell us," she told him, feeling a cold in her back. Perhaps the youngest of them knew much more than they did and did not tell them. Perhaps a little blind girl knew that he would penetrate into their intentions, strictly guarded in front of men and people of this country. He feared her. Fear of the fact that if this child came to plan, the others will come to him.

"Maybe, but I had doubts. I have them now. Perhaps after an interview with Menim I will be wiser to learn more. "

"You know, Achboinue, you are moving between the two worlds, and you are not at home in one. You want to combine something that was disconnected long before your birth, and you can not merge it yourself. Maybe you should trust more yourself, clarify yourself what you want, or else you will get even more confused. " She said it quietly, as always. "Look, take it as a new task and try to learn something new. Not only to build but also to find a way to that man. You do not know about his fear. You know him for a few minutes, and you're making conclusions. Maybe you're right - maybe not. But they all deserve a chance. "She paused. She looked at him if she did not hurt him.

And he looked at her and saw that he was thinking about their words. He remembered the words of a small blind girl - the expectation of others who could never meet. He can only meet his own.

"Do not hurry," she said after a moment. "Do not hurry, you are still a child, do not forget it. Your task is now to grow up and mature by looking. You seek not only yourself, but also what you were born to. So look, look carefully and choose. That's a big deal. Know what you do not want, what you want and what you can. "She sat beside him and hugged him around his shoulders. She stroked his hair and added, "I'm talking to Nihepetmaat. Go get ready for the trip and do not forget that you have to be back to the next full moon. Here's your job to do. "

"You give me a kid with you?" Kanefer said angrily.

"You are too conceited!" Meni stopped speaking. "I give you the best I have here, and I do not care what you think." He stood. He forced Kanefer to bend his head as he stared at him. He now had the size of his own. "You blame me for his safety. Do you think that you will think of all that boy's remarks before deciding whether or not they are beneficial? "He added with emphasis. He sat down, looked at him, and said more calmly, "The boy is under the protection of Pharaoh, do not forget it." He knew it would take care of this, even though he was not sure of Pharaoh's protection. But he knew the boy would be safe under the watch of Shay. His strength and balance can also save him from possible attacks.

In the morning he did not enjoy the trip. Neitokret came to say good-bye. They walked side by side and were silent. "Do not worry, it'll be good," she said to her farewell, shoving him forward. She smiled.

"I welcome you, my little friend," said a big bronze man with a laugh, and dropped him in to Kanefer. He nodded his head and remained silent.

"What's your name?" Asked Achbo's man with bronze skin.

"Shay," laughed a man who had never left a good mood. "They call me Shai."

"Tell me, sir, please, something about the place where the palace should stand." He turned to Kanefer, who was watching the whole face with a stone face. He felt like a statue. Statue carved from hard cold stone.

"I do not know what you want to know," he told him in the most upbeat way.

"All you think is important," Achboin said calmly, and at the corner of his eye he noticed the strange Shay's expression.

"Now it's just a small town," he remembered the intentions of Pharaoh. "There was not much left of his former majesty, and the rest of it destroyed Sanacht's people, only a large white wall resisted, partly the Ptah Temple supported by Hapi bulls. According to Pharaoh, he is well suited for a new settlement city, "said Kanefer, somewhat embarrassed, adding," He saw maps. "

"Yes, sir, sir, but I can not imagine the place. I was not in the lower land, and to tell the truth, I spent most of the time in the temple, so my horizon is somewhat narrowed. I would like to know your idea and the ideas of those who will work together throughout the project, "he said. He figured he could still call Meni, but it did not happen. Apparently he had a reason, but he did not look for it. Maybe it's better to learn from this man's mouth.

Kanefer began to speak. The proverbial tone vanished from his voice. He talked about the former beauty of Mennofer during the Meni and the beautiful white walls that protected the city, about his idea of ​​how to expand the city. He talked about what might be a problem, but also about what others are saying, especially priests. He spoke to them with some bitterness that could not be overlooked. He was briefed by the quarrels of the priests from the temples of Ptah with the other temples that were to be built there.

"What are you afraid of?" Achboin asked unexpectedly.

Kanefer looked at him in surprise, "I do not understand."

"You're afraid of something. You're circling around and I do not know what's going on. "

"It's not a good place," Kanefer said suddenly, ill-concealing anger. "It's too close ..."

"... distractions too far from what you know and too unprotected?" Achboin added.

"Yes, I think so," he said thoughtfully, and Achboin felt even worse than the first meeting. Fear and mood. He realized he had to pay more attention to what he was saying and how he said it. The man concealed his fear and thought he was not aware of it.

"You know, sir, your fears are very important, and I think it is justified. Perhaps before we start concentrating on the palace itself, we will first have to take care of it, and then to make it safe, "he said, pointing to the real thing, softening his distraction. He added, "I would like to hear something about the priests. Your relationship to them ... "He wondered how to complete the sentence. He knew that Pharaoh did not trust them, he wanted to know why he did not trust them either.

"I did not want to touch you," Kanefer said frightenedly as he looked at his priest's garment.

"No, you did not offend me," he said. "I just need to know what to do with everything. Above all, what obstacles or problems will we face - and you are not only concerned with the construction itself, but also with what's happening around.

"How long will we be there?" He asked the question of Shay.

"Not long ago, my little friend," he said, laughing, adding, "Will we turn around all day?"

"We'll see," he replied. "And it does not matter to me as well." He looked at the architect, who watched their conversation with delight. Then he looked down. Small people were working on building a new canal to wreak the wilderness to the next part of the country.

"Maybe ..." It was obvious that Kanefer was looking for the expression to address him, "... it would be better if you changed your garment. Your office at your age could be a pity, "he added, looking at him.

Achchina nodded silently. Kanefer breaks his thoughts. He tried to get where he was breaking, but he did not. He knew that feeling.

They were returning to Cineva. Kanefer was worried. He was well aware of what Meni had told him. The boy was talented and had good ideas, but how to tell him how to defend it did not know. He would have to break the whole plan, fearing that Pharaoh would be upset. The boy laughed at what he was saying. The man was still in a good mood. Optimism drew direct from him. How he envied him. He closed his eyes and tried not to think of anything, resting for a moment, but he was worried, and was afraid to get in touch.

He studied the decoration of the palace. People worshiped when they saw Kanefer, and he, with his head up, overlooked them. Achboin knew of fear and understood that this was the mask he hid behind, but he was silent. He tried to remember every detail of the palace. The construction to replace it seemed to him the same. Equally unclear and impractical from a safety point of view. Too many corners, too much danger. He inadvertently slipped his palm into Kanefer's hand. Fear of the child before the unknown. Kanefer looked at him and smiled. The smile calmed him, realizing that his palm was warm. He dropped his hand. The guard opened the door, and they entered.

"You?" Nebuithotpimef said in surprise, then laughed. He told them to get up. "So tell me."

Kanefer spoke. He presented new drawings and drew attention to points that could be key to the security of the city. He also talked about what the city might endanger.

Pharaoh listened and looked at Achboin. He was silent.

"And you?" He turned to him with the question.

"I have nothing to add," he told him, bowing. The wide necklace around his neck cut him slightly, making him nervous. "If I could contribute an idea, I did it, sir. But there would be one thing. "

Kanefer looked at him with fear.

"It does not relate to the city itself, sir, but to your palace, and that's what I realized here." He paused and waited for permission to continue. "You know, this is internal division. It is unclear and in a way threatening, but perhaps I am influenced by the temple construction and I do not know all the needs of the palace. Maybe if I ... "

"No!" Nebuithotpimef said, and Achboin stepped back instinctively. "You know it's not possible. It's not safe, but all your questions can be answered by Kanefer or the one he's going to tell you. "He was angry on his face. Kanefer paled, and Achboin's heart began to alert.

"Let us alone for a while," Pharaoh said to Kanefer, motioning for him to leave. Stood. He looked angry, and he noticed Achboin. "Do not try to change my mind," he said angrily. "I have already said my point and you know well."

"I know, sir," Achboin replied, trying to keep calm. "I did not want to cross your command or try your decision. I'm sorry if that sounded like that. I had my preconceptions first to talk to Kanefer. "

"What do you know?" He asked.

"What is it, sir?" He said calmly, waiting for Pharaoh to calm down. "Do you mean city or palace intrigues?"

"Both," he replied.

"Nothing much. It was not the time and your architect is not very much involved. "You know, after all, yourself," he added, scowling at the last sentence. He could punish him for this boldness.

"Can he be trusted?" He asked.

"He does his job well and responsibly," he told him, thinking about the circumstances in the palace. Obviously, Pharaoh did not feel safe and did not trust anyone. "By yourself, sir, you have to decide who to trust. It's always a risk, but not to believe anyone is too exhausting, and exhaustion brings with it mistakes in judgment. "Again, he said what he said.

"You are very repugnant, lad," said Pharaoh, but there was no more anger in his voice, so he loosened Achboin too. "You may be right. It is important to rely on our own judgment rather than on others' reports. Which reminds me to write down all my essentials, all the suggestions, all the remarks. As for the palace and its layout, talk about it first with Kanefer. "

Achboin bowed and waited for the departure, but it did not. Nebuithotpimef wanted to specify some details about the city's layout and progress. Then they were done.

Shai was waiting for him in the foyer. "Are we leaving?" He asked.

"No, not before tomorrow," he said wearily. The palace was a maze, and he was poorly oriented, so he led himself to the rooms that were designated for them. People were astonished to observe the figure of Shay. He was enormous, bigger than the pharaoh himself, and he was afraid of him. They pushed them out of the way.

They went into the room. There were prepared meals on the table. Achboin was hungry and stretched out his hand for the fruit. Saj caught his hand.

"No, sir. Not so. "He searched the room and then called the maids. He let them taste food and drinks. Only when he let them go they could finally start eating.

"Is not that unnecessary?" Asked Achboin. "Who wants to get rid of us?"

"No, no," Shay replied with a full mouth. "The palace is a treacherous place, little friend, very treacherous. Here you have to be constantly on guard. They are not just men who want to assert their power. You forget women. You are the only one who knows their secrets and some do not like it. Do not forget that. "

He laughed, "It's overstating. I do not know so much again. "

"It does not matter, but they do not mind what you know."

He never thought about it. He did not think that the option itself might be threatening. Tomorrow is to meet Nimaathap. This has to be in mind. He was grateful for Sha'a's friendship and for his openness. He sent his fate to him. The one whose name Shay wore.

IV. There is a need to find a way to connect the gods from the South and the North

In the morning he called him. It was amazed that they should meet in the temple. He stood before her, staring at her. He was hot in the cloak that Sha brought him before he left, but he did not take him away.

She was younger, younger than she supposed. She looked at him and did not look happy.

"Is that you?" She said, leaning toward him. She instructed them to leave them alone. Her servants left, but Shay stayed in place. She turned to him and again to Achboin: "I want to talk to you alone."

He nodded and released Shay.

"You are a boy," she told him. "You are too young to be taken seriously."

He was silent. He was used to pausing over his gender and age. "The one I represented, Mistress, was younger than me," he said quietly.

"Yes, but that's different," she said, wondering. "Look," she added after a moment, "I know this environment better than you do and I ask you to trust me. It will not be easy, it will not be easy at all, but the idea of ​​relocating the settlement town we liked. It could prevent further disarray. I hope. "

"So what's the problem, lady?" He asked her.

"Moving between two worlds - just being a man. Still juvenile, but man. "

"And also not being pure blood?"

"No, it does not play such a role. At least not here. None of us are pure blood, but ... "she thought. "Maybe that's what we can get started with, it's at least something that connects you to them. We also have to do something with your outfit. The first impression is sometimes very important. Sometimes too much, "she said thoughtfully.

"I do not know what you expect from me," he told her, "I do not know, and I do not know if I want to know. Maybe I have a task, but I rather think than I know. I have to act the way I deal with the risk that it will not fit into your plans, "he said very quietly, his head lowered. He was afraid. Big fear. But something in him suggested that what he had begun to finish. "You said, lady, that I am still a child and you are right. Sometimes I'm a more terrified child than part of the Reverend Hemut Neter. But I know one thing, not only the world of men and women has to be combined but to find a way to connect the gods from the south and the north, otherwise the new city will be just another city and nothing will resolve it. "

She was silent and thinking. He had something in it, maybe he chose it right. The child was too reasonable, and what he said made sense. She remembered the message sent by Neitokret. A report that their intention was spoken by his mouth. If he does the same impression on them as he does, they have won the game. Well then - there's still a prophecy. He can also use it if needed. "Let me bring you some other clothes. I'll meet you in the temple, "she added, releasing him.

He walked beside Shay and was angry and tired. He was silent. He left without knowing the result. He felt desolate and helpless. He grabbed Shay's hand. He needed to touch something tangible, something human, something specific to make him feel bitter and despondent. Shay looked at him. He saw the tears in his eyes, and he embraced him. He felt so humiliated and wounded. In his heart, he had the hopelessness of not fulfilling his task, that all his efforts and efforts to find an acceptable solution had faded into a women's dispute.

He sat in his room and was grateful that they were not asking questions. He was afraid of another meeting of the Council of the Reverend. He was afraid he had not met their expectations, but he did not meet Meni's expectations, but he was worried most about not meeting his expectations.

