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Iahotep did not like to think of himself as the paranoid type, but there was no denying the lingering need to confront Zoser and ask about what whispers were floating around his court. His eyes had turned to Hei Haikaddad. They were no threat, really, but that didn’t stop him from focusing his attention on the boy -- Kissan, was it? Ah, yes, Kissan. Truth be told, Iahotep didn’t know much about this Kissan, but that didn’t stop him from summoning the boy. He was curious in a way. How did Hei Haikaddad fare now that there was a war on the horizon? Would they still remain the same?
Or would they grow bold and try something very foolish?
His summons to Kissan had been the product of an afterthought following the announcement of Hatshepsut’s pregnancy and his plans for war. The event itself had been a mess, what with his wife fainting, but he had more important things to worry about now that he had fired her previous physician. War was on the horizon. His war. The war that would solidify his reign as Pharaoh and silence those who would speak against him.
Standing in the library, Iahotep idly looked at his surroundings. It was lovely, in a way, though his interest was not on the grandeur of the library, nor the knowledge that it held. He had plans for this Kissan and as he waited, those plans began to formulate more clearly in his mind. Yes. He knew precisely what he would do to ensure things went smoothly. After all, it was not as though anyone would dare refuse him. He held their lives in his hands.
He half expected to see Zoser when he turned around to the sound of footsteps. It was however, not his adviser, but rather, the boy. Forcing a small smile, Iahotep spoke. “Ah, Kissan, my boy,” he greeted, “How are you?”
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Iahotep did not like to think of himself as the paranoid type, but there was no denying the lingering need to confront Zoser and ask about what whispers were floating around his court. His eyes had turned to Hei Haikaddad. They were no threat, really, but that didn’t stop him from focusing his attention on the boy -- Kissan, was it? Ah, yes, Kissan. Truth be told, Iahotep didn’t know much about this Kissan, but that didn’t stop him from summoning the boy. He was curious in a way. How did Hei Haikaddad fare now that there was a war on the horizon? Would they still remain the same?
Or would they grow bold and try something very foolish?
His summons to Kissan had been the product of an afterthought following the announcement of Hatshepsut’s pregnancy and his plans for war. The event itself had been a mess, what with his wife fainting, but he had more important things to worry about now that he had fired her previous physician. War was on the horizon. His war. The war that would solidify his reign as Pharaoh and silence those who would speak against him.
Standing in the library, Iahotep idly looked at his surroundings. It was lovely, in a way, though his interest was not on the grandeur of the library, nor the knowledge that it held. He had plans for this Kissan and as he waited, those plans began to formulate more clearly in his mind. Yes. He knew precisely what he would do to ensure things went smoothly. After all, it was not as though anyone would dare refuse him. He held their lives in his hands.
He half expected to see Zoser when he turned around to the sound of footsteps. It was however, not his adviser, but rather, the boy. Forcing a small smile, Iahotep spoke. “Ah, Kissan, my boy,” he greeted, “How are you?”
Iahotep did not like to think of himself as the paranoid type, but there was no denying the lingering need to confront Zoser and ask about what whispers were floating around his court. His eyes had turned to Hei Haikaddad. They were no threat, really, but that didn’t stop him from focusing his attention on the boy -- Kissan, was it? Ah, yes, Kissan. Truth be told, Iahotep didn’t know much about this Kissan, but that didn’t stop him from summoning the boy. He was curious in a way. How did Hei Haikaddad fare now that there was a war on the horizon? Would they still remain the same?
Or would they grow bold and try something very foolish?
His summons to Kissan had been the product of an afterthought following the announcement of Hatshepsut’s pregnancy and his plans for war. The event itself had been a mess, what with his wife fainting, but he had more important things to worry about now that he had fired her previous physician. War was on the horizon. His war. The war that would solidify his reign as Pharaoh and silence those who would speak against him.
Standing in the library, Iahotep idly looked at his surroundings. It was lovely, in a way, though his interest was not on the grandeur of the library, nor the knowledge that it held. He had plans for this Kissan and as he waited, those plans began to formulate more clearly in his mind. Yes. He knew precisely what he would do to ensure things went smoothly. After all, it was not as though anyone would dare refuse him. He held their lives in his hands.
He half expected to see Zoser when he turned around to the sound of footsteps. It was however, not his adviser, but rather, the boy. Forcing a small smile, Iahotep spoke. “Ah, Kissan, my boy,” he greeted, “How are you?”
One did not often receive summons from the Pharaoh. One often hoped to not receive summons from the Pharaoh to be honest. Tax collectors were sniffing around and Kissan had heard whispers around the house that there was money that could not be accounted for. There was many reasons to believe that being summoned by the Pharaoh himself was not good news. Still if the Pharoah believed the Hei had acted improperly, surely there would have been soldiers involved and his uncle would be bearing the brunt of the questioning.
Still, Kissan found himself both nervous and unsure at this summoning. Either it would be another announcement of favor or questioning regarding his uncle. Regardless, Kissan was perplexed why it would fall on him. He was the heir of the Hei it was true, but Narmer was at the reins, Kissan had no control in any of the finances or goings on. Narmer was only starting to train and bring him into the discussions of all of it. Surely he had nothing to offer the Pharaoh.
Dressing in his best clothes, Kissan made sure that he was well bathed and prepared before traveling to the palace. Climbing the steps, his heart felt like it was in his throat and his gut felt like it wanted to exit this mortal plane. He wondered briefly if he would be seeing his sisters again and continued walking.
