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Time was a fickle thing, both seeming to move agonizingly slow yet rushing through all at once. It seemed like only a few months ago that Queen Dowager Isethperu brought his vision of a Grand Library to be built in Alexandria, placing Egypt among the other realms of the world as having a cultural center of learning on the map. Zoser was both stunned and overjoyed at the passing of the proposal.
Progress, it seemed, had been made despite Egypt's bloodthirsty and war-mongering nature, especially after his written petitions garnered the promise of wealth and increased trade - more gold in the hands of Egyptian lords who invested and served as patrons to the venture.
Now, it was time to prove that the gold that had passed out of their hands and into his was going to good use.
Construction began just shy of five years prior, with towering columns and near countless shelves and chambers built into the glistening, looming facade. The structure towered over nearly every other building in Alexandria, the gleaming white of the yet-unpainted stonework shining in the morning sun.
Adorned in his best, with regalia indicative of his role as an advisor, scholar, and scribe, he found himself fidgeting and constantly readjusting the bands around his wrists. The metal cuffs pinched at the protruding bones of his wrists and would likely bruise, but in the end, it would be worth it.
Everything had been set and ready, prepared for weeks prior to the cavalcade's arrival. The gold appointments on the litter cast sparks of light across the buildings, where commoners and merchants alike stopped their work to watch the royal entourage approach the grand promenade staircase leading to the impressive yet unfinished structure.
Taking in a deep breath, Zoser outfitted his expression with one of confidence and reverence, keeping his smile from gleaming too broadly. Yes, he was outrageously proud of the progress that had been made - despite knowing the years that lay ahead of them before it could be put to use. Before, of course, it could produce gold instead of simply spending.
Another layer of his smile was due to the fact that, even though the entourage included several members of the Council, Queen Hatshepsut had made the journey in her mother's stead to see the Library in progress as well.
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Time was a fickle thing, both seeming to move agonizingly slow yet rushing through all at once. It seemed like only a few months ago that Queen Dowager Isethperu brought his vision of a Grand Library to be built in Alexandria, placing Egypt among the other realms of the world as having a cultural center of learning on the map. Zoser was both stunned and overjoyed at the passing of the proposal.
Progress, it seemed, had been made despite Egypt's bloodthirsty and war-mongering nature, especially after his written petitions garnered the promise of wealth and increased trade - more gold in the hands of Egyptian lords who invested and served as patrons to the venture.
Now, it was time to prove that the gold that had passed out of their hands and into his was going to good use.
Construction began just shy of five years prior, with towering columns and near countless shelves and chambers built into the glistening, looming facade. The structure towered over nearly every other building in Alexandria, the gleaming white of the yet-unpainted stonework shining in the morning sun.
Adorned in his best, with regalia indicative of his role as an advisor, scholar, and scribe, he found himself fidgeting and constantly readjusting the bands around his wrists. The metal cuffs pinched at the protruding bones of his wrists and would likely bruise, but in the end, it would be worth it.
Everything had been set and ready, prepared for weeks prior to the cavalcade's arrival. The gold appointments on the litter cast sparks of light across the buildings, where commoners and merchants alike stopped their work to watch the royal entourage approach the grand promenade staircase leading to the impressive yet unfinished structure.
Taking in a deep breath, Zoser outfitted his expression with one of confidence and reverence, keeping his smile from gleaming too broadly. Yes, he was outrageously proud of the progress that had been made - despite knowing the years that lay ahead of them before it could be put to use. Before, of course, it could produce gold instead of simply spending.
Another layer of his smile was due to the fact that, even though the entourage included several members of the Council, Queen Hatshepsut had made the journey in her mother's stead to see the Library in progress as well.
Time was a fickle thing, both seeming to move agonizingly slow yet rushing through all at once. It seemed like only a few months ago that Queen Dowager Isethperu brought his vision of a Grand Library to be built in Alexandria, placing Egypt among the other realms of the world as having a cultural center of learning on the map. Zoser was both stunned and overjoyed at the passing of the proposal.