He walked down the street to the temple with his head hanging. He walked into the spaces that copied Jesser Jesser in the cave of the old town. He sat in a place that would rather belong to the one that was no longer between them, and he was silent. He felt women's eyes, felt their curiosity, and did not know how to start. Nihepetmaat spoke. She spoke of her failed attempt to find a girl to replace him. She proposed the next procedure and waited for the suggestions of others. Her voice calmed him. She also acted in accordance with her Ka and she did not succeed.

He knew how he felt, and he therefore spoke, "It may not be so substantial purity of blood, but pure purity Ib, purity of the heart. Cineva does not have such a meaning in origin, and it will probably be the same in the north. "He paused as he searched words to describe his thoughts, words that uttered the hidden fears of Nihepetmaat. "You know, I do not know if it's good, or not. I do not know, "he said, looking at her. "But it is what it is. We have a task and we have to do it. It is not essential whether he is the one who is determined by his origin, but who performs it best, regardless of his own benefit, and he can choose the best means. "He thought, remembering the atmosphere in the palace of Pharaoh and his hearing in the Cineva temple. He remembered the words that had come to him that their race was dying. "Maybe we are going in the wrong direction in our efforts," he said softly, "maybe we have to look for no person, but a heart that does not use knowledge, but uses it to the benefit of all that's left for us to go to the other side." He paused and said, "Maybe." Then he breathed in and knew that now he had to finish what was hard for him: "I did not succeed and it was hard for me." He described his conversation with the woman of Pharaoh as well as his hearing in three the highest Hemut Neter. He described them as best he could, the plan of the new settlement city and their concerns. He gave them a plan to put an end to the great contradictions between the Upper and the Lower Lands temples. He talked about the gods and their tasks, outlining how to transpose and modify individual rituals so that they would be gradually accepted in the delta and the south. He was relieved. On the one hand he was relieved, and on the other he expected their remarks. But the women were silent.

"You say you did not do your job," Neitokret said, "but you forgot it was not your task. It's our job, and you do not have to handle it all alone, "she said with a little foolishness, but with the kindness that was hers. "Maybe it is time for you to be dedicated to what was hidden for the time being." This sentence belonged more to him than they did not protest.

You said the assignment, "Meresanch added," and you put tasks - not a small one. You have covered us with so much information that it will take us a while to sort them out and set a plan and procedure. Or rather than modify our plan according to what you told us. No, Achboinue, you did your job. Although it seems that your actions did not have the result you imagined. "She paused and continued," It is sometimes easier to build a house than to persuade people to build it. It takes time, sometimes a lot of time. You did not learn to walk. There are tasks that one human life is not enough for, and that is why we are here. We are a chain whose articles are changing, but its strength remains the same. "

"Sometimes it's lighter to build a house than to convince people to build it." It sounded in his ears and before his eyes he could see the view from above - the little people building the canals, then the image changed and he saw the city from the same height. Decreased city. He got an idea.

He tried to make small bricks from the clay, but it was not it. He sat, his head in his hands, trying to figure out how to do it. The world around has ceased to exist, was in his town, and was walking through the streets, walking through the palace rooms, and bypassing the defensive walls around the city.

"Is that Mennofer?" He stumbled. Behind him was Sha, with his steady smile on his face, looking at the scaled landscape on the table and the stack of small clay bricks scattered around.

"I do not think so," he said, and smiled at him. He took a small brick in his hand. I can not connect it the way I want it to.

"Why are you connecting them, little friend?" Shay laughed and walked to the plastered wall in his room. To the wall on which the birds flew, flowers grew and looked at NeTeR. "Do you see any bricks?"

It happened to him. He chose the wrong course. He focused on the wrong means and not the target. He laughed.

"You have red ores from sleeplessness," Shay said carefully. "They should rest, not just them," he added.

"Why did you come?" Asked Achboin.

"Invite you to hunt," he laughed, squatting beside him. "What are you doing?" He asked.

"Small town. I want to build Mennofer the way it looks when it's done. It will be as if you were looking at him from above. "

"That's not a bad idea," Shay said, standing up. "So how is it going to be with this hunt? Do not you think relaxation will benefit you?"


"Tomorrow, little friend. Tomorrow, "he laughed, adding," When your eyes are getting their usual color after a long sleep. "

"Who are you building the city for?" Asked Shay when they returned from the hunt.

The question surprised him. He built because he had to. He did not know exactly why. At first he thought that for Pharaoh. That it would be better if he saw it with his own eyes, if he did not insist that the city look as it was in Meni's time, which no one knew exactly. But it was not just that. The longer he thought about it, the more he was convinced he had to do it, and he did not hold back why. He just hoped he would come over that.

"I think rather for myself," he replied. For a moment, they walked silently beside each other, harassed by the game, and silent. "It's a bit like a game. Children's play, "he added, and continued," I feel like something else can be changed on this small scale. Move the building there or on. You will not do the finished buildings anymore. "He drew the city out of a dream. The city that the gods had seen him - a stone city he wanted to build once.

"Yes," he thought, "It can save a lot of time. Eliminate mistakes. "He nodded. "And what about doing home made of wood? Not in reality, but as a model. To make them so weak that the idea is as truthful as possible. "

Achboin thought. Suddenly, he was afraid that his work was useless. He does not know anything about the construction of houses or temples. What if his ideas can not be realized? He walked beside the eternally smiling man, wondering. He wondered if this was his task. The task for which it was destined or whether it is just another way that does not lead anywhere. Finally, he confided with his fears to Shay.

He tossed his cargo from behind and stopped. The smile from his face vanished. He looked terrible. Achboin screamed.

"I have a sense of wrongdoing," said Shaye without a smile, "the fault of not wanting to challenge your assignment. And also the feeling of disappointment that so little in you can raise your doubts and discourage you from working. "He sat down and reached for the bloody hand with water. Drunk. "Look, my little friend, it's up to you to finish what you started. It does not matter if your work is seen and used by him. But you can learn a lot, and that's never unnecessary. "He paused and drank again, then handed the bells to Achboin. He smiled at him and a good mood returned. "None of us know what paths NeTeR will be leading us and what tasks he will put before us. None of us knows what we will learn from our journey in the future. If you decide to finish what you started, look for the means to finish. If you want your improvement to come to fruition, look for ways to reach out and convince others. If you need help, look for help. And if you're hungry, like me, hurry up where they can eat you, "he said with a laugh, standing on his feet.

The work was almost done. He tried to get the best of Kanefer's plans, but something made him make some adjustments. There was a tiny city in front of him, surrounded by a large white wall, only a place for the palace was empty. He searched for as much information as possible about the old Mennofer in the scrolls, but what he had read sounded incredibly incredible, and he kept his impressions still alive.

His troubled face brightened when he saw him. The welcome was almost warm. Achboinua was rather surprised to know that Kanefer's visit was more of a break - escape from palace intrigue. They sat in the garden, protected by the shade of trees, and sipped the sweet melon juice. Kanefer was silent, but there was a relaxation on his face, and he did not want to disturb questions from Achboa.

"I brought you something," he said after a moment, nodding to his assistant. "I hope it does not spoil your mood, but I did not waste it too." The boy returned with the arms of the scrolls and laid it down in front of Achboin.

"What is it?" He asked, waited until he was instructed to unroll the scrolls.

"Drawings," Kanefer said laconically, waiting for the first scroll to unfold. The streets of the city were filled with people and animals. Unlike his model, there was a palace decorated with beautiful paintings.

"I think it's time to judge your work," Kanefer said, standing up.

Achboin's heart was shattered with both trembling and expectation. They walked into the room where a city was lying in the center of the huge table with a network of canals and large temples grouped around a sacred lake.

"Wonder," Kanefer said, bending over the city. "I see you've made some changes, and I hope you'll explain their reason to me." There was no supremacy, no reproach, no curiosity. He leaned over the mock of the city and studied the details. He started the wall that ran around the city, followed by temples and houses, and continued on to the empty center where the palace was supposed to dominate. The empty place screamed when it was full. The broad road leading from Iterra was lined with sphinxes and ended in a void. He was silent. He studied the city carefully and compared it with his plans.

"Good, Honorable," he interrupted his silence, and looked at Achboinua, "we will come to the mistakes you have made later, but now do not come to me again." He smiled and pointed at the empty place.

Achboin motioned for him to go to the second room. There stood the palace. He was bigger than the city's mock-up and was proud of him. The individual floors could be separated, so they could see the entire building from within.

Kanefer did not spare his praise. The palace - or rather the complex of individual buildings connected to each other - formed a whole building that resembled a temple with its size. Its walls were white, the second and third floors were lined with columns. Even in a diminished form, he acted majestically, equal to the Ptah Temple.

"The walls of the second and third floors will not hold," Kanefer said.

"Yes, he will." "I asked for the help of the venerable Chentkaus, who controls the art of Hussite, who helped me with plans and calculations." He divorced a bit theatrically two upper floors from the first. "Look, sir, the walls are a combination of stone and bricks, where the stone is joined by columns that shatter the shadow and cool the air flowing to the upper floors.

Kanefer leaned, but saw better. He did not watch the wall, but he was struck by the stairs from the side of the building. It connected the upper floor with the first one and dragged it to the palace. He did not see the East. The central stairway was spacious enough, so he considered the function of this narrow stairway, hidden behind the rough wall. He glanced uneasily at Achboinua.

"It's an escape," he told him, "and not just that." He turned the plate behind the throne of Pharaoh. "It gives him access to the hall so no one is being watched. It will appear and no one will know where it came from. A moment of surprise is sometimes very important, "he added, recalling the words of Nimaathap about the importance of the first impression.

"The gods gave you a great talent, boy," Kanefer told him, smiling at him. "And as I see, Sia fell in love with you and gave you more sense than others. Do not waste donations from NeTeR. "He paused. Then he moved to the second floor of the palace, then to the third floor. He silently studied the rooms at the adjacent buildings.

"Do you have any plans?" He asked, frowning.

"Yes," he said to Achboin, and began to worry that his work was in vain.

"Look, sometimes it's better to let the whole thing go, and sometimes you forget about what's happening in each room. But these are little things that can be remedied without leaving a scratch on the overall impression. "The boy could be dangerous, he thought, but he did not feel the danger. Maybe it's his age, perhaps that kind of glance that he was looking at him, maybe even his fatigue. "It's my fault," he added after a moment, "I did not give you the time to clarify the functions of the palace, but we can fix it. Come, we'll get back to the city first and I'll show you where you made mistakes. Early it's time to renew and expand the dam - secure the city from floods. The original ones will not be enough ... "

"Thank you for your kindness to the boy," Meresanch said.

"There was no need for forgiveness, Reverend, that boy has a tremendous talent and would be a great architect. Maybe you should consider my suggestion, "he replied, bowing.

"First talk to the boy about it. We do not arrange what to do. That's what he knows. And if it is his task, if it is his mission, then we will not defend him. Sooner or later he would have to decide what to do next. "She sighed. His presence began to take as a matter of course but the boy grew and they knew that the same time would come when more time would be spent outside their reach than with them. This increased the risk of losing him. Even Maatkare realized that his words out there could be more responsive than hers. She was their mouth, but he could take her role successfully. Yet, no matter how much he chooses, much work needs to be done before preparing him for life in the outside world.

"It will not work," he told Achboin. He remembered the distraction of Pharaoh when he asked him to stay in the palace. The settlement city was not accessible to him and asked again to stay, though for his studies at Kanefer - it would be like a barefoot to irritate the cobra.

"Why not?" Kanefer asked calmly. "It seems unreasonable to wipe out a talent like you. And besides, I'm not the youngest anymore, and I need a helper. "

"Do not you have children, sir?" Asked Achboin.

"No, the NeTers have been successful, but ..." his eyes wet. "They took my children and my wife ..."

Achboin felt the sadness that Kanefer was filled with. He was surprised. He did not expect the person to be so powerful, so painful. He remembered Neitokret's words when he said he was judging him before he actually knew him and knew nothing of his fear. The fear of coming back the most expensive. He closed himself in front of his feelings, confined himself to the prison of his loneliness and fear. Now he takes him to his soul, and he must refuse.

"Why not?" He repeated his question.

Achboin hesitated, "You know, sir, I can not go to Cineva for now. It is a command of Pharaoh. "

Kanefer nodded and thought. He did not ask for the reason for the ban, and Achboin was grateful for him.

"We'll think of something. I do not say that right now, but we will think. "He looked at him and smiled," I thought you were leaving with me, but fate decided differently. I have to wait. I'll let you know, "he added.

This time he did not fly, but he was on a boat. Achboin realized that it was time to reconsider everything and make the last adjustments to be acceptable to both priests and Pharaohs. He knew his machete would be guarded and hoped that the pharaoh would agree to his teachings.

"It is time to advance," she said in the silence of Nihepetmaat.

"It's a risk," Meresanch said. "It's a big risk, and do not forget he's a man."