Making his way through the large structure, Kissan motioned over the a servant and quietly asked for directions to the library as instructed. Coming to the hallway that was indicated, Kissan found the door guarded and hesitantly offered the Pharaoh's summons. Letting him in, he swallowed and attempted to walk both confidently and with proper respect. How did one know how much respect to give the Pharaoh in a private audience? Should he kneel? Should he cower?
Walking closer and stopping a respectful distance away, Kissan quickly dipped into a low bow as the Pharaoh turned. "My Pharaoh" he said still bowed, his arm still crossed across his chest, his fist clenched in a militaristic respect. Gods he hoped he was doing this right. "We are well. By your great wisdom and mercy" he added quickly. And he waited. He had no idea why the Pharaoh had asked him here and was not the fool that would think to assume.
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One did not often receive summons from the Pharaoh. One often hoped to not receive summons from the Pharaoh to be honest. Tax collectors were sniffing around and Kissan had heard whispers around the house that there was money that could not be accounted for. There was many reasons to believe that being summoned by the Pharaoh himself was not good news. Still if the Pharoah believed the Hei had acted improperly, surely there would have been soldiers involved and his uncle would be bearing the brunt of the questioning.
Still, Kissan found himself both nervous and unsure at this summoning. Either it would be another announcement of favor or questioning regarding his uncle. Regardless, Kissan was perplexed why it would fall on him. He was the heir of the Hei it was true, but Narmer was at the reins, Kissan had no control in any of the finances or goings on. Narmer was only starting to train and bring him into the discussions of all of it. Surely he had nothing to offer the Pharaoh.
Dressing in his best clothes, Kissan made sure that he was well bathed and prepared before traveling to the palace. Climbing the steps, his heart felt like it was in his throat and his gut felt like it wanted to exit this mortal plane. He wondered briefly if he would be seeing his sisters again and continued walking.
Making his way through the large structure, Kissan motioned over the a servant and quietly asked for directions to the library as instructed. Coming to the hallway that was indicated, Kissan found the door guarded and hesitantly offered the Pharaoh's summons. Letting him in, he swallowed and attempted to walk both confidently and with proper respect. How did one know how much respect to give the Pharaoh in a private audience? Should he kneel? Should he cower?
Walking closer and stopping a respectful distance away, Kissan quickly dipped into a low bow as the Pharaoh turned. "My Pharaoh" he said still bowed, his arm still crossed across his chest, his fist clenched in a militaristic respect. Gods he hoped he was doing this right. "We are well. By your great wisdom and mercy" he added quickly. And he waited. He had no idea why the Pharaoh had asked him here and was not the fool that would think to assume.
One did not often receive summons from the Pharaoh. One often hoped to not receive summons from the Pharaoh to be honest. Tax collectors were sniffing around and Kissan had heard whispers around the house that there was money that could not be accounted for. There was many reasons to believe that being summoned by the Pharaoh himself was not good news. Still if the Pharoah believed the Hei had acted improperly, surely there would have been soldiers involved and his uncle would be bearing the brunt of the questioning.
Still, Kissan found himself both nervous and unsure at this summoning. Either it would be another announcement of favor or questioning regarding his uncle. Regardless, Kissan was perplexed why it would fall on him. He was the heir of the Hei it was true, but Narmer was at the reins, Kissan had no control in any of the finances or goings on. Narmer was only starting to train and bring him into the discussions of all of it. Surely he had nothing to offer the Pharaoh.
Dressing in his best clothes, Kissan made sure that he was well bathed and prepared before traveling to the palace. Climbing the steps, his heart felt like it was in his throat and his gut felt like it wanted to exit this mortal plane. He wondered briefly if he would be seeing his sisters again and continued walking.
Making his way through the large structure, Kissan motioned over the a servant and quietly asked for directions to the library as instructed. Coming to the hallway that was indicated, Kissan found the door guarded and hesitantly offered the Pharaoh's summons. Letting him in, he swallowed and attempted to walk both confidently and with proper respect. How did one know how much respect to give the Pharaoh in a private audience? Should he kneel? Should he cower?
Walking closer and stopping a respectful distance away, Kissan quickly dipped into a low bow as the Pharaoh turned. "My Pharaoh" he said still bowed, his arm still crossed across his chest, his fist clenched in a militaristic respect. Gods he hoped he was doing this right. "We are well. By your great wisdom and mercy" he added quickly. And he waited. He had no idea why the Pharaoh had asked him here and was not the fool that would think to assume.
Iahotep began scrutinizing Kissan’s every move the moment the boy came into his sights. The boy was dressed properly and showing a great amount of respect. The intensity in his eyes did not soften, though he was pleased with what he saw. Iahotep returned no gesture accepting Kissan’s form of greeting. Instead, he made a sound similar to a grunt that might have indicated his approval. There was no time for pleasantries. Plans needed to be put in place with war on the horizon, and he was not keen on the idea of waiting to spare the feelings of a boy.
“That is good to hear,” he said, though his tone indicated a form of disbelief. How well could they truly be doing? If the evening hosted by Hei Hakkadid was anything to go by, they could be faring better than they were. Did Kissian believe he was unaware of the status of Hei Haikaddad? Interesting.
Keeping his eyes trained on Kissan’s face, Iahotep let a long silence grow between them. Would Kissan cow under the intense gaze of his pharaoh? Or would he remain strong? Was it a boy or a man that stood in front of him? Iahotep was interested in finding the answer. A man was more useful than a boy for what he had in mind, though either would serve his purposes well. Clasping his hands behind him, Iahotep began to pace slowly and methodically, to and fro in a line, his steps never faltering.