Progress, it seemed, had been made despite Egypt's bloodthirsty and war-mongering nature, especially after his written petitions garnered the promise of wealth and increased trade - more gold in the hands of Egyptian lords who invested and served as patrons to the venture.
Now, it was time to prove that the gold that had passed out of their hands and into his was going to good use.
Construction began just shy of five years prior, with towering columns and near countless shelves and chambers built into the glistening, looming facade. The structure towered over nearly every other building in Alexandria, the gleaming white of the yet-unpainted stonework shining in the morning sun.
Adorned in his best, with regalia indicative of his role as an advisor, scholar, and scribe, he found himself fidgeting and constantly readjusting the bands around his wrists. The metal cuffs pinched at the protruding bones of his wrists and would likely bruise, but in the end, it would be worth it.
Everything had been set and ready, prepared for weeks prior to the cavalcade's arrival. The gold appointments on the litter cast sparks of light across the buildings, where commoners and merchants alike stopped their work to watch the royal entourage approach the grand promenade staircase leading to the impressive yet unfinished structure.
Taking in a deep breath, Zoser outfitted his expression with one of confidence and reverence, keeping his smile from gleaming too broadly. Yes, he was outrageously proud of the progress that had been made - despite knowing the years that lay ahead of them before it could be put to use. Before, of course, it could produce gold instead of simply spending.
Another layer of his smile was due to the fact that, even though the entourage included several members of the Council, Queen Hatshepsut had made the journey in her mother's stead to see the Library in progress as well.
Hatshepsut had been excited about the library ever since Zoser had told her about it. Then, it had just been a dream; now it was reality. She could hardly wait to see how it was progressing. Her mother had intended to go with the rest of the Council, but she had felt ill and asked her daughter to take her place. Though concerned for her mother, the young Queen had been overjoyed.
As it was an official visit, she had to look like the Queen she was. Her servants had dressed her in a white kalisaris that hugged her slender figure. A sheer golden garment was worn over it, cinched at her waist with a belt fashioned of gold and jewels. The metal of the matching collar and headbands felt cool against her skin. The crown on her head was heavy and her heavily braided wig made her scalp itch. She would have felt much better in a plain kalisaris and with her hair left loose.
Images, though, had to be maintained. The Council members carried in litters behind her own were also dressed formally. Hatshepsut had no idea what this tour would include. Perhaps she could convince Zosie to let her come back on another day and explore to her heart’s content. He could show her where everything would be once it was finished. She liked the way he painted pictures with words that allowed her to see images in her mind. In truth, there was nothing she didn’t like about him.
She saw the building long before they got there. It towered over the other buildings close to it and sunlight gleamed upon its white surface, casting a halo around it. Is Ra showing his approval? she wondered. Hopefully, the library would be absolutely magnificent when finished and would be remembered throughout history as a triumph of her reign. Hers and Osorsen’s. Hew heart leapt with joy whenever she thought of him. They had only recently declared their love for each other. Soon, she was certain, they would be wed and he would be Pharaoh.
He, too, would adore the library and spare no expense to see it completed.
Thoughts of Osorsen shimmered through her mind until the litter stopped and the bearers lowered it so she could step out. One of the Council members took her hand and helped her down. The others joined her, walking slightly behind her in deference to her royal status. Though it was late in the year, several of the portly ones were sweating profusely.
The herald announced her presence as soon as her golden sandals touched the ground. Zoser looked so proud and confident that she wanted to run into his arms and congratulate him for what he had already accomplished. Yet protocol required that he greet her and the Council first. Her bright smile would tell him how delighted she was with what she had seen so far.
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Hatshepsut had been excited about the library ever since Zoser had told her about it. Then, it had just been a dream; now it was reality. She could hardly wait to see how it was progressing. Her mother had intended to go with the rest of the Council, but she had felt ill and asked her daughter to take her place. Though concerned for her mother, the young Queen had been overjoyed.