"Perhaps the problem is that we do not forget that he is a boy," Neitokret said softly. "I have not gone wrong against our laws, yet we are wary. Perhaps it is that we are more attached to sex and blood than to the purity of the heart. "

"Do you mean that we have forgotten the task for ourselves?" Chentkaus asked, stopping any possible objections. "There is always a risk and we forget it! And no matter if she's a woman or a man! There is always the risk that knowledge can be abused, and the risk rises with the initiation. We were no exception, too, "she added. "It's time we decided. It is time to take the risk that our decision may not be right. We can not wait any longer. Sooner or later he would leave this place anyway. And if he leaves, he needs to be ready and know what he'll have to face. "

"We do not know how much time we have," Maatkare said. "And we must not forget that he is still a child. Yes, she is clever and smart, but she is a child, and some of the facts would not be acceptable to him. But I agree with you that we can not wait longer, so we could lose his trust. We also want him to come back and continue our task. "

"We have to make one decision," Achnesmerire said, looking at Maatcar. The women fell silent, their eyes fixed on Meresanch.

She was silent. She lowered her eyes and remained silent. She knew they would not insist, but it hurt. Again, she was the only one who objected. She took a breath and looked at them, "Yes, I agree and I agreed before, but now I want you to listen to me. Yes, you are right in that every degree of initiation increases the risk. But you forget that women always had other conditions. Our temples stretch all the way to ITER, and always and everywhere, our entrance has been opened. It was also opened because we are women - but he is a man. Will they be opened? Will the temples of men be opened? His position is not easy at all. Women and men will not accept it without reservation, and if they accept, they will try to use it for their purposes. That's what I see the risk. Pressures on him will be much stronger than any of us, and I do not know if he's ready. "She paused and wondered if what she said was understandable to them. Words were not her strong point, and she had never tried it, but she was now trying to clarify her concerns about the child that had become part of them. "And I do not know," she continued, "I do not know how to prepare it for it."

They were silent and looked at her. They understood very well what she wanted to say.

"Well," said Achnesmerire, "at least we know we are united." She looked at all the women around, and continued, "But it does not solve the problem you met us, Meresanch.

"Maybe it would be best," she said in the silence of Neitokret, "to outline all the risks to you and to find ways to avoid or face them."

"I can not do it with the kids." She shook her head and closed her eyes.

"Maybe it's time for you to start learning," Nihepetmaat said, standing up and putting her hand on her shoulder. She knew her pain, she knew her fear. Meresanch gave birth to three dead children, and one that was heavily deformed had lived for a while, but died when he was two years old. "Look," she said, changing the tone, "you yourself said something we missed. You can best foresee possible dangers, but you also need to know them better. Then you will determine the resources that are his own. "

"I have to think about it," Meresanch said after a moment, opening her eyes. "I'm not sure ..." she swallowed and added very quietly, "... if I can do it."

"Can I?" Chentkaus asked her. "You have not started yet! You still do not know what to do and who? "She waited until her words arrived at the one that had been determined and added:" You are not alone and it's not just your task. Do not forget. "

Those words struck her, but she was grateful for her. She was grateful for not mentioning her self-esteem, which she had fallen into in recent years. She looked at her and nodded. She smiled. The smile was a bit spasmodic, but it was a smile. Then she thought. The thought was insistent so she had to say, "We are talking about unanimity, but it's only six of us. Is not it unfair to him? We talk about his future, about his life without him. I feel that we ourselves are wrong against Maat. "

He scanned the papyrus and laid it down beside him. His faces were burning with fury and fury. They all knew it, the plan had been given in advance, and his suggestions, his remarks, were completely unnecessary. Why did not they tell him. He felt terribly stupid and alone. He seemed to be deceived, separated from this community, and separated from the society of the people he once knew. The feeling that he did not belong anywhere was to be missed.

Meresanch stopped weaving and watched him. She waited until it exploded, but the explosion did not happen. He bent his head, as if he wanted to hide the world. She got up and walked up to him. He did not raise his head and sat, crossed with his legs, across from him and took his hand.

"Are you upset?"

He nodded, but did not look at her.

"Are you angry?" She watched the rosary on her cheeks grow stronger.

"Yes," he answered through his teeth, looking up at her. She held his gaze, and he felt he could not stand it anymore. He wanted to jump, break something, tear something. But she sat opposite him, silent, looking at him with eyes full of sorrow. He drew his hand out of hers. She did not resist, but it seemed to her that she had become sad and the sense of anger increased.

"You know, I feel helpless now. I do not know if I'm the one who should teach you. I can not use the words and dexterity of my own Maatkar and I miss the ability of Achnesmerire's immediateness. "She sighed and looked at him. "Try to tell me what your anger has caused."

He looked at her as if he had seen her for the first time. Sadness and helplessness came from her. Fear, he felt fear and regret. "I, I ... can not. There is a lot and ... it hurts! "He cried and jumped. He started to walk around the room as if trying to escape from his own rage, before asking the question, before himself.

"It does not matter, we have plenty of time," she said softly, standing up. "Let's start with something."

He stopped and shook his head. Tears flowed down his cheeks. She went to him and hugged him. Then he spoke. She heard the sobs of sobriety and hurt between sobs, and she seemed to be standing in front of her own mirror. No, it was not pleasant, but it was more important now.

"What's next?" She asked herself, looking at the boys' shoulders, which slowly ceased to shake. She dropped him and knelt to him. She rubbed his eyes and led to the state. His hand gave him a shuttle: "Go ahead," she told him, and he began to think without hesitation where she had finished. He did not understand the purpose of the task, but he had to concentrate on what he was doing - his weaving never worked, so his anger and sorrow slowly ran off with each other. Thoughts began to form a sort of outline. He stopped and looked at his work. The boundary between what Meresanch played and what he was doing was obvious.

"I can not make it. I ruined your work, "he told her, looking at her.

She stood above him and smiled, "Neit taught us to weave to teach us the order of Maat. Look well what you did. Watch out well the warp and the escape, watch the strength and the regularity of the threading. Look at the different parts of your action. "

He leaned over the canvas and watched where he had made a mistake. He saw the rigidity, the flaw in the rhythm of the shuffle, but he also saw how gradually, as he reassured himself, he was getting his work on quality. It did not reach its perfection, but to the end its work was better than at the beginning.

"You are a good teacher," he smiled at her.

"I'm done for today," she told him, handing him the scrolls he had previously put down. "Try to read them again. Again and more carefully. Try to find the differences between what is written and what you have come to. Then we'll talk about it-if you want to.

He nodded. He was tired and hungry, but he needed to be alone for a while. He needed to sort out the confusion in his head, to organize individual thoughts as if the individual threads of the canvas were arranged. He went out of her house and looked around. Then he headed for the temple. He still has time to eat and think for a while before he begins to perform ceremonies.

"They'll cut you off soon," Shay laughed and laughed at him as a child's jerk.

Achboin thought. That moment came to nothing, and he was not sure if he was ready.

"Where did your Ka go, my little friend?" Shay asked, gesturing. Since the morning, the boy was not in his skin. He did not like it, but he did not want to ask.

"Yes," he said after a moment, "they cut off." I should also get a name. His first name, "he added, thinking. "You know, my friend, I do not know who I am. I do not have a name - I'm no one, I do not know where I come from, and the only one who might know it is dead. "

"That's what bothers you," he thought.

"I'm Nobody," he said to Achboin.

"But you have a name," opposed Shay.

"No, I have not. They always called me a boy - there in the temple where I grew up, and when they wanted to give me a name, she came - Priestess Tehenut, the one from Sai and took me away. She started to call me this way, but my name is not. I do not have the name my mother gave me, or I do not know him. I do not have a name to call me. I do not know who I am and if I am. You ask where my Ka was. He wanders because he can not find me. I do not have a name, "he sighed. He told him something that had troubled him for a long time, and he was getting more and more of him. The more he devoted himself to studying the gods, the more he asked him who he was and where he was heading.

"Well, I would not look at it, so tragically," Shay said after a moment, laughing. Achboin looked at him in astonishment. Does not he know what the name is important for?

"Look at the other side, little friend," he continued. "Look, what can not be returned can not be returned and it is useless to worry about it. Think about what's going on. You say you are not - but tell me, with whom do I actually talk to you? Who am I hunting and while flying over the ground, how crazy, all the time? "He looked at him to see if he was listening to him, and if he did not hurt him. He continued: "There are mothers who give their children secret names, such as Beauty and Grace, and then a woman grows up, not the most beautiful or a man who does not know bravery. Then her mother is somewhat disappointed that her expectations have not been met, the child is unhappy, because instead of going on his own journey, he is constantly being pushed to the path that someone else is forcing him to. "He checked his eyes again with Achboinua. "Are you listening to me?"

"Yes," he said, "go on, please."

"Sometimes it's very hard to resist others and go where your Ka is going, or what your Ach does. You have an advantage. It determines where you are going, even if it does not seem right now. You alone can tell who you are. You can determine yourself in your own direction the direction you are going to take and answer yourself only if you are the content of your renu - name has been promised or confirmed. Do not waste these possibilities. "

"But ..." opposed Achboin. "I myself have no idea where I am going. I seem to be moving in a maze and I can not find a way out. It once stretches for me there, for the second time, and when it seems to me that I find what I am looking for, it will take me like a naughty child toy, "he said sadly, recalling his tasks and how he was separated from them .

Shay laughed and pulled him over. "You're talking about ending your life, still feeling milk nourishing milk on your tongue. Why should your life be without obstacles? Why should not you learn from your own mistakes? Why should you know everything right now? What it was, do not change, but look and try what is now and then determine what will be. Your Ka will tell you where to go and help you in choosing ren - your name. But it takes time, open eyes and ears, and mainly open soul. You yourself can choose your Mother and your Father, or you can be your mother and father yourself, like Ptah or Neit. Besides, by not having a name - or you do not know him - you have nothing to misappropriate. You alone determine what you will fulfill your fate. "

Achchina was silent and listened. He thought of Shaah's name. What the great man said here denied the predestination of fate - the god whose name he wore. Has Shay taken his fate into his own hands, is he the creator of his own destiny? But then it occurred to him that he was his destiny, for his friendship had certainly given him Shay himself.

"Remember, my little friend, that you are everything that was, what is and what will be ... " the holy text hurt him. "You are the option yourself - you are what you are now and you can determine when you are. You are like Niau - who rules what is not yet, but where is it said he can not? That's why choose good, my little friend, because you'll be the one who gives you the name, "he added, patting him loosely on his back.

"I like, "said Nebuithotpimef," the side-staircase idea is excellent. "

"It's not mine, sir," he replied, hesitating to mention his plan with the boy.

"Is he his?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

It seemed to Kanefer that a shadow of ill will appeared on his face and he only nodded and remained silent. He was silent and waited.

"He has talent," he said to himself, then turned to Kanefer, "Does he have talent?"

"Great, my lord. It has a sense of detail and a whole, and now with its abilities exceeds many adult men in this field. "

"It's strange," said Pharaoh, thinking, "maybe the prophecy was not lying," he thought.

"I have a great request, the greatest," Kanefer said, his voice shaking with fear. Nebuithotpimef nodded, but did not look at him. Kanefer insisted, but decided to continue. He wanted to use the chances if he offered himself and continued: "I would like to teach him ..."

"No!" He said angrily, looking at Kanefer. "He can not go to Cineva and he knows it."

Kanefer was afraid. He was afraid that his knees would not crack beneath him, but he did not want to give up his fight: "Yes, sir, he knows that, and for that reason he refused my offer. But he has a talent - a great talent, and he could do many great things for you. I can teach him in Mennofer as soon as they start work on city renewal, and it can also help me finish your TaSetNefer (instead of beauty = the afterlife). He would be out of Cinev, sir. "His heart beat like a dirty, ears throbbing in his ears. He stood before the pharaoh and waited for the ortelle.

"Sit down," he told him. He saw his fear and the paleness of his face. He instructed the servant, and he pushed his chair and settled down Kanefer gently. Then he sent everyone out of the room. "I do not want to endanger his life, it is too valuable for me," he said softly, surprised by the sentence himself. "If you can secure his security, you have my permission."

"I will try to find out as much as possible in Ptah's Ka House," Kanefer said.

Nebuithotpimef nodded, adding, "Tell me, but do not hurry. Rather, make sure twice to see if it's safe for him. If it is safe for him, it will be safe for you, and vice versa, do not forget it. "

"I do not know if I'm ready," he said after a moment.

"Do not you know, or did not you think about it?" Meresanch asked him.