“Tell me, my boy, with all honesty before the Gods,” he paused in his pacing for a moment, “What say your family to the war?” He held Kissan’s gaze before he continued pacing. The question was a simple one, for the outside at least, but there was a reason he asked this of the boy rather than his uncle. An uncle, who knew of Iahotep’s ire, would say nothing but what he thought the King of Kings wanted to hear. The boy, however, young and inexperienced, would surely allow his true opinion to be heard, though if it were out of fear of being caught in a lie or something else, Iahotep did not know, nor did he care. He would get the answer he sought out of the boy, regardless of what it took.
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Iahotep began scrutinizing Kissan’s every move the moment the boy came into his sights. The boy was dressed properly and showing a great amount of respect. The intensity in his eyes did not soften, though he was pleased with what he saw. Iahotep returned no gesture accepting Kissan’s form of greeting. Instead, he made a sound similar to a grunt that might have indicated his approval. There was no time for pleasantries. Plans needed to be put in place with war on the horizon, and he was not keen on the idea of waiting to spare the feelings of a boy.
“That is good to hear,” he said, though his tone indicated a form of disbelief. How well could they truly be doing? If the evening hosted by Hei Hakkadid was anything to go by, they could be faring better than they were. Did Kissian believe he was unaware of the status of Hei Haikaddad? Interesting.
Keeping his eyes trained on Kissan’s face, Iahotep let a long silence grow between them. Would Kissan cow under the intense gaze of his pharaoh? Or would he remain strong? Was it a boy or a man that stood in front of him? Iahotep was interested in finding the answer. A man was more useful than a boy for what he had in mind, though either would serve his purposes well. Clasping his hands behind him, Iahotep began to pace slowly and methodically, to and fro in a line, his steps never faltering.
“Tell me, my boy, with all honesty before the Gods,” he paused in his pacing for a moment, “What say your family to the war?” He held Kissan’s gaze before he continued pacing. The question was a simple one, for the outside at least, but there was a reason he asked this of the boy rather than his uncle. An uncle, who knew of Iahotep’s ire, would say nothing but what he thought the King of Kings wanted to hear. The boy, however, young and inexperienced, would surely allow his true opinion to be heard, though if it were out of fear of being caught in a lie or something else, Iahotep did not know, nor did he care. He would get the answer he sought out of the boy, regardless of what it took.
Iahotep began scrutinizing Kissan’s every move the moment the boy came into his sights. The boy was dressed properly and showing a great amount of respect. The intensity in his eyes did not soften, though he was pleased with what he saw. Iahotep returned no gesture accepting Kissan’s form of greeting. Instead, he made a sound similar to a grunt that might have indicated his approval. There was no time for pleasantries. Plans needed to be put in place with war on the horizon, and he was not keen on the idea of waiting to spare the feelings of a boy.
“That is good to hear,” he said, though his tone indicated a form of disbelief. How well could they truly be doing? If the evening hosted by Hei Hakkadid was anything to go by, they could be faring better than they were. Did Kissian believe he was unaware of the status of Hei Haikaddad? Interesting.
Keeping his eyes trained on Kissan’s face, Iahotep let a long silence grow between them. Would Kissan cow under the intense gaze of his pharaoh? Or would he remain strong? Was it a boy or a man that stood in front of him? Iahotep was interested in finding the answer. A man was more useful than a boy for what he had in mind, though either would serve his purposes well. Clasping his hands behind him, Iahotep began to pace slowly and methodically, to and fro in a line, his steps never faltering.
“Tell me, my boy, with all honesty before the Gods,” he paused in his pacing for a moment, “What say your family to the war?” He held Kissan’s gaze before he continued pacing. The question was a simple one, for the outside at least, but there was a reason he asked this of the boy rather than his uncle. An uncle, who knew of Iahotep’s ire, would say nothing but what he thought the King of Kings wanted to hear. The boy, however, young and inexperienced, would surely allow his true opinion to be heard, though if it were out of fear of being caught in a lie or something else, Iahotep did not know, nor did he care. He would get the answer he sought out of the boy, regardless of what it took.
Kissan internally flinched at the Pharaoh's tone regarding the Hei. Of course the Pharaoh would be curious at such an answer. He had to be far more careful. Idle flattery would do nothing than dig him an early grave. Still he felt far from fully prepared to be interacting with one quite so powerful.
Despite his internal monologue, Kissan was able to keep a calm and attentive expression on his face not unlike that of a pharaoh hound, respectful but waiting hopefully for the next command. Carefully not making eye contact, but not flinching from the Pharaoh's gaze, the boy attempted to project confidence beyond or perhaps befitting his age.
As the Pharaoh's gaze moved on and the man before him began pacing, Kissan felt his muscles relax ever so slightly. Yet as the God before him in human form paused momentarily and spoke the question on his mind, Kissan felt the previous relaxation flee from his body and he felt as if he was momentarily caught in a viper's gaze. He did not flinch from it, but felt its grip tightening around him none the less.
"They celebrate with the Kingdom." he confidently, falling back on the reactions he had seen portrayed that night of the announcement and choosing to gloss over the more private whispers he had heard. He felt the Pharoah's gaze drilling into him once more and felt he should elaborate, as carefully as possible. "My Uncle is concerned with insuring our Hei will not falter into a more delicate condition should he be required elsewhere" he continued in a respectful tone. "I would be happy to go in his place" Kissan noted, his eyes accidentally moving to the Pharaoh before quickly refocusing on a neutral object ahead of him. "He thinks me too young" he admitted quietly, realizing too late that he had said that last part out loud.