As it was an official visit, she had to look like the Queen she was. Her servants had dressed her in a white kalisaris that hugged her slender figure. A sheer golden garment was worn over it, cinched at her waist with a belt fashioned of gold and jewels. The metal of the matching collar and headbands felt cool against her skin. The crown on her head was heavy and her heavily braided wig made her scalp itch. She would have felt much better in a plain kalisaris and with her hair left loose.
Images, though, had to be maintained. The Council members carried in litters behind her own were also dressed formally. Hatshepsut had no idea what this tour would include. Perhaps she could convince Zosie to let her come back on another day and explore to her heart’s content. He could show her where everything would be once it was finished. She liked the way he painted pictures with words that allowed her to see images in her mind. In truth, there was nothing she didn’t like about him.
She saw the building long before they got there. It towered over the other buildings close to it and sunlight gleamed upon its white surface, casting a halo around it. Is Ra showing his approval? she wondered. Hopefully, the library would be absolutely magnificent when finished and would be remembered throughout history as a triumph of her reign. Hers and Osorsen’s. Hew heart leapt with joy whenever she thought of him. They had only recently declared their love for each other. Soon, she was certain, they would be wed and he would be Pharaoh.
He, too, would adore the library and spare no expense to see it completed.
Thoughts of Osorsen shimmered through her mind until the litter stopped and the bearers lowered it so she could step out. One of the Council members took her hand and helped her down. The others joined her, walking slightly behind her in deference to her royal status. Though it was late in the year, several of the portly ones were sweating profusely.
The herald announced her presence as soon as her golden sandals touched the ground. Zoser looked so proud and confident that she wanted to run into his arms and congratulate him for what he had already accomplished. Yet protocol required that he greet her and the Council first. Her bright smile would tell him how delighted she was with what she had seen so far.
Hatshepsut had been excited about the library ever since Zoser had told her about it. Then, it had just been a dream; now it was reality. She could hardly wait to see how it was progressing. Her mother had intended to go with the rest of the Council, but she had felt ill and asked her daughter to take her place. Though concerned for her mother, the young Queen had been overjoyed.
As it was an official visit, she had to look like the Queen she was. Her servants had dressed her in a white kalisaris that hugged her slender figure. A sheer golden garment was worn over it, cinched at her waist with a belt fashioned of gold and jewels. The metal of the matching collar and headbands felt cool against her skin. The crown on her head was heavy and her heavily braided wig made her scalp itch. She would have felt much better in a plain kalisaris and with her hair left loose.
Images, though, had to be maintained. The Council members carried in litters behind her own were also dressed formally. Hatshepsut had no idea what this tour would include. Perhaps she could convince Zosie to let her come back on another day and explore to her heart’s content. He could show her where everything would be once it was finished. She liked the way he painted pictures with words that allowed her to see images in her mind. In truth, there was nothing she didn’t like about him.
She saw the building long before they got there. It towered over the other buildings close to it and sunlight gleamed upon its white surface, casting a halo around it. Is Ra showing his approval? she wondered. Hopefully, the library would be absolutely magnificent when finished and would be remembered throughout history as a triumph of her reign. Hers and Osorsen’s. Hew heart leapt with joy whenever she thought of him. They had only recently declared their love for each other. Soon, she was certain, they would be wed and he would be Pharaoh.
He, too, would adore the library and spare no expense to see it completed.
Thoughts of Osorsen shimmered through her mind until the litter stopped and the bearers lowered it so she could step out. One of the Council members took her hand and helped her down. The others joined her, walking slightly behind her in deference to her royal status. Though it was late in the year, several of the portly ones were sweating profusely.
The herald announced her presence as soon as her golden sandals touched the ground. Zoser looked so proud and confident that she wanted to run into his arms and congratulate him for what he had already accomplished. Yet protocol required that he greet her and the Council first. Her bright smile would tell him how delighted she was with what she had seen so far.
The idea of a library thrilled Sameera. She had jumped at the chance to see it, even if it was out in Alexandria. If she could just see it, then she would be pleased. The idea of a grand building, built only for knowledge, was a daydream to her.
She had worn her nicest kalisiris, though it paled in comparison to the Queen, as it should. Sameera envied the Queen's beauty, though this was never a thought she