"Maybe both," he said, standing up. "You know, she employed me what you said last time. I am a man among women and no man among men. I do not know who I am, and they do not know that either. My position is somewhat unusual. What we do not know, there is concern in us, or the shadow of suspicion ... No, otherwise, Meresanch. I'm part of where men are not, and that's a violation of order. That order that has ruled here for many years. The question is whether this is a violation and whether the Maat is not a violation of what was previously designated. Place of cooperation - separation, place of convergence - polarization. We have been talking about peace between Seth and Horus all the time, but we are not dealing with it. We are fighting. We fight for positions, we hide, we cut - not to hand over at the right time, but to hide and gain a stronger position. "He stretched his hands and shook his head. He did not know how to go. He was looking for the words, but he did not find the right thing to get close to what he wanted to say, and just added: "That's what hired me and employed. But ... I'm afraid I'm not able to make it clearer at this point. I'm not clear about it myself. "

Meresanch was silent and waited for herself to calm down. She did not know what to say, but she had a job and knew she had to prepare it. "Look, there are questions we're looking for the answer for all our lives. What you said is not meaningless, and you are most likely to be right. But if you have it, then you must be able to communicate it to be received, it must have a comprehensible and convincing form and it must be communicated at the right time. Sometimes it takes a lot of time, sometimes it's necessary to push things up gradually, in small doses, just like you're giving medicine. "

"Yes, I'm aware of that," he interrupted. He did not want to return to this topic. He was not ready to discuss it with anyone but himself. "Yes, I know that at this point I should focus on my closest future. I know you need to prepare for life outside of this city. You ask if I'm ready. I do not know, but I know I have to do that one step. I can hardly predict everything that can happen in the future, but if you ask me if I'm aware of the risks - I am. I'm not saying everyone ... "he paused. "You know, I ask myself where I'm going. Which way is the way I want to walk and walk after it, or have I come out of it? I do not know but I know one and I know for sure - I want to walk to peace and not to fight - whether it is a struggle between regions, people or myself and I know that before I get it, I will have to make many fights especially with myself .

"That's enough," she said in half of the sentence and looked at him. "You're ready for me." She was surprised at what he said. She did not want her to continue. His way is only his, and she knew the strength of the words, and did not want them to be told by anyone other than themselves. She is still too young and does not want to leave the weight of her decisions that could be affected by the inexperience of youth, the ignorance of her own means, and her own limitations. "Look, the day of your independence will come - even if in your case it's just a ritual because you do not know your mother or father. Still, you should accept the name you choose. The name you would like to bring together your destiny and which would also remind you of the moment of your next dedication.

"No, I do not know," he said, frowning. "Look, I've been thinking about it for a long time and I do not know whether I'm ready - or whether I want to decide on my task at this point. I do not know yet, I'm not sure, so I keep what I have. When the time comes ... "

"Okay, you have the right and we will respect it. Personally, I think you know you know your way, but it is up to you whether you decide to go after it. Every decision must be mature. Time is an important part of life - the right time. No one can tell you to go there or go. It would not be your decision and it would not be your responsibility. It would not be your life. "She looked at him, realizing it was the last time. Who knows how much time to pass before seeing him again. Perhaps only on short occasions of ceremonies and holidays, but these conversations will not be possible there. "Do not worry," she added unnecessarily. "We will respect it. But now is the time for preparation. "She kissed him on the face and tears came into her eyes. She turned and walked away.

There was a time of purification. His head was hair and eyebrows, he chewed his nose in his mouth, and this time he shaved his hair. He stood in the bathroom and looked into the mirror. He was no longer a little boy who came here accompanied by Priest Tehenut. From the mirror, she looked at him with the face of a johncha, furious, with too much nose and gray eyes. He heard him come and went out the door. Inside the room, Shay stood with his eternal smile, holding a cloak wrapped in his cleansed body.

He went through the smoke of the sound of the drum and the sister, accompanied by the singing of women. He smiled. He was taken out of singing, at least until his voice stops unexpectedly from skewing to the tone. He entered the dark room, which was supposed to be a rebirth cave. No bed, no sculpture of the gods that would give him at least the appearance of protection - just bare ground and darkness. He stood on the floor and tried to calm his breath. There was no sound of drums, nor women's songs. Silence. The silence so deep that the sound of his breath and the rhythm of his heart were regular. Regular as the regularity of time, as the alternation of the day and night, as the alternation of life and death. His thoughts roared in his head, which he could not stop.

Then he realized how tired he was. Tired of the events that have happened since he left the House of Nechente. Tired of constant contact with other people. Suddenly, he realized how little time he had on himself. He remained for a while only with himself for some time - not just in the short moments left between his activities. So now she has it. He's got enough time now. The thought calmed him. It calmed his breath, calmed the heartbeat and thoughts. He closed his eyes and left things free. He has a time. Or, to put it better, time for him does not exist, his birth moment has not yet come. He imagined a staircase leading down into the depths of the Earth. A long, spiral staircase, whose end does not look up and goes on its way. He knew he had to come back first. Returning to the beginning of his being, perhaps even earlier, perhaps to the very beginning of the creation of everything - to the thought that was expressed and which gave rise to creation. Then he can go back until he can climb the stairs upstairs to Rea's light or Nut's arms.

He flinched, felt the stiffness of the limbs and coldness. His Ka returned. The moment of return was accompanied by a brilliant white light. It blinked, but her eyes were closed, so the light had to last. He slowly began to perceive the heartbeat of his heart. Each strike was accompanied by a new scene. He felt his breath - quiet, regular, but necessary for life alone. Tones sounded from his mouth, and he saw his name in the middle of those tones. He saw it, but only for a short moment. For a brief moment, he was not sure about the scene. Suddenly, tones, signs, thoughts circled in a crazy rhythm as if they had entered the wind. He saw fragments of past and future events. Poodhalil veil Tehenut and was afraid he was mad. Then everything shrank into a single light spot that began to lose in black-black darkness.

V. Those options, those you know nothing about, are causing you to fear. Fear of the unknown.

"Yes, I heard," Meni said, standing up. He walked nervously for a while, then turned to face him. "It is time for us to speak." He waited until Achboin sat down and sat opposite him. "Hutkaptah is very close to the northern country, and the situation is not yet consolidated, you know. There is always a fight led by Sanacht. Ptah's House will give you safety, but the risk is here. I'd like some of ours to go with you. "

He attacked Shay, but he was silent. He did not talk about it and did not want to force him to use it, but it would be the best solution. He was his friend, he was strong enough and foreseeable. He was silent and thinking.

"Why such measures? Why me? It's not just that I belong to the Reverend Hemut Neter, "he asked, looking at him.

She looked away.

"I want to know," he said firmly. "I want to know. It's my life and I have the right to make decisions about it. "

Mena smiled: "It's not that simple. There was not time yet. And do not interrupt ... "he said sharply as he saw his protests. "It's a very short time to be defeated by Sanacht, but it was only a partial victory, and the country is only seemingly connected. His supporters are still on the alert, ready to harm. They are hidden and silent, but they are waiting for their opportunity. Mennofer is too close to Ion, too close to where his power was strongest and where he came out. The Big Rea House can hide many of our enemies and they can threaten the fragile stability of Tameri. Even in Saji, where the Great MeritNeit had transferred the Archives of the Powerful Word, their influence came through. It was not a good choice, "he said to himself.

"And what does that have to do with me?" Achboin said angrily.

Mena thought. He did not want to tell more than he wanted, but he did not want to leave his questions unanswered. "We are not quite sure of your origin, but if it is the way we suppose, then the knowledge of who you are, at this moment could endanger not only yourself but also others. Believe me, I can not tell you more at this moment, even if I wanted to. It would be very dangerous. I promise to know everything, but have patience, please. The matter is too serious, and the indiscretion of the decision could jeopardize the future of the whole country.

He did not say anything again. He did not understand the word from what he had suggested. Its origin was filled with mystery. Okay, but what? He knew Meni would not say more. He knew there was no point in insisting, but what little he said worried him.

"You should accept the escort of one of ours," interrupted Meni's silence, breaking the thread of his thoughts.

"I'd like to have Shaja next to him if he agrees. Self and voluntarily! "He added emphatically. "If he does not agree, then I do not want anyone and I will rely on Kanefer's escort and my own judgment," he said, standing up. "I'll talk about it myself and I'll let you know."

He was leaving sulky and confused. He needed to be alone for a while to think once more. He was waiting for him to talk to Shay and he was afraid he would refuse. He was afraid that he would remain alone, without any clue, only to himself. He entered the temple. He bowed his head to Nihepetmaat and headed for the shrine. He opened the secret door and went down to the sacred cave with the granite table - with the table where the dead dead little girl lay the body. He needed to hear her voice. The voice that calmed the storm in his soul. The cold of the stone penetrated into his fingers. He perceived the structure and strength. He perceived the power of the worked rock, and slowly, very slowly, he began to calm down.

He felt a light touch on his shoulder. He turned. Nihepetmaat. He was irritable, but it did not deter her. She stood there, silent, looking at him, an unanswered question in her eyes. She waited for anger to pass, and she threw a cloak over his shoulder so that his body was not too cold. He realized the motherliness of that gesture and his loving kindness, and the anger was replaced by regret and understanding of the ritual. The gesture said more than words. She attacked something in every human being and was therefore comprehensible to everyone. He smiled at her, grabbed her carefully, and slowly pulled her out.

"I was going to say good-bye to her," he told her. "I miss. I did not know her for a long time, and I do not know if it was good, but it always appeared in the moments when I needed her advice. "

"Are you worried?" She asked.

"I do not want to talk about it now. I'm confused. All the time I ask myself who I am, and when I feel that the light of knowledge I have in my reach, it goes out. No, I do not want to talk about it now. "

"When are you leaving?"

"Three days," he answered, looking around the temple. He tried to memorize every detail, trying to recall every detail. Then he stared at her and began to scream. Even under the makeup, she saw her pale. He grabbed her hand and found it unnaturally wet and cold. "Are you ill?" He asked her.

"I'm old," she told him, and smiled. Old age brings illness and exhaustion. Old age is preparing for the journey back.

His chin felt cold. The scene reminded him when he left Chasechem. He trembled with fear and cold.

"Just calm, Achboinue, just calm," she said, caressing his face. "I only need more heat. The cave's cold is not good for my old bones. "They walked out into the courtyard, and she set her face against the rays of the setting sun.

"I will miss it," he said, and he set his face to a gentle warmth.

"We'll be with you," she said, looking at him, "we'll still be with you. Do not forget you are part of us. "

"He smiled. "Sometimes thoughts are not enough, Supreme."

"And sometimes you do not feel part of us," she replied, and waited until she looked at her.

He cheered. She said something she had sometimes hidden from herself. She was right, the feeling that they did not belong anywhere. He looked at her and she continued:

"Is there anything in you that does not belong to anyone - just to you, and so you are keeping yourself away from others? Achboinue, that should not be a reproach, but rather a worry about you. Please remember one. We're always here and we're here as well as you are for us. None of us will ever exploit this privilege, but use it whenever it is needed - not for us or for individuals but for this country. You still feel that you have to deal with it all alone. It is the influence of your youth and your closeness. But it is also the easiest way to make mistakes to overestimate your strengths or make a rash decision. Dialogue fills ideas. A helping hand, even if you are offered, can always refuse. It's your right. But here we are, we will be here and for you, always ready to offer you help in moments of need and not to bind you. "

"It's not easy with me," he said apologetically. "You know, Nihepetmaat, there's too much chaos in me, too much anxiety and anger, and I do not know what to do about it. That's why I'm sometimes pulling - for fear of hurting. "

"The city is a very tricky thing. If they check out, then they gain power over who can control them. They get their own lives and become a powerful tool of chaos. Remember Sutech, remember Sachmet when he left the power of his anger without control. And it is a great power, huge and powerful, which in the instant of eye can destroy everything around. But it is the power that brings life forward. It's just strength, and like everything you have to learn to do it. Learning to recognize emotions and their origins, and then use this energy not for uncontrolled destruction but for creation. Things and actions need to be kept in balance, otherwise they will fail in chaos or inertia. "She paused, then laughed. In short and almost unnoticeable. She exclaimed, "I do not want to read the Levites here. No way. I also did not want to say goodbye to you by repeating here what we once told you and taught you. I'm sorry, but I must have told you that - maybe even for the peace of my Ka. "

He hugged her, and his heart flooded. Has he not yet gone and is missing? Or is it a fear of an unknown? On the one hand, he felt strong, on the other hand there was a child who demanded safety, the protection of those he knew. He knew it was time to pass through the gate of adulthood, but the child in him was revolting and looking back, covering his hands and begging for him to stay.

"Meresanch has offered to take over your duties so that you have enough time to prepare for the trip," she told him.

"She's kind," he replied. "But it will not be needed, I can handle it."

"It's not about being able to do it, Achboinue. The point is that this expression of her kindness, as you say, is a manifestation of her sense to you. She loses the son you are for her, and that's her way to show your feelings to you. You should accept the offer, but if you accept it, it depends only on you. "She left and left alone.

"He was thinking about how self-conscious they were, ignoring the other. He changed himself and headed for the Meresanch house. He walked to the door and stopped. He realized he knew nothing of her. He did not go into his thoughts.

The door opened and a man stood there. A cat ran out of the door and began to crawl to Achboin's feet. The man paused. "Who ..." He wanted to ask, but then he saw the priest's garment and smiled. "Go on, boy, he's in the garden." He nodded at the young maid to show him the way.

Meresanch squatted at the herb bed, occupied at work. Achboin nodded to the maid, nodding slowly, and walked slowly to her. She did not notice him at all, so he stood there watching her hands carefully look at each plant. He shuffled beside her and took a handful of herbs from her hands, which he had pulled from the ground.

"You cheered on me," she said with a smile, taking her herbs from her hand.

"I did not want to," he said, "but a hoggle I was about to let me in, which I was obviously laughing about," he said in a hurry. "You should eat more of them." He pointed to the greenery in their hands. It will benefit not only your nails but also your blood, "he added.

She laughed and hugged him. "Come home, you're hungry," she told him, and Achboin realized it was the first time she'd seen her happily laugh.