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Kissan internally flinched at the Pharaoh's tone regarding the Hei. Of course the Pharaoh would be curious at such an answer. He had to be far more careful. Idle flattery would do nothing than dig him an early grave. Still he felt far from fully prepared to be interacting with one quite so powerful.
Despite his internal monologue, Kissan was able to keep a calm and attentive expression on his face not unlike that of a pharaoh hound, respectful but waiting hopefully for the next command. Carefully not making eye contact, but not flinching from the Pharaoh's gaze, the boy attempted to project confidence beyond or perhaps befitting his age.
As the Pharaoh's gaze moved on and the man before him began pacing, Kissan felt his muscles relax ever so slightly. Yet as the God before him in human form paused momentarily and spoke the question on his mind, Kissan felt the previous relaxation flee from his body and he felt as if he was momentarily caught in a viper's gaze. He did not flinch from it, but felt its grip tightening around him none the less.
"They celebrate with the Kingdom." he confidently, falling back on the reactions he had seen portrayed that night of the announcement and choosing to gloss over the more private whispers he had heard. He felt the Pharoah's gaze drilling into him once more and felt he should elaborate, as carefully as possible. "My Uncle is concerned with insuring our Hei will not falter into a more delicate condition should he be required elsewhere" he continued in a respectful tone. "I would be happy to go in his place" Kissan noted, his eyes accidentally moving to the Pharaoh before quickly refocusing on a neutral object ahead of him. "He thinks me too young" he admitted quietly, realizing too late that he had said that last part out loud.
Kissan internally flinched at the Pharaoh's tone regarding the Hei. Of course the Pharaoh would be curious at such an answer. He had to be far more careful. Idle flattery would do nothing than dig him an early grave. Still he felt far from fully prepared to be interacting with one quite so powerful.
Despite his internal monologue, Kissan was able to keep a calm and attentive expression on his face not unlike that of a pharaoh hound, respectful but waiting hopefully for the next command. Carefully not making eye contact, but not flinching from the Pharaoh's gaze, the boy attempted to project confidence beyond or perhaps befitting his age.
As the Pharaoh's gaze moved on and the man before him began pacing, Kissan felt his muscles relax ever so slightly. Yet as the God before him in human form paused momentarily and spoke the question on his mind, Kissan felt the previous relaxation flee from his body and he felt as if he was momentarily caught in a viper's gaze. He did not flinch from it, but felt its grip tightening around him none the less.
"They celebrate with the Kingdom." he confidently, falling back on the reactions he had seen portrayed that night of the announcement and choosing to gloss over the more private whispers he had heard. He felt the Pharoah's gaze drilling into him once more and felt he should elaborate, as carefully as possible. "My Uncle is concerned with insuring our Hei will not falter into a more delicate condition should he be required elsewhere" he continued in a respectful tone. "I would be happy to go in his place" Kissan noted, his eyes accidentally moving to the Pharaoh before quickly refocusing on a neutral object ahead of him. "He thinks me too young" he admitted quietly, realizing too late that he had said that last part out loud.
The answer he received nearly made Iahotep scoff. They celebrated with the Kingdom, puh. While it was entirely possible that this was a true statement, Iahotep was not under the illusion that everyone who sang praises to his war truly meant it. The confidence in Kissan’s voice was conflicting, at first. Was he speaking truth or simply trying to save his own skin? Perhaps he would have thought on it longer in his younger years. If he had learned anything in the life he led, it was that people were, invariably, liars. They would do want they needed to in order to get what they wanted, when they wanted it. This boy was no different.
The question was, what did he want?
“That is a fair concern to have,” he said, “family is of paramount importance.”
Iahotep’s watchful eye did not leave Kissan, in spite of the lack of eye contact. The boy was intelligent enough to avert his gaze and keep a respectful tone -- an indication to Iahotep that Kissan was in very least aware of the difference in power between them. Did that fact terrify the boy? To know that a small mistake might translate to a great offense and bring upon punishment was sure to be a weight on the mind, yet, Kissan showed no sign of obvious fear. Fascinating. So, the boy had some intelligence. There was no denying that he had a use for those with even half a brain.
It was Kissan’s next comment that stopped Iahotep where he stood. There was the opportunity he was looking for, the answer to his question. He very much intended to be away, leaving his wife to rule in his stead while he brought war to Taengea. There was more to his plans than just that, however, and a core component was ensuring that the Heis stayed in line even in his absence. “Too young?” Iahotep repeated slowly, deliberately. “Nonsense. If you are too young now, then when, pray tell, would he ever consider you ready?” he scoffed lightly. “That will not do at all. You are old enough to speak for yourself.”
“So tell me, my boy, do you believe yourself ready?”
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The answer he received nearly made Iahotep scoff. They celebrated with the Kingdom, puh. While it was entirely possible that this was a true statement, Iahotep was not under the illusion that everyone who sang praises to his war truly meant it. The confidence in Kissan’s voice was conflicting, at first. Was he speaking truth or simply trying to save his own skin? Perhaps he would have thought on it longer in his younger years. If he had learned anything in the life he led, it was that people were, invariably, liars. They would do want they needed to in order to get what they wanted, when they wanted it. This boy was no different.
The question was, what did he want?
“That is a fair concern to have,” he said, “family is of paramount importance.”
Iahotep’s watchful eye did not leave Kissan, in spite of the lack of eye contact. The boy was intelligent enough to avert his gaze and keep a respectful tone -- an indication to Iahotep that Kissan was in very least aware of the difference in power between them. Did that fact terrify the boy? To know that a small mistake might translate to a great offense and bring upon punishment was sure to be a weight on the mind, yet, Kissan showed no sign of obvious fear. Fascinating. So, the boy had some intelligence. There was no denying that he had a use for those with even half a brain.