"You know, I came to thank you for your offer, but ..."

"But ... do you refuse?" She said somewhat disappointedly.

"No, I will not refuse, on the contrary. I need advice, Meresanch, I need somebody to listen to me, scold me or fight me. "

"I can imagine your confusion and your doubts. Even your despair, but you will not get Meni any more. He will not tell you anything at this moment, even if they torture him, "she told him when she heard him. "One thing is certain, if they are concerned, they are justified. He is not a man who would say unconscionable words or do reckless actions. And if they do, they know why. You did not have to say anything, yet he did it, even though he knew it would raise a wave of dislike. "She walked across the room and leaned against the column in the room. It seemed like he needed time.

He watched her. He watched her talk, her gestures, the look on her face, the look when she was thinking about something.

"I can not tell you to trust him. No one will take you if you do not want to, but apparently has the reasons why he did not tell you more, and I personally think it is good. At this point, it does not make sense to think about it any further. You will not do anything about it. Just take note of it. Do not speculate. You know too little to make your thoughts move in the right direction. You have a way ahead - a task that you have to focus on. One is right in one. One of ours should go with you. "

It brought him back to the upcoming task. It did not diminish its confusion, not yet, but in one was Nihepetmaat right - the dialogue is rubbing thoughts.

She went back to her place and sat beside him. She was silent. She was exhausted. Perhaps in words, in so many words ... He grabbed her hand. She looked at him and hesitated. Still, she continued, "There's one other thing. It's equally uncertain, but maybe you should know. "

He noticed. He saw he hesitated, but he did not want to force her to something she would regret.

"There is a prophecy here. Prophecy that may concern you. But the hook is that none of us know it. "

He looked at her with astonishment. He did not believe much in the prophecy. There are few who have managed to go through the time network, and it was mostly just the right intuition, a good estimate of future things that will come out once, sometimes not. No, the prophecy was not fitting for her.

"Maybe you know more about Sai. I say maybe, because I do not know any more, and as you know yourself, all records, or almost all, were destroyed by Sanachta. "

He went slowly home. He left the conversation with Shay for tomorrow. She has time, she still has time and thanks to her. She assumed his duties as if she knew what was waiting for him. He thought that after talking to her, he'd have a clear look in his head, but everything was getting fainter. He had a mixture of thoughts in his mind, and the body was dominated by a mixture of emotions. He needed to calm down. He walked into the house, but in his walls he felt as if in prison, and he went out into the garden and sat down. His eyes went to Sopdet. The flashing star's light calmed him. It was like a beacon in the midst of the waves of his thoughts. His body ached as if he had been wearing heavy loads throughout the day-as if the meaning of what he heard today materialized. He tried to relax, looking at the bright star, trying not to think of anything but the small flashing light in the darkness. Then Ka's disappeared, merged with the bright light, and he saw again the debris of the stories and tried to remember more than the day of his rebirth.

"Why did not you tell me anything about the prophecy?" He asked Meni.

"I think I told you more than he was. Besides, Meresanch is right. None of us knows what it is. But if you want, there might be little to find out. We have our resources. "

"No, it's not essential. Not at this moment. I think it would make me more mad. It can also be just the expectation of hope. Those from Sae went out with him after the archive was destroyed, and it might well be their revenge. This is also the result of separation - you suddenly do not know what the other side does, what she knows and what she can do. Those options, just the ones you know nothing about, cause you to be scared. Fear of the unknown. "

"Good tactics," Meni said.

"Good to use and easy to use," Achboin added.

"When are you leaving?" He asked, even in an effort to reverse the direction of the conversation.

"Tomorrow," he told him, and continued, "I have nothing to do here, I want to come in before I can see Mennofer myself. I want to know how the work has progressed since I was with Kanefer.

"That's not reasonable. Too dangerous, "Meni replied, frowning.

"Maybe," said Achboin. "Listen, the destruction of the Power of the Archive is a great loss for us. But surely there will be descriptions, certainly there are those who still know and need to collect everything that is left to add to what is in the human memory. Find a way to put the Power of the Archives back together. Anyway, I would not rely on just one place. This is, I think, much more dangerous, and it's short-sighted. Is there something to be done about it? "

"We started with it, but it's a tedious job. Not all temples are willing to provide background material. Especially not those prospering for Sanacht. He still has his fans. "

"Will you provide me with information?" He asked with fear.

"Yes, that's not a problem, but it takes time." He thought. He did not know why Achboin was so interested. He did not know his intention. He did not know if it was just a youthful curiosity, or the plans of women in the House of Acacia were hiding behind it. "Do not let yourself go, boy," he said after a moment, "take as much as you can on your hips."

He was still tired of the journey, but what Nebuithotpimef said to him had come to him.

"Take it with reserve, and do not worry about it. Do not forget he has his blood. "He did not say it easily, but he could imagine what a mess this would have caused, especially at this time. How easy it would be for those standing on the side of Sanacht to use and abuse them.

"It's your blood, and it's also my blood," he said angrily. "He's my son," he said, dropping his hand to the post.

"Keep in mind that this may not be true. No one knows where he came from. They've chosen him from Sai, and that's always suspicious. "

"But he came from the south, from the Nechentai temple, as far as I know."

"Yes," Nebuithotpimef sighed, "the more complicated." He walked to the table and poured himself wine. He needed to drink. He drank the cup at once, feeling the heat flowing through his body.

"Do not overdo it, son," he said with care, wondering if it was the right time to tell him. But the words were spoken and she did not give it back.

He leaned both hands on the table and bent his head. This Nebuithotpimef already knew. This has already done as a child. His teeth were pressed, his hands pressed against the desk, and he was angry. Then the calming came.

"What is it?" Asked Necerirchet. Still with his head bowed and his body tense.

"Strange. I'd say he has your eyes if I'm sure it's him. "

"I want to see him," he said, turning to him.

"I do not doubt that," Nebuithotpimef smiled, "but not here. For sure, Cinev forbade him. He would not be safe here. "He watched his son. His gray eyes narrowed, the tension allowed. "That's good," he said to himself, trying to relax.

"Who knows?"

"I do not know much will not be. Chasechem is dead, Meni - he's reliable, and I figured it out by accident - but then there's Sai. Then there is the prophecy. Is the prophecy a reason to move it, or was it designed to protect it, or was it designed to accept it? I do not know."

"Where is he now?"

"He goes to Hutkaptah. He will be a student of Kanefer. There she will be safe, at least I hope. "

"I have to think," he told him. "I have to think seriously. Anyway, I want to see him. If it's my son, I know that. My heart knows it. "

"Let's hope," Nebuithotpimef said.

He stared at Shay's strained muscles. Their shape still emphasized the sweat that shone in the sun. He was joking with another man who worked on cleaning and strengthening the canal. The work went out of his hand - not like him.

Saj suddenly turned and looked at him, "Are not you too tired?"

He shook his head in disbelief and continued to shake his hands with muddy soil. You felt cheated. The first day in the temple, and they sent him to repair the canals and wading the mud by the shore. Even Kanefer did not stand it. He took pieces of clay into his hand and tried to clear the cracks between the stones and push in smaller stones. Suddenly, he realized that his hand was choosing the exact clay that was needed. Not here, who is crumbling or too rigid - he automatically discards it, but his fingers picked up the clay that was smooth and flexible enough. "It's like stones," he thought, rubbing his shoulders with the sun. Suddenly he felt Shay's hand throw him ashore.

"Break. I'm hungry, "he shouted at him, handing him a bowl of water to wash.

He washed his face and hands, but left his mud on his shoulders. Slowly he began to stiffen.

The lady scrambled to the shore, looking for the boy from the temple to bring them food. Then he looked at him and laughed, "You look like a bricklayer. What is the earth on the shoulders? "

"She shields her shoulders from the sun, and if she was wet, she chilled," he replied. He was also starving.

"Maybe they will not bring us anything," said Shay, putting a huge hand on his ranch. He took the bellows with water and a piece of honey. He broke it and half gave Achboin. They bit into the food. Workers' kids were running around and laughing cheerfully. There, some of them came to Sha'ah and made fun of his size, and he caught them and lifted them up. As if instinctively aware that the thunderbolt would not hurt them. Within a few moments, children were like fingers around them. The fathers of the children who worked to reinforce the canal first looked at Shaah in disbelief and also feared, but their children persuaded them not to be afraid of this man, and they eventually married him. The children were squatting there to give the big man peace, but he laughed and laughed with the children.

"The dirt ..." he said to Achboin with his mouth full.

"Swallow first, you do not understand at all," Shay replied, sending the children to play away from the canal.

"The clay - each is different, did you notice?"

"Yes, everyone knows who works with her. Others fit for dried bricks, others for those to be burned, and others fit for the manufacture of stoves and pots, "he replied, wrapping himself in a bag to pull the figs. "It's because you never worked with her."

"Why did they actually send me here the very first day?" That question belonged to him rather than to Shayah, but he spoke loudly.

"Our expectations are different from what life will prepare for us." Shay laughed and continued, "You are an adult, and therefore, just like everyone else, has a duty to work on what is common to all. It is the tax we pay to live here. Without sewers, it would have absorbed the sand here. That narrow strip of land left behind would not help us. It is therefore necessary to renew every year what enables us to live. This is true of all, and some pharaohs are not exempted. "He took a fig and chewed him slowly. They were silent. "You know, my little friend, this was a pretty good lesson. You learned a different job and met other material. If you want, I'll take you where the bricks are building. It's not a light job, and it's not a clean job, but maybe it would interest you. "

He nodded. He did not know this job, and the youth was curious.

"We have to get up early. Most of the work is done early when it's not so hot, "said Shay, standing up to his feet. "It needs to be continued. He grabbed his waist and threw him in the middle of the canal.

"At least he could have warned me," he told him accusingly as he swam to the shore.

"Well, he could," he said with a laugh, "but it would not be such fun," he added, pointing at the amused faces of the other workers.

He felt he had been sleeping at most for several hours. The whole body hurt for an unusual exertion.

"Get up," Shay shuffled gently with him. "It's time."

He opened his eyes reluctantly and looked at him. He stood above him, bowed, with his eternal smile, which at that moment was somewhat nervous. Carefully he sat down and groaned. Every muscle felt in his body, a big stone in his throat that prevented him from swallowing and breathing.

"Ajajaj." Shay laughed. "It hurts, is not it?"

He nodded reluctantly and went to the washroom. Each step was suffering for him. He reluctantly washed himself and heard that Shay came out of the room. He heard the sound of his footsteps stretch across the corridor. He bent his head to wash his face. He felt his stomach twitch and the world around him sank into the darkness.

He woke up cold. His teeth clicked, and he shivered. Outside was the darkness, and he rather stiffened to see someone bend over him.

"It'll be all right, my little friend, it'll be okay." He heard Shayu's voice full of fear.

"I'm thirsty," he whispered in his swollen lips.

His eyes slowly grew accustomed to the darkness in the room. Then someone lit a lamp and he saw an old, small man preparing a drink.

"It will be bitter, but drink it. It will help, "said the man, grabbing his wrist to feel his heart beat. He saw Sai's fears in his eyes. A gaze fixed on the old man's lips, as if expecting a ortel.

Saj gently lifted his head with his hand and brought a drink container to his lips. He was really bitter and did not get thirsty. He obeyed the fluid and had no power to oppose when Shay made him take another sip. Then he gave him the juice of pomegranate apples to thirst and the bitterness of the medicine.

"Give him more head," said the man, and put his hand on his forehead. Then he looked into his eyes. "Well, you're laughing for a few days, but it's not for the sake of death." He nodded his throat gently. He felt it touch the bulge that he had in his throat, preventing him from swallowing. The man put a strip of cloth on his neck, soaked in something that cool and smelling the mint. For a moment he spoke to Shay, but Achbo had no more power to watch the conversation, and he fell into a deep sleep.

A subdued conversation awakened him. He recognized the voices. One belonged to Shay, the other to Kanefer. They stood by the window and discussed something passionately. He felt better and sat on the bed. The dress was sweat-glued to his body, his head spinning.

"Just slowly, boy, just slow." He heard Shay come down and take him in his arms. He took him to the washroom. Slowly, with a wet cloth, he washed his body like a child. "You have made us horrified. I'll tell you that, "he said cheerfully. "But it has one advantage - for you," he added, "you do not have to repair the channels." He laughed and wrapped it in a dry sheet and took him back to the bed.

Kanefer was still standing by the window, and Achboin noticed his hands trembling slightly. He smiled at him, and he smiled back. Then he walked to the bed. He was silent. He was looking at him, and then, embracing his eyes, embraced him. The feeling of feeling was so unexpected and so honest that he was crying out. "I was worried about you," Kanefer told him, dragging a stream of sweaty hair from his forehead.

"Go away from him, architect," said the man who stepped into the door. "I do not want to have an extra patient here." He glanced at Kanefer and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Let's get a good wash and put it in the water," he ordered, and gestured him into the washroom. Achboinu's scene seemed ridiculous. Nobody ever told Kanefer anything, he usually gave orders, and now obediently, like a child, he was taken to the washroom without a single word of whispering.

"Let's look at you," said Sunu, a doctor, and felt his neck tingling. "You open your mouth very well," he ordered, as Shay scooped the curtain from the window to let more light into the room. He looked him over, then went to the table where he put his bag. He began to pull out a series of bottles of liquids, boxes of herbs and who knows what else. Achboin was alert.

"Give him this," he said, handing the box to Shay. "It should be swallowed always three times a day."

Shainnailed into the cup of water and took a small ball with the boxes and handed it to Achboinu.

"Do not worry," Sun said. "It's bitter inside," he added, stirring some ingredients in the bowl on the table.

Achboin obediently swallowed the cure and moved curiously to the other side of the bed so he could see what the sun was doing.

"I see he's really better," he said without looking at him. He was just mixing something in a green stone bowl. "You're really curious, are not you?" He asked, and Achboin did not know if the question belonged to him or to Sha'ah.

"What are you doing, sir?" He asked.

"You see it, do not you?" He said, finally looking at him. "Are you really interested?"


"Healing oil on your body. At first I have to crush all the ingredients properly and then dilute them with oil and wine. You're going to paint your body. It helps with pain and acts antiseptically. The skin gets substances that will cure your illness. "

"Yes I know that. Oils were used by Anubis priests for embalming. I'm interested in the ingredients, "he told Achboin, alert.

Sunu ceased to crush the ingredients and looked at Achboinua: "Listen, you are really too inquisitive. If you want to learn more about our craft, Shay will tell you where to find me. Now let me work. You're not the only patient I'm in charge of. "He bent over the bowl again and began to measure oil and wine. Then he began to paint his body. He started from the back and showed Shayah how to proceed to massaging the oil in his muscles.

Kanefer came out of the washroom. "I'll have to go, Achboinue. A lot of work is awaiting me today. "He was worried, though he tried to cover up with a smile.

"Do not call so many architects," he said sternly. "I'd like to look at you to make sure you're all right."

"Next time, I'm calling," Kanefer told him. "Do not worry, I'm fine."

"I think the best remedy for your ailments is he. I have not seen you in such a long time. "

Kanefer laughed. "I really have to go. Do what you can to get him to his feet as soon as possible. I need him to have him, "he said to Sunu, adding," Not just as a cure. "

"Just go after you, ungrateful," he said, laughing. "So, boy, we're done," he said to Achboinua. "You should stay in bed for a few more days and drink a lot. I'm staying here tomorrow - for sure, "he said, and left.

"The guy was supposed to be a general, and I did not call," said Shai to Achboin. "Then he has respect," he added and overturned the mattress. "When I finish, I go to the kitchen and bring something to eat. You must be hungry. "

He nodded. He was hungry and thirsty. The body was no longer scared, the oil cool, but it was tired. He walked over to the bed and lay down. When Shay brought the food, he slept.

He walked through the stables. It seemed to him that all the cows were the same. The same black color, the same white triangular spot on the forehead, a spine in the form of an eagle with stretched wings, two-tone hairs on the tail. They were the same as Hapi himself.

"What do you say?" Asked Merenptah, who was in charge of the stable.

"And calves?"

"Ibeb or Inen will provide the records."

"The results of the crossing ...?"

"Invalid," said Merenptah, heading for the exit. "But Ibeb will tell you more."

"Have you only tried one generation? What the descendants. Maybe the characters are transmitted in the second generation, "Achboin said.

"We tried it. Also very uncertain, but we decided to continue. We will try to experiment in other stables, in those behind the city. "

There were cats running around, and one of them wiped Achboinu's leg. He bent down and stroked her. She started the door and tried to hide his head in his hand. Once more, she scolded her ears, then caught up with Merenptah at the exit.

"Do you want to see the stables behind the city?" He asked.

"No, not today. I still have some work with Kanefer. But thank you for the offer. Tomorrow I'll stand behind Mrs. Ibeb to look at the records. Maybe I'll be wiser. "

For a moment they continued silently to the sacred lake. The gardeners planted just imported trees around its shores.

"Will you please give me a visit to those behind the western gate of the Holy Stables?" Merenptaha asked.

"I'll try," he replied hesitantly, adding, "Do not be too much hope ..." he paused, searching for the most appropriate words.

"Nothing's happening," Achboin interrupted, "it's not so much hurry. I was just wondering. "

They said goodbye. Achboin continued toward the palace building. He was looking for Kanefer, who was overseeing first-degree work. The access road was almost complete, including the pedestals for a series of sphinxes that were to line it up.

He imagined a dowry parade as he walked along this path. He was pleased. It was majestically, as majestically as the front of the palace she led. The sun roared backward. "Trees," he realized. "It also needs trees that would give it shade and smell," he thought, his eyes searching for Shay. Where Shay is, Kanefer will be. A bricklayer with an empty cart passed him. He remembered the offer of Shaah before his illness. They have to look at them. It was a mystery how they could make so many bricks for the planned construction in the city as well as the extension of the wall around him that was supposed to be 10 meters high. He looked around. Craftsmen were everywhere, everywhere. The whole site was one large dusty building site. Everywhere there were children, screaming and laughing, and crawling with the workers under their feet to the great displeasure of the watchmen of the buildings. It seemed dangerous.

Both were nervous and were waiting impatiently for the arrival of the sun. They heard the door open, and it seemed that nothing could be held in one place.

"So what?" Asked Shay as I came into the door.

"Calm down," he said in a tone that did not resist. "Hello," he added, and sat down. Those moments seemed unbearably long.

Now Kanefer did not survive. He jumped out of the bench and stood before the sun. "Please talk."

"All results are negative. No poison, nothing to suggest that someone wanted to poison him. He's just not used to this climate and hard work to do. "

There was a relief on the faces of both men. Especially Shay calmed down and stopped walking around the room, like a lion in the cage.

"But," he continued, "what is not, can be. The measures you have done are not, in my view, sufficient. He is alone and has no one with whom the potential enemies would be afraid of. To belong to Hemut Neter does not mean so much here unless he belongs to the top three. But it does not worry me. "

Shay shook his head and frowned, but before he could open his mouth, he added,

"You can not be with him. It just can not. Not soon enough, the needs of the body will begin, and you can not meet him with the girl. "Then he turned to Kanefer:" Remember that the boy spent too much time with adults and only a certain group. It's as if you've stolen his childhood. He does not know well about life, he can not move among his peers, and he does not even know any pitfalls. You have to catch up. You have to take it more between people and workers. He needs to look around. Here, the sanctity of the office will not help him, just the ability to be able to orient himself in this environment. "He paused. There was no courage to interfere in this short moment. Then he turned to them, "Now go away, I have some work and I'm waiting for other patients."

They both got up to command and obediently left the room. After a while, the comity of the situation came to them, so they looked at each other and laughed at the wheel, even though they were not laughing.

He walked around the site and checked the work. Kanefer did not see anywhere. He seemed to hear the noise, and so he went in that direction. The supervisor took over the bricks and was not satisfied with their quality and size. He stumbled with the bricklayer and refused to take over the load. Next to the scribe standing to confirm the takeover of the material and obviously bored. He broke into a quarrel and stopped her. He explained the problem and looked at the bricks. Then he took one in his hand and broke it. She did not scratch, broke in half, and seemed to be solid, good. The shape did not suit. It was shorter and stronger than the other bricks they used. Then he realized that this shape of the bricks was to be made of burnt clay and was to be used for the path around the sacred lake. Someone mistaken it all. He instructed the guards to take the bricks, but did not use the building of the palace. They will find work elsewhere for them. The bricklayer explained the mistake he had made. They agreed that the next batch would be as required by the construction supervisor. The emperor revived, recorded the takeover, and moved away.

"What about them, sir?" The guard asked, looking at the pile of square bricks.

"Try to use them on the wall in the gardens. It does not matter so much in size. Find out where the error happened, "he told Achboin, looking up to see if he could see Shay or Kanefer. Finally, he caught sight of them, and so he instructed the head to say goodbye to the guard and hurried after them.

They stopped in the middle of the conversation when he ran. Explaining to Kanefer what had happened, he nodded, but he could see that he was thinking elsewhere.

"When are they going to plant the trees?" Asked Achboin.

"When the floods fall. Then comes the time for the gardeners. In the meantime, we have to focus as much as possible on building work. When the sowing season begins, we will have little labor. "

They had a group of children who spoke friendlyly to Shay. In one of these children, a stack of stacked bricks ready to be picked up, so unfortunate that the whole board leaned and the bricks covered the baby. Achboin cried out, and they all ran to the baby. All three, including the children, were throwing the bricks and trying to get the baby out. He lived, for there was a shout out of the pile. They finally reached up to him. Shay took him into his arms and ran to the temple by the gazelles. Both Achin and Kanefer hurried after him.

The breaths ran up to the sick rooms and ran into the reception room. There, at the table where the screaming child lay, Shaah stroked the baby, his face bent over, and Mrs. Pesseth bent over him. The left leg of the baby was strangely twisted, a bloody wound on the forehead, and bruises began to form on the body. Achboin walked slowly to the table and studied the child. Mrs. Seese called the assistant and ordered him to prepare a painkiller. The lady gently wiped the baby's body. The wound on the forehead was bleeding a lot, and the blood flowed to the baby's eyes, and so Ceseth devoted herself first.

They seemed to hear a familiar voice. Unhappy rumbling of the old Sun. He stepped into the door, looked at the staff, leaned over the child, and said, "It is really difficult for you three to get rid of you." He took a drink from the assistant's hands and let him drink his baby. "Do not cry. You should have been more careful about what you are doing, "he said sternly. "Now, try to calm down to do my job." The tone of his speech was steady, but the child tried to obey. Only the trembling of his chest suggested that he was crying in him.

"Take him and come after me." He said to Shay and Achboin. He showed his hand on the stretchers to carry the child. The drink started to work and the baby slowly fell into sleep. Mrs. Seeseh caught one side of the wearer's clothes, Achbo's second, and Sha carefully carried the baby. Then he took the litter from the hands of Mrs. Pesse and walked slowly to the point where she showed them.

"It does not look like an internal injury, but the left leg is broken. I also do not like my hand, "she told old Sunu.

"Put that blow on your head," he said, and walked to his leg. "You two can go," he said.

Saj obediently came out of the door, but Achboin did not move. A look fixed on the baby and his leg. He knew fractures from the time he helped Anubis the priests in the Nechentai temple. He walked slowly to the table and wanted to touch his leg.

"Go to wash first!" The Sun shouted. The assistant drew him to the water container. He took off his blouse and quickly washed himself halfway through his body. Then he rejoined the child again. To hang the baby's head was bandaged. He carefully began to throb his leg. The bone was cracked along.

"Speak," he ordered, and Achboa caught the grinning smile on his face.

Achbo's finger pointed to the point where the bone broke, then carefully patted the lower leg. Slowly, his eyes closed, he tried to feel every inequality of bone. Yes, the bone was broken too. The parts of the bone were with each other, but it was broken. He opened his eyes and his finger pointed to where. Sun leaned over the boy, feeling a second fracture. He nodded.

"Good. What now? "He asked. It sounded more like an order than a question. Achboin paused. Compare the bone would have done, but had experience only with the dead but not the living. He shrugged.

"Do not worry about him," said Hesse. "We have to compare it." They tried to stretch their knees to break the fracture. Achboin stepped to the table. Carefully he touched one of the places where the bones separated from each other, trying to get the two parts together. From the corner of his eye, he could see the sweat on the head of the sun. He already knew how to do it. He already knew where the muscles and tendons resisted, and how to turn the foot so that parts of the bone came together and joined together. He grabbed his leg over and under the fracture, pulled himself apart and turned. Both Sunu released the move. The old son, by the way, examined the result. Then he let Achboinue examine his leg once more. He was satisfied, which made it clear that he was just a little friendly mumbled.

"Where did you learn it?" He asked.

"As a child I helped Anubis's priests," he replied, and stepped back from the table. He watched what they were doing. They disinfected wounds with dried honey, strengthened their legs, and bandaged. The scabs on the body were squeezed with honey and lavender oil. The baby was still asleep.

"Now go," he ordered, and continued to work. He did not protest. He put on his shirt and walked quietly out of the room.

Outside of the temple, Shay stood and a group of children around him, unusually quiet. A five-year-old girl was holding Shay around his neck, and he gently stroked him and stroked his hair. When the children saw him, they were alert.

"It's going to be all right," he told them, and he wanted them to be more cautious, but he stopped. The little girl released her hand and smiled at Achboinua. The lady carefully put her on the floor.

"Can I go after him?" She asked, grasping Shai's hand firmly. Achboin knew that feeling. The feeling of having to catch something, a sense of security and support.

"He is asleep now," he said, and stroked her over the dirty, dirty face. "Come on, you have to wash, that way they would not let you in."

The little girl pulled Shajah toward home. He did not let go of his hand, but with a glance, he checked whether Achboin was behind them. The children have faded in the meantime. Shay picked her up and sat on her shoulders. "You will show me the way," he said, and she laughed, her hand pointing to the direction to go.

"How was it?" Asked Shay.

"Good," he replied, adding: "The construction site is not a place to play. It's dangerous for them. We should think of something to keep the workers under their feet. It could have been worse. "

"There, there," the little girl pointed to the low house. My mother ran out. She looked for a boy. She faded. Shay put the little girl on the floor and she ran to her mother.