It was Kissan’s next comment that stopped Iahotep where he stood. There was the opportunity he was looking for, the answer to his question. He very much intended to be away, leaving his wife to rule in his stead while he brought war to Taengea. There was more to his plans than just that, however, and a core component was ensuring that the Heis stayed in line even in his absence. “Too young?” Iahotep repeated slowly, deliberately. “Nonsense. If you are too young now, then when, pray tell, would he ever consider you ready?” he scoffed lightly. “That will not do at all. You are old enough to speak for yourself.”
“So tell me, my boy, do you believe yourself ready?”
The answer he received nearly made Iahotep scoff. They celebrated with the Kingdom, puh. While it was entirely possible that this was a true statement, Iahotep was not under the illusion that everyone who sang praises to his war truly meant it. The confidence in Kissan’s voice was conflicting, at first. Was he speaking truth or simply trying to save his own skin? Perhaps he would have thought on it longer in his younger years. If he had learned anything in the life he led, it was that people were, invariably, liars. They would do want they needed to in order to get what they wanted, when they wanted it. This boy was no different.
The question was, what did he want?
“That is a fair concern to have,” he said, “family is of paramount importance.”
Iahotep’s watchful eye did not leave Kissan, in spite of the lack of eye contact. The boy was intelligent enough to avert his gaze and keep a respectful tone -- an indication to Iahotep that Kissan was in very least aware of the difference in power between them. Did that fact terrify the boy? To know that a small mistake might translate to a great offense and bring upon punishment was sure to be a weight on the mind, yet, Kissan showed no sign of obvious fear. Fascinating. So, the boy had some intelligence. There was no denying that he had a use for those with even half a brain.
It was Kissan’s next comment that stopped Iahotep where he stood. There was the opportunity he was looking for, the answer to his question. He very much intended to be away, leaving his wife to rule in his stead while he brought war to Taengea. There was more to his plans than just that, however, and a core component was ensuring that the Heis stayed in line even in his absence. “Too young?” Iahotep repeated slowly, deliberately. “Nonsense. If you are too young now, then when, pray tell, would he ever consider you ready?” he scoffed lightly. “That will not do at all. You are old enough to speak for yourself.”
“So tell me, my boy, do you believe yourself ready?”
Kissan realized a moment too late that he'd let slip a desire that was not to be aired in front of one so powerful. Like a cobra that saw its opening the Pharaoh struck and Kissan felt the sly fanning of his ego.
"I do not know sir" Kissan answered honestly but trying hard to not let his voice betray any emotion one way or the other on the topic of when Narmer would consider him a man.
He watched the Pharoah scoff and seem to consider this out of the corner of his vision, still staying careful to not make eye contact. When the Pharaoh swung around and asked him directly if he thought himself ready, Kissan froze for a most minimal of moments. Either path presented great danger. If he said no, he would prove himself a coward and would live a cowards life cowering in the shadows. This was not a decision that would be able to be amended. And if he said yes... who knew what dangers, nor what adventures might lay in wait for him.
Kissan took a shallow but long breath and drew himself up a little taller with a small movement of his head as he gathered himself for his answer to the Most High.
"Yes sir." he said with confidence in his voice, his eyes briefly flickered to the Pharaoh's. "I do." They darted away again quickly, perhaps too quick for the Pharaoh to even notice they had met, but had he been able to catch the fleeting gaze he would have seen confidence and strength. Perhaps too much confidence. But then Kissan was young. Confidence often was a fleeting lover to those who were young.
Kissan wondered briefly if his response had been too bold. Would the Pharaoh take offense? Only the next few moments would tell.
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Kissan realized a moment too late that he'd let slip a desire that was not to be aired in front of one so powerful. Like a cobra that saw its opening the Pharaoh struck and Kissan felt the sly fanning of his ego.
"I do not know sir" Kissan answered honestly but trying hard to not let his voice betray any emotion one way or the other on the topic of when Narmer would consider him a man.
He watched the Pharoah scoff and seem to consider this out of the corner of his vision, still staying careful to not make eye contact. When the Pharaoh swung around and asked him directly if he thought himself ready, Kissan froze for a most minimal of moments. Either path presented great danger. If he said no, he would prove himself a coward and would live a cowards life cowering in the shadows. This was not a decision that would be able to be amended. And if he said yes... who knew what dangers, nor what adventures might lay in wait for him.
Kissan took a shallow but long breath and drew himself up a little taller with a small movement of his head as he gathered himself for his answer to the Most High.
"Yes sir." he said with confidence in his voice, his eyes briefly flickered to the Pharaoh's. "I do." They darted away again quickly, perhaps too quick for the Pharaoh to even notice they had met, but had he been able to catch the fleeting gaze he would have seen confidence and strength. Perhaps too much confidence. But then Kissan was young. Confidence often was a fleeting lover to those who were young.
Kissan wondered briefly if his response had been too bold. Would the Pharaoh take offense? Only the next few moments would tell.
Kissan realized a moment too late that he'd let slip a desire that was not to be aired in front of one so powerful. Like a cobra that saw its opening the Pharaoh struck and Kissan felt the sly fanning of his ego.
"I do not know sir" Kissan answered honestly but trying hard to not let his voice betray any emotion one way or the other on the topic of when Narmer would consider him a man.
He watched the Pharoah scoff and seem to consider this out of the corner of his vision, still staying careful to not make eye contact. When the Pharaoh swung around and asked him directly if he thought himself ready, Kissan froze for a most minimal of moments. Either path presented great danger. If he said no, he would prove himself a coward and would live a cowards life cowering in the shadows. This was not a decision that would be able to be amended. And if he said yes... who knew what dangers, nor what adventures might lay in wait for him.
Kissan took a shallow but long breath and drew himself up a little taller with a small movement of his head as he gathered himself for his answer to the Most High.
"Yes sir." he said with confidence in his voice, his eyes briefly flickered to the Pharaoh's. "I do." They darted away again quickly, perhaps too quick for the Pharaoh to even notice they had met, but had he been able to catch the fleeting gaze he would have seen confidence and strength. Perhaps too much confidence. But then Kissan was young. Confidence often was a fleeting lover to those who were young.
Kissan wondered briefly if his response had been too bold. Would the Pharaoh take offense? Only the next few moments would tell.
That answer made Iahotep chuckle. He didn’t know? Truthfully, Kissan could have responded in any number of ways, and Iahotep would still be amused. The boy clearly did not understand the door he just opened, but this suited the Pharaoh just fine. It would allow his plans to move forward smoothly. “Ah,” he said, “do not fret, you will have a chance to prove yourself ready.”
“To me.”
Iahotep lifted his chin slightly to observe the Haikaddad boy carefully. Noting the brief eye contact, the Pharaoh smiled internally. Ah, there was that youthful hope he knew was hidden there. It told him that the boy would welcome the next proposal without feeling obligated to do so. After all, his kind Pharaoh was offering him a way from the coddling of his uncle. It was time for Kissan to be a man. So, he thought himself ready? Very well. “If you truly believe yourself ready, then I will make you an offer,” Iahotep said, turning away from the boy again.
“You may accompany me to war under my tutelage and prove to yourself, your uncle, and your Pharaoh that you are a man,” he paused, “or, you may be dismissed now and return to the coddling befitting of a mother and her babe.” His phrasing and been every bit as deliberate as it was sly. Already, he knew exactly what the Haikaddad boy would say. Still, there was a satisfaction in hearing it from the boy’s mouth himself.
Yes, he knew that he would not be refused even if war had not been the boy’s goal. He also knew, however, that the invitation he was giving to the Haikaddad heir was not one given lightly -- few would ever receive it directly from him. And he was more than comfortable that using this power to toy with the boy’s ambitions for his own means and keep an eye and tight leash on Hei Haikaddad
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That answer made Iahotep chuckle. He didn’t know? Truthfully, Kissan could have responded in any number of ways, and Iahotep would still be amused. The boy clearly did not understand the door he just opened, but this suited the Pharaoh just fine. It would allow his plans to move forward smoothly. “Ah,” he said, “do not fret, you will have a chance to prove yourself ready.”
“To me.”
Iahotep lifted his chin slightly to observe the Haikaddad boy carefully. Noting the brief eye contact, the Pharaoh smiled internally. Ah, there was that youthful hope he knew was hidden there. It told him that the boy would welcome the next proposal without feeling obligated to do so. After all, his kind Pharaoh was offering him a way from the coddling of his uncle. It was time for Kissan to be a man. So, he thought himself ready? Very well. “If you truly believe yourself ready, then I will make you an offer,” Iahotep said, turning away from the boy again.
“You may accompany me to war under my tutelage and prove to yourself, your uncle, and your Pharaoh that you are a man,” he paused, “or, you may be dismissed now and return to the coddling befitting of a mother and her babe.” His phrasing and been every bit as deliberate as it was sly. Already, he knew exactly what the Haikaddad boy would say. Still, there was a satisfaction in hearing it from the boy’s mouth himself.
Yes, he knew that he would not be refused even if war had not been the boy’s goal. He also knew, however, that the invitation he was giving to the Haikaddad heir was not one given lightly -- few would ever receive it directly from him. And he was more than comfortable that using this power to toy with the boy’s ambitions for his own means and keep an eye and tight leash on Hei Haikaddad
That answer made Iahotep chuckle. He didn’t know? Truthfully, Kissan could have responded in any number of ways, and Iahotep would still be amused. The boy clearly did not understand the door he just opened, but this suited the Pharaoh just fine. It would allow his plans to move forward smoothly. “Ah,” he said, “do not fret, you will have a chance to prove yourself ready.”
“To me.”
Iahotep lifted his chin slightly to observe the Haikaddad boy carefully. Noting the brief eye contact, the Pharaoh smiled internally. Ah, there was that youthful hope he knew was hidden there. It told him that the boy would welcome the next proposal without feeling obligated to do so. After all, his kind Pharaoh was offering him a way from the coddling of his uncle. It was time for Kissan to be a man. So, he thought himself ready? Very well. “If you truly believe yourself ready, then I will make you an offer,” Iahotep said, turning away from the boy again.
“You may accompany me to war under my tutelage and prove to yourself, your uncle, and your Pharaoh that you are a man,” he paused, “or, you may be dismissed now and return to the coddling befitting of a mother and her babe.” His phrasing and been every bit as deliberate as it was sly. Already, he knew exactly what the Haikaddad boy would say. Still, there was a satisfaction in hearing it from the boy’s mouth himself.
Yes, he knew that he would not be refused even if war had not been the boy’s goal. He also knew, however, that the invitation he was giving to the Haikaddad heir was not one given lightly -- few would ever receive it directly from him. And he was more than comfortable that using this power to toy with the boy’s ambitions for his own means and keep an eye and tight leash on Hei Haikaddad
He'd made a grave mistake. He'd been too honest once more and he felt himself slipping into the serpent's grasp. When would he learn? Still, who knows what troubles not being honest would have brought him.
Kissan swallowed ever so slightly as the Pharaoh noted that he'd be able to prove himself to the Pharaoh. As the man's offer spilled forth, Kissan sensed a danger about it but also felt his excitement rise. Accompanying the Pharaoh! It wasn't war directly but Pharaoh's often visited, perhaps he'd get more of a glimpse than his uncle had planned anyway.
"I would be honored my Pharaoh!" Kissan said with a healthy mix of respect and enthusiasm. "When should I report back?" Kissan asked carefully. "It is just...I would like to inform my uncle if it would be acceptable"
He hoped he had not come across too strong. He was at the Pharaoh's wishes of course. He hoped he'd have time to collect his things from home and inform his family, perhaps gloat to his sisters. Would he be asked to live in the palace? Or simply meet the Pharaoh when needed? How would this all work? He had so many questions but was careful to keep them from spilling out and displeasing the man before him.
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He'd made a grave mistake. He'd been too honest once more and he felt himself slipping into the serpent's grasp. When would he learn? Still, who knows what troubles not being honest would have brought him.
Kissan swallowed ever so slightly as the Pharaoh noted that he'd be able to prove himself to the Pharaoh. As the man's offer spilled forth, Kissan sensed a danger about it but also felt his excitement rise. Accompanying the Pharaoh! It wasn't war directly but Pharaoh's often visited, perhaps he'd get more of a glimpse than his uncle had planned anyway.
"I would be honored my Pharaoh!" Kissan said with a healthy mix of respect and enthusiasm. "When should I report back?" Kissan asked carefully. "It is just...I would like to inform my uncle if it would be acceptable"
He hoped he had not come across too strong. He was at the Pharaoh's wishes of course. He hoped he'd have time to collect his things from home and inform his family, perhaps gloat to his sisters. Would he be asked to live in the palace? Or simply meet the Pharaoh when needed? How would this all work? He had so many questions but was careful to keep them from spilling out and displeasing the man before him.
He'd made a grave mistake. He'd been too honest once more and he felt himself slipping into the serpent's grasp. When would he learn? Still, who knows what troubles not being honest would have brought him.
Kissan swallowed ever so slightly as the Pharaoh noted that he'd be able to prove himself to the Pharaoh. As the man's offer spilled forth, Kissan sensed a danger about it but also felt his excitement rise. Accompanying the Pharaoh! It wasn't war directly but Pharaoh's often visited, perhaps he'd get more of a glimpse than his uncle had planned anyway.
"I would be honored my Pharaoh!" Kissan said with a healthy mix of respect and enthusiasm. "When should I report back?" Kissan asked carefully. "It is just...I would like to inform my uncle if it would be acceptable"
He hoped he had not come across too strong. He was at the Pharaoh's wishes of course. He hoped he'd have time to collect his things from home and inform his family, perhaps gloat to his sisters. Would he be asked to live in the palace? Or simply meet the Pharaoh when needed? How would this all work? He had so many questions but was careful to keep them from spilling out and displeasing the man before him.
As expected, Iahotep was not refused. He had not even considered refusal a possibility and Kissan had given him no reason to. To refuse the Pharaoh in any capacity would be a dangerous venture, so, at least the boy was smart enough not to put himself in obvious danger. To the boy’s enthusiasm, Iahotep’s expression remained the same -- neither approving or disapproving. The respectful tone was not missed either and was something Iahotep would ensure was properly rewarded at a later date. Like all of his subjects, the boy would need to be trained in the way of pleasing the King of Kings, though, if he was lucky, that training would involve less pain that it did for his female counterparts.
Kissan’s eagerness to inform his uncle was not something Iahotep particularly cared about, but it was not something he would prohibit either. Let it be known Kissan H’Haikaddad was in the clutches of the Pharaoh now. The sooner word got out, the better. What the boy’s family would make of the news was irrelevant. In any event, the eagerness in Kissan was something Iahotep saw in himself. He too had wanted to be involved with the military, though he was no noble nephew with an overbearing uncle.
Iahotep inclined his head in a brief nod. “You are free to inform your family and collect your things. I require you return to the palace within three days time, however. The way you spend that time is at your discretion, though it will no longer be so when you return here. Take care that you collect what you value most, for there will be little time for day trips once you formally begin.”
Pausing, the King of Kings observed the boy. “You must have questions,” he said, “You are permitted to ask them now.”
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As expected, Iahotep was not refused. He had not even considered refusal a possibility and Kissan had given him no reason to. To refuse the Pharaoh in any capacity would be a dangerous venture, so, at least the boy was smart enough not to put himself in obvious danger. To the boy’s enthusiasm, Iahotep’s expression remained the same -- neither approving or disapproving. The respectful tone was not missed either and was something Iahotep would ensure was properly rewarded at a later date. Like all of his subjects, the boy would need to be trained in the way of pleasing the King of Kings, though, if he was lucky, that training would involve less pain that it did for his female counterparts.
Kissan’s eagerness to inform his uncle was not something Iahotep particularly cared about, but it was not something he would prohibit either. Let it be known Kissan H’Haikaddad was in the clutches of the Pharaoh now. The sooner word got out, the better. What the boy’s family would make of the news was irrelevant. In any event, the eagerness in Kissan was something Iahotep saw in himself. He too had wanted to be involved with the military, though he was no noble nephew with an overbearing uncle.
Iahotep inclined his head in a brief nod. “You are free to inform your family and collect your things. I require you return to the palace within three days time, however. The way you spend that time is at your discretion, though it will no longer be so when you return here. Take care that you collect what you value most, for there will be little time for day trips once you formally begin.”
Pausing, the King of Kings observed the boy. “You must have questions,” he said, “You are permitted to ask them now.”
As expected, Iahotep was not refused. He had not even considered refusal a possibility and Kissan had given him no reason to. To refuse the Pharaoh in any capacity would be a dangerous venture, so, at least the boy was smart enough not to put himself in obvious danger. To the boy’s enthusiasm, Iahotep’s expression remained the same -- neither approving or disapproving. The respectful tone was not missed either and was something Iahotep would ensure was properly rewarded at a later date. Like all of his subjects, the boy would need to be trained in the way of pleasing the King of Kings, though, if he was lucky, that training would involve less pain that it did for his female counterparts.
Kissan’s eagerness to inform his uncle was not something Iahotep particularly cared about, but it was not something he would prohibit either. Let it be known Kissan H’Haikaddad was in the clutches of the Pharaoh now. The sooner word got out, the better. What the boy’s family would make of the news was irrelevant. In any event, the eagerness in Kissan was something Iahotep saw in himself. He too had wanted to be involved with the military, though he was no noble nephew with an overbearing uncle.
Iahotep inclined his head in a brief nod. “You are free to inform your family and collect your things. I require you return to the palace within three days time, however. The way you spend that time is at your discretion, though it will no longer be so when you return here. Take care that you collect what you value most, for there will be little time for day trips once you formally begin.”
Pausing, the King of Kings observed the boy. “You must have questions,” he said, “You are permitted to ask them now.”
The young man nodded with the Pharaohs instructions. "Yes my Pharaoh" he said resolutely as the man before him reminded Kissan that his time would be far less lax upon his return.
When the Pharaoh asked if he had any questions, Kissan froze for a moment. In truth he had both a hundred questions and none at all, all swirling around his head.
Where would he stay? Could his cheetah come with him? Would he ever get to speak to his family again? What would his duties include? Would he get to talk with, in a more official capacity than merely as Narmer's nephew, the great generals? Would this be a path to greatness in-itself?
"If it pleases my Pharaoh to answer, may I inquire where I will be staying?" Kissan asked carefully.
He waited then for answer, however the Pharaoh pleased to respond.
When that had been resolved, he carefully continued "And if it pleases my Pharaoh to reveal, may I know what duties I will be attending to?"
Kissan again waited quietly for the Pharaoh's answer to his second question. Regardless of whether there was an answer or not, or if he liked the answer or not, his fate was already sealed so he merely did his best to prepare himself for his new future.
They talked only for as long as necessary and once all of the questions Kissan felt he dared asked had been answered and he'd been sent on his way, Kissan felt an odd mix of excitement and dread as he emerged from the palace's shadow. He was going to war! He would see and learn so much and yet enjoy the relative safety of the Pharaoh's protection. Was it truly a blessing? Who knew. The biggest question now was how to tell his uncle.
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The young man nodded with the Pharaohs instructions. "Yes my Pharaoh" he said resolutely as the man before him reminded Kissan that his time would be far less lax upon his return.
When the Pharaoh asked if he had any questions, Kissan froze for a moment. In truth he had both a hundred questions and none at all, all swirling around his head.
Where would he stay? Could his cheetah come with him? Would he ever get to speak to his family again? What would his duties include? Would he get to talk with, in a more official capacity than merely as Narmer's nephew, the great generals? Would this be a path to greatness in-itself?
"If it pleases my Pharaoh to answer, may I inquire where I will be staying?" Kissan asked carefully.
He waited then for answer, however the Pharaoh pleased to respond.
When that had been resolved, he carefully continued "And if it pleases my Pharaoh to reveal, may I know what duties I will be attending to?"
Kissan again waited quietly for the Pharaoh's answer to his second question. Regardless of whether there was an answer or not, or if he liked the answer or not, his fate was already sealed so he merely did his best to prepare himself for his new future.
They talked only for as long as necessary and once all of the questions Kissan felt he dared asked had been answered and he'd been sent on his way, Kissan felt an odd mix of excitement and dread as he emerged from the palace's shadow. He was going to war! He would see and learn so much and yet enjoy the relative safety of the Pharaoh's protection. Was it truly a blessing? Who knew. The biggest question now was how to tell his uncle.
The young man nodded with the Pharaohs instructions. "Yes my Pharaoh" he said resolutely as the man before him reminded Kissan that his time would be far less lax upon his return.
When the Pharaoh asked if he had any questions, Kissan froze for a moment. In truth he had both a hundred questions and none at all, all swirling around his head.
Where would he stay? Could his cheetah come with him? Would he ever get to speak to his family again? What would his duties include? Would he get to talk with, in a more official capacity than merely as Narmer's nephew, the great generals? Would this be a path to greatness in-itself?
"If it pleases my Pharaoh to answer, may I inquire where I will be staying?" Kissan asked carefully.
He waited then for answer, however the Pharaoh pleased to respond.
When that had been resolved, he carefully continued "And if it pleases my Pharaoh to reveal, may I know what duties I will be attending to?"
Kissan again waited quietly for the Pharaoh's answer to his second question. Regardless of whether there was an answer or not, or if he liked the answer or not, his fate was already sealed so he merely did his best to prepare himself for his new future.
They talked only for as long as necessary and once all of the questions Kissan felt he dared asked had been answered and he'd been sent on his way, Kissan felt an odd mix of excitement and dread as he emerged from the palace's shadow. He was going to war! He would see and learn so much and yet enjoy the relative safety of the Pharaoh's protection. Was it truly a blessing? Who knew. The biggest question now was how to tell his uncle.