"What happened?" She asked with fear in her voice.

Achboin explained the situation and calmed her. The woman wept.

"I was working in the temple," she sobbed.

Sai hugged her gently, "Calm, just calm, she's fine. He is in the best of hands. It will take care of him. It's just a broken leg. "

The woman lifted her head. She had to bend her eyes to see Sha'a, "Will she walk?" The fear in her voice was tangible.

"He will," he said to Achboin. "If there are no complications. But it will take a while to get your leg up. "

The Mountain Eye

The girl watched the mother for a moment, but then she sat down on a bob and began to draw the dust in the dust. The lady sat next to her, watching what she was doing. Drawn Hor's eye. The image was not enough to perfection, but the shapes were already certain. His eye helped fix it in the right form.

The woman apologized and ran into the house to wash her face with a blurry face. After a while she called the little girl. Then they came out of the door, both trimmed, dipped and in a clean dress. They wanted to visit the boy. They said goodbye and walked toward the temple. In the bag they carried fruit, bread and a honey pot.

In the morning, his voices awoke. He recognized Shaiv, he did not know the other voice. The lady came into the room. He placed the food tray on the table.

"Hurry up," said Shay, drinking some beer. "You have to be at Siptaha in an hour. He sent you a message. "He bitten a large piece of bread and chewed slowly.

"I need to bathe, I'm sweating," he replied, removing his holiday clothes and new sandals from the chest.

"Before or after meals?" Shay grinned amiably.

Achboin waved his hand and went out into the garden and jumped into the pool. The water awakened and refreshed him. He felt better now. The whole wet ran into the room and splashed Shay.

"Leave it," he said, throwing a towel.

"Bad morning?" He asked, looking at him.

"I do not know. I'm worried about the baby. Maybe you were right. We should figure something out. It will be even more dangerous when they work full, "he said, staring into the void, slowly chewing on the bread.

"Find out how he's doing, maybe it'll calm you down. I can go to Siptah myself, "he told him, thinking.

Sai was alive. "Do you think he's home now?" Asked Achboinua.

"I do not think so," he said with a laugh. "Do you want to see the child or the woman?" He asked, and fled in front of the sandal that Sha threw after him.

"Do you know she's a widow?" He said after a moment, and quite seriously.

"You've found out enough," Achboin replied, raising his eyebrows. This was serious. "I think, my friend, you have a chance. She could have left your eyes on you, "he said, too.

"But ..." he sighed and did not know.

"Speak and do not put me on. You know I have to go in a few moments, "he said with a voice in his voice, reaching for the figs.

"Well, even if it came out. How do I use them? I can only fly and you can not do it, you know. "

So that's really serious, he thought Achboin. "Listen, I think you are very modest. You can stand up to every job and you have one huge gift. The gift that the gods gave you, you know it with the children, and that's very good. Besides, you have gone too far into the future. First you invite her to the meeting and then you will see, "he told him sharply. "I have to go," he added. "And you go find out what's wrong with that boy." He closed the door behind him, and he felt a strangle stomach around his stomach. "I jealous?" He thought, then smiled. He walked slowly down the corridor to the large staircase.

"I welcome you, Reverend," said the man in a plain sleeveless blouse. The walls of his room were white and covered with carbon. Lots of sketches of figures, faces and patterns. He noticed his astonishment, then added to the explanation: "It's more comfortable and cheaper than papyrus. You can wipe it or lose it at any time. "

"That's a good idea," Achboin replied.

"Sit down, please," he told him. "I'm sorry to welcome you like this, but we have a lot of work and few people. I try to use every moment. "He called the girl and asked her to bring them fruit.

He went to the big chest in the corner of the room and opened it, "Some letters came to you." He handed him a bundle of papers and stepped back to see Achboin. One of them was from Nihepetmaat. He calmed himself. Vein. That was essential. The fear of repeating the same scene as when he left the Nechentej temple disappeared. Others were from Meni. He informed him about negotiations related to the construction of new libraries. This report was not satisfactory. Sanacht was thorough in his destruction. He managed to rob most of the temples in the north and south, destroy and fill most of the tombs and the ancestral temples of the ancestors. Damage was unimaginable. Some documents have been transferred to his palace, but you burned when he was defeated. But one message pleased him. Even the priests of Jon were willing to cooperate. Eventually Sanacht turned against them - against those who set him on the throne. The cost of cooperation was not so great, he thought, just the renovation of the temples in Ion. But that meant that he would also work on two major projects - Mennofer and Jon. Both cities were far from each other and both were under construction. They pulled out the workforce together. He lifted his head to examine the walls of Siptah's room again. On the wall he found what he was looking for - Atum, Eset, Re. It is not easy to unite the religion of the nominees. Strengthening the power of Jon was a necessary cost for peace and cooperation in Tameri, but it meant delaying the possibility of uniting the country religiously. It did not please him.

"Bad news?" Siptah asked.

"Yes, no, Ver mauu," he replied, twisting his papyrus. Read them later. "I'm sorry I robbed you of the time, but I needed to know ..."

"That's all right," Siptah interrupted. He paused. Achboin saw that he was looking for words. He began to worry that the new Pharaoh had decided not to remove him from Mennofer. "I spoke to the Sun's superiors," he said after a moment, pausing again. "It does not recommend you work on channel recovery. He says your body has not yet infected the conditions and your body is still developing. Hard work could hurt you. "

"Yes, he talked about me after my illness." He answered, "I know there's a problem here, I have to pay my tax like everybody else. An exception could cause suspicion. I am, after all, only a disciple. I can work elsewhere - maybe in brick making. "He remembered Shay's offer.

"No, no bricks. It's far from the temple, "Siptah told him," and I'm responsible for your safety. "


"There's a lot of people here. We need a lot of makeup and ointments. Missing containers. You came to learn how to design and work with a stone. So you should work with what you've come to. I suggest that you assist in the production of stone vessels and pots, and perhaps even ceremonial bowls. You'll learn something at the same time. "He expected the answer. He had the power to command him, but he did not, and Achboin was grateful for him.

"I agree with Ver mauu."

"When are you leaving, fulfilling your duties in the South?" He asked.

"Before the floods, but I will not stay long," he replied. "I have a plea, Ver mauu." He addressed him with the title he was right to say. "I do not hate to burden you, but I do not know who to turn to."

"Speak," he told him, alert.

Achbo's portrayed the situation with the children. He warned of the dangers that are threatened when moving unattended on the site and described the incident with the boy who fell on the bricks. "It keeps it as laborers, so it threatens children. The ban would have met resistance, and it would not have been valid. You do not watch children. But if we built a school in the temple premises, then at least some of the children would have to leave freely outside. We need a scribe ... ". He also explained difficulties in building new libraries. "We will need a lot of scribes, not only for the old texts, but also for the administration."

"But the craft of Toth was reserved for priests only. And the priests can only be those who carry at least part of the Great blood, "Siptah said.

"I know, I thought about it. But take the Highest, the great possibilities. Possibility to choose the best of the best. Have a choice, but also be able to communicate. Faster communication. Tameri is still shaken after the storms of Suchet's soldiers. Temples were destroyed, libraries were shed, priests were killed only to forget what was. It's like cutting the tree roots. When you give them scripture, you will strengthen their self-esteem, strengthen their pride, but also gratitude. Yes, they realize abuse, but the benefits seem bigger. "

"I have to think about it again," Siptah said, thinking. "Besides, who would do this job? The emperors are busy working on construction sites, supplying. There are few, but so is their number insufficient. Everyone is busy to the maximum. "

"That would not be a problem. Priests and scribes are not the only ones who control the secret of scripture. But now I'm not going to delay you, and thank you for thinking about my suggestion. I'm going to agree now about my work. Who should I report to? "

"Cheruef is in charge of work. And I'm afraid he will not save you, "he said, and said goodbye to him. When he left, Siptah was back at his wall and repaired a sketch.

"That's not a bad idea," Achboin thought, and he went back.

He had postponed the visit to Cherueff. He first needs to read what Meni sent him in the language of pure blood and Nihepetmaat. "I also have to talk to Kanefer," he thought. "He should have warned me that work is going on in Ono." He was upset that he'd concealed this information, but then he stopped. Kanefer was a senior executive in the South and the North, and is not obliged to entrust him. Suddenly he realized the weight of his task and the danger he was exposed to. He would have paid his every mistake, not only by losing his position, but by life.

VI. My name is …

"You'll be here the next day for four hours until your departure," Cheruef told him, frowning. "Do you have any experience with this work?"

"I know stones, sir, and I worked with the stonemasons and the sculptors in the South. But I do not know much about this job, "he replied in truth.

The look that Cheruef had given him had pierced him. He knew that supremacy, but this was different from Kanefer. This was pride, pure and genuine pride. He turned his back on him and showed him where to go.

"This man has forgotten to work with his hands," Achboin thought as he walked obediently behind him.

Most of the people inside the temple were wearing only light blouses or lumbar gowns, but Cheruef was upgraded. His rich wig was too adorable for men, and the bracelets on his hands testified to vanity. He groped cautiously in front of him, avoiding anything he could get dirty.

"Perhaps he is a good organizer," Achboin thought, but something in him did not want to accept the idea.

"I'm guiding you to another thing he can not do," he told the tall, muscular man who worked a piece of green stone. That stone knew Achboin. He was warm, but he had to be careful when working. Leaving Achboin's man in front of the man, he turned and left. When he left, he let go of the statue at the exit of the room. It tilted, fell to the ground and broke. Cheruef went out of the room without looking at the work of his destruction or the two of them.

"Give me the chisel, lad," the man told him, pointing to the table where he had the split tools. He cautiously began to cut the stone with a chisel and a wooden stick. Those movements were fortel. It was a concert of hands, a ballet of gentle force. Achboin saw how strong his fingers he was checking for each split piece. It was as if he was kissing the stone, as if he were talking to the stone.

"So far, please remove the mess, and then look around, I'll leave it in a minute and explain what you're going to do," the man said, and continued to work.

There were finished products in the corner of the room. Beautiful limestone sculptures, canopies, vases, containers of all shapes and sizes. They were beautiful things, things that had a soul. Achboin did not resist, and took a small scribe statue into his hand. He stood on the ground, shut his eyes and his hands with the shape, smoothness and smoothness of the lines, and the quiet warmth of the stone.

"How do I call you?"

"Achboin," he replied, opening his eyes and leaning his head to see his eyes.

"My name is Merjebten," the man said, handing him a hand to help him stand.

Shay disappeared as his widow. A mysterious smile on his face, adjusted, content. Luckily, he was lucky. On the one hand he shared with him the happiness brought to him by love, on the other hand, the feeling that he was alone was squealing. The fear of a child left by a mother. He laughed when he realized it and went to work.

He hurried. The day of his departure was coming and a lot of tasks were waiting for completion. He lit the lamp, but could not concentrate on reading. He took a wooden statuette and a knife in his hands, but he did not do the same. Merjebten advised him to first try to do things made of clay or wood. The statuette was as big as his palm, but she did not like him. He was still not happy with what he had created. He still seemed to miss something. He began to grind her, but after a moment he put down the job. She did not care. Anger raged in him. He began nervously to walk around the room as if he wanted to escape.

"Pity," he said as he realized it.

The door opened and Kanefer entered. "Are you alone?" He asked, wondering, with his eyes.

"He's not here," answered Achboin, and there was anger in his voice.

"What are you?" He asked, sitting down.

On the ground and on the table were papyruses, pieces of wood, tools. Mimodek began to clean up things and level, then took a small statue of Tehenut and started looking at it. "Did you do that?"

He nodded, and he began to collect scattered things from the ground. "How did you get to Jon?" He asked.

Again, their anger raged. Again he seemed to want to take on the task they had assigned him. It's not wise to work on two such big projects. People are few, and then floods begin, then the sowing period, then the harvest - all of this drains other people. He stood up, leaned against the edge of the table, and clenched his teeth. Then the tension allowed. Kanefer looked at him and could not help feeling that he had seen this scene somewhere. But he could not remember.

"I'm tired and annoyed. It was a tedious act, "he said, frowning. "It was extortion," he added, closing his eyes. He counted his breath to calm down and start yelling.

Achboin watched him. The messages he carries are worse than he expected. "Please, please," he said almost quietly.

"Their demands are almost shameless. They know that at this moment Nebuithotpimef needs it. He needs their support to keep peace in the country. We will have to slow down the work in Mennofer and start concentrating on Ion. Sanacht has sacked what can be done, the buildings are damaged, the statues broken, the wealth stolen ... "Achboin gave him water and he drank. He felt the water flow to his stomach as he chilled. His mouth was still dry. "Their demands are blatant," he added after a moment, sighed, "I just do not know how to say it to Pharaoh."

"They will not deal with him directly?" Asked Achboin.

"No, not at this moment. They only want to talk to him when he accepts their demands. "

"And accept?"

"Will have to. At this point, nothing else is left to him. At this point, he will have to do what they want, otherwise Sanacht's followers will be in trouble. So Tameri's struggle is already exhausted and peace is very, very fragile. "He shook his head and looked at Achboinua. He saw how he was thinking.

"And what about employing them?"

"What, please?" He said, standing up. "At this moment, they are not willing to dialogue and not at all to compromise. There is also the intention. It seems to me that Pharaoh's idea of ​​relocating Tameri to Mennofer is a thorn in his eye. "

"Yes, it's close. Restoring Mennofer means not only the strengthening of Ptah's influence. Competition in the field of religious affairs. The influence of NeTeR on the south and they are afraid of it. They need to give something in return. And not only that- "he stopped at the last moment.

"But what?" Kanefer told him, turning to him sharply.

"I do not know. I do not know that right now, "he said, throwing his hands to sign of helplessness.

"When are you leaving?" He reversed the conversation and sat back again.

"In seven days," Achboin replied. "I will not be away long, my church service lasts three or seven days, but you know."

He nodded. Achboin felt the fear that had fallen from him. He knew something came, something-something Kanefer was afraid of, and he was so alert.

"As I told you, my wife and my children died when the country was swept by Sanacht's followers. I do not have anyone. I have no son to take care of my last trip ... "he swallowed, lowered his eyes, and poured water out of the pitcher. Achchina noticed his hand shaking. Kanefer drank. He placed the cup on the table and added softly, "I wanted to ask you something I've been thinking about for a long time. Do not ask - ask. Be my son. "He said the last words almost unhealthy. His throat was pulled and the veins on his forehead stood up. He was afraid, and Achbo knew of what. He was afraid of his answers. He feared refusal.

He approached him and grabbed his hands. He had to squat to see his eyes. The eyes in which tears drifted. "I will be your son," he told him, seeing the tension allowed. "Come, we are both strained and we need to wash away the traces of rage, helplessness and tension. When we clean ourselves in the sacred waters of the lake, when we calm down, we'll talk about it more thoroughly. Do you agree? "

Kanefer smiled. He helped him up and walked slowly to the sacred lake beside the temple.

"I'm really hungry," Kanefer told him as they returned.

Achboin laughed, "Maybe he has come back, he can always get the chef out of chefs. I want to know how he does it. But if it is with my widow, then I will have to bring something. But do not make big hopes. Nothing extra. "

"Wives?" Kanefer's brow raised, and smiled.

"Yes, widows. The mother of the child who overturned the bricks, "he replied.

"Will he go with you?"

"Yes, do not worry. He's doing his duties properly, "Achboin replied, concealing himself spending most of the evening alone. "I would like to ask you something," he said to Kanefer, slowing.

Kanefer looked at him. He was afraid of his eyes.

"No, do not worry. I will be your son if you want and I will love them, "he added and smiled at him. "I do not have a name and it's hard to write an adoption list with someone who does not have her ren - name. You know, I've been thinking about it for a long time, I've been troubled for a long time, but I think I already know my name. I did not pick him up at the rebirth ceremony ... "He paused because he did not know how to explain to him:" ... this is a good opportunity, do not you think? "He asked.

Kanefer nodded.

"You know, I do not know my mother she would give me ren, but I will have my father and I would love if you were the one who would give it to me. I'm not sure if it's time to use it, but I want you to know him. "

"Is it serious?" Kanefer asked suddenly.

"What?" He asked Achboin in amazement.

"Sorry," he laughed at the wheel, "I thought of Shay."

"Yeah, I do not know. I would say yes, but the trouble is he does not want to talk about it. "

They went to the room to take a clean dress. "You know, he was always cheerful, but now he seems happy, really happy." Over the day, when he has time, she carries toys for her children. The boys made a crutch so that he could move with a broken leg. Are you asking if it's serious? I think he's more serious than he thinks. "

"Come, I'll go with you to the kitchen, maybe my office will help us better than bread. We will not be able to catch the lost Shaah, "Kanefer said with a smile, and headed for the door.

Many make-up containers stood on the table next to each other. Merjebten studied them carefully. All the lids of the container had the face of a small blind girl in the form of Hathor. Then he walked over to the stone pots. At the third, he stopped and handed his hand to Achboin to step closer. He did not speak. He pointed to the mistakes he had left and then repaired one of them. Achboin watched him and started to repair the second container. Merjebten watched his work and nodded his head.

"You will repair the rest yourself," he told him, and walked over to the unusual shape. It was not of stone but of wood. Round bowl with lid on which stood black Neit, bow and arrows crossed, round shield on left shoulder. She stood there with dignity, her eyes fixed on Merjebten, and it seemed to him that she wanted to go to him. He took the lid in his hand and started looking at him.

Achboin repaired the stone vessels and watched Merjebten's reaction to his work. He entered Cheruef. It was at first glance to know that his mood was miserable. He glanced over the room and stopped at Achboinua. He bowed his devotion to the mercy of his hand, but he did not release the instrument by which he repaired the stone vessel.

"You did not learn grace, young man," Cheruef yelled, and stroked his hand. The tool dropped to the zen, and the punch tossed it to the wall, dropped it on the small crates on the makeup, and saw them fall to the ground. Some of them shattered. He saw the lid with the face of a small blind girl breaking into five pieces. The richly decorated Cheruef's bracelet wounded his face, and he felt the warmth and smell of his blood. The blow was so strong that it was dark before his eyes. He felt the pain. Pain in your back, on your face and in your heart. Anger raged into him. Anger at that proud man who destroyed his job and wounded his pride.

Cheruef turned to Merjebten, "You have not only to teach him, but also to teach him grace," he shouted, pulling the lid from Neit's black arm and striking him with a stone pedestal. It was splintered. That made him even more angry and raised his hand against Merjebten. Achboin jumped up and hung up on her. He dropped him a second time, and he ended up on the ground, his head knocking on one of the stone pots. Merjebten paled. He took the man around his waist, picked him up, and threw him over the entrance to the other room. People were gathering around and approaching the guards.

"Shut up and steal!" Rattled Cheruef, trying to stand out of the ground. He wore his hand with a wig that rolled to the ground. The officers rushed to Merjebten, who lifted the broken Neit black lid from the ground. He stood and waited for him to run. They stayed, they did not get used to the fact that no one resisted. They did not bind him. They just surrounded him, and he, proudly raised, walked between them.

Achboin watched the scene as if in a dream. His head was spinning and his feet obeyed obedience. He felt one's hands on his shoulder, felt his lifting, bound his hands, and led him somewhere. But the whole journey was somewhat out of the way. Then he caught sight of the approaching Saj, who stood before the guard. They have recovered. The expression of his face and his mighty figure made his own. He no longer noticed the rest. His body slowly sunk to the ground and surrounded by dark blackness.

"Do not sleep!" He heard the sound of the Sunu, and he felt him cry on a healthy face. He reluctantly opened his eyes, but the image was blurry, unclear, so he closed it again.

"I'm telling you, Nespi," the old shake shouted with him, trying to keep him in his seat. His head fell forward, but his eyes opened. He looked at the floating face in front of him, shook his head slightly.

"Do you see me?" He asked.

"No," he said faintly, "not so much." His head ached hurtfully, his ears throbbing. He tried, he could, but his mind was beginning to fall into the darkness again.

"He has a right to court," Kanefer told him. "I have heard the laborers, and I have heard Meribeth. Their testimony agrees. "He was angry and afraid. The attack of the superiors could mean their death.

Siptah was silent. He waited for Kanefer to calm down. The whole thing was serious, and he knew both Kanefer and him. Besides, Achboin was still in Sunu's care, and that made him much more concerned than the upcoming trial. He was responsible for his safety. He was responsible not only for the work he presented in the South and the North, but also for Pharaoh, and did not fulfill this task.

"The court wins," he said after a moment, and sat down. "Look. He broke down not only the vessels belonging to the temple, but also the ceremonial vessels, and he did not forgive. "He wondered if they really had a chance to win, but he believed that they would succeed in their testimony and testimony. "How is he?" Kanefer asked, looking at him.

"It's better, but it will be transferred to the South," he said, and sighed.

"Why? Do not you trust our suns? "He asked with anxiety in his voice.

"No it does not. He has to return because he has a job in the temple and also because it has become dangerous for him. We do not know what this incident may cause. In any case, it attracts attention and we can not afford it, "he replied.

"Yes, you are right," Siptah thought, and drank. "You wanted me to write an adoption treaty. It's furnished. If you want, we'll make a name assignment still here. We can also protect him. Another name ... "

He stopped him. "I also thought about it, but I want to talk to him again. I want to know that she really agrees. "

"And pharaoh?" Siptah asked softly.

"For now, nothing knows, and I hope he will not know anything. Let's just hope Sunu's art is what he says and he gets it. "

"What if he learns ...?" Siptah said, frowning.

"We'll only deal with it then," Kanefer said, standing up. "I want the man to be punished. In order to experience every wound he had given to Merjebten and the boys on his skin. My boy, "he added, and walked out the door.

The lady came into the room. The guilty expression from his face did not disappear. Achboin stood beside the walled wall and drew. The constant presence of Shaah, who was afraid to leave him alone, made him nervous.

"You should not get out of bed yet," he told him, placing the food on the table.

"Do not worry about me so much. When I get tired, I'll lie down, "he assured him, and continued to work. The notion of court was disturbing him, but his head was not so much afraid, so he wanted to think quietly. "Do not you want your widow?" He asked, but Shay shook his head. Achboin finished. He stepped away from the wall and looked at the result. It was not it, but it will wait.

"Look, you can not keep watch over me. I told you once that your blame was not. You do not have any responsibility! "He told him sharply.

Saj was silent.

He did not like it at all. "Have you quarreled?" He asked after a moment, looking at him.

"No. No, but I'm really afraid to leave you here alone. We do not know how long Cheruef's fingers are. By the time we leave, I want to be sure that nothing happens to you. Already ... "

He stopped him in the middle of the sentence. He knew he was right, but he realized on the other hand that it was time for him to face the dangers himself. Besides, he needed to think a lot of things. Tomorrow is a court and before he gets a name and signs an adoption agreement. He suppressed the fear that the Kanefer ceremony would fail. "Look, Shai, I need to be alone for a while. You do not start my eyes all day and I'm getting nervous. This is the last thing I need. I need to think calmly. Go, please, for your widow and her children, and if you're afraid, put the guards in front of the door, "he said quietly, trying not to touch Shaah. He looked at his face with a faint smile. He calmed himself.

"Can I eat?" He asked laughingly. "They're not going to wait for me at dinner," he added cheerfully, chopping up food and swallowing them almost whole.

Siptah sat in an elevated position watching the events. Merjebten spoke well. He refuted all the accusations of Cherueff, and pointed out that he had caused it, except the destruction of the temple's possessions and the breaking of the ceremonial vessels. He emphasized that the other concealers had the feeling Cheruef had committed a sacrilege. Those who were present also did not support Cheruef's verse, and complaints about his arrogance and material disorder did not make it easier for him. The Maat scales were on the right side, and that pleased him. Now it will only matter to Achboinu's testimony.

The door opened and he walked in. He wore the best ceremonial dress, so there was no doubt about his function, even though he was doing away from Mennofer. He had a sistrum and a copper mirror, Hathor, to emphasize his rank. His hair was shaved and his eyes emphasized the green flame. He remembered the words of Nimaathap for the first impression, and he cared. There was a red scar on Cheruef's bracelet on his face. He walked slowly and dignified. He stood in his place and waited for him to address him.

The hall slumped and Cheruef paled. Now he knew he had no chance. Against the word of the Reverend, no one will stand up. No one will doubt his words. The mask of pride and arrogance now replaced the expression of fear and hatred.

Achboin recorded the change in his face. Now he understood Sai's fears. He had never encountered such intense agitation before.

"You realize you can not go back to Mennofer," Meni said angrily. He stood up against him and was angry. Very angry. Achboin tried to keep calm, but his heart pounded like a race.

"Why?" He asked, unconsciously lowering his voice. "Why? The judgment went well and I have not finished my work. "

Thats why. You would have won the court anyway and you did not have to show your office. It's all right now, "he said, slamming his hand over the table. "You should have a good understanding of what you are doing."

"I thought so," he said angrily. "I thought well. I did not know what chance we had against Cheruef's supporters. He was at liberty, Merjebten in jail, and I was locked at home. I did not want to lose. That person should never hold such an office. " He was slow to reveal his identity, but he did not regret what he had done.

"You can not stay here either. As soon as your service ends in the temple, you have to leave. It would be dangerous to stay here longer than necessary, especially now that he knows where you left. "

"Where are you going to send me?" He asked with fear.

"I do not know yet," he said truthfully, "I have to think about it."

He had often realized that his decision had to be influenced in some way. Not for yourself, but for Sha'ah. He can not be far away from Mennofer and his widow, and he also needed to have it with him. He was the only one, except Kanefer, whom he could lean on. He also did not want to leave the work he had done. This was almost the rule.

"Look," said Menimu calmly, "you're probably right to overdo it. I admit it. I can only apologize for not wanting to protect myself, but especially Merjebten. If you want to send me somewhere, send me to Ion. It's not far from Mennofer, so no one will be looking for me. "

He looked at him with astonishment. It was like throwing a rabbit into a basket of cobra. "You do not mean that?" He asked.

"Let's go through it. It does not seem to me to be the worst case, "he told him, and went to the door. Then he stopped and turned to face him. With an emphasis in his voice, he said, "My name is Imhoteph - the one who walks in peace (peacemaker).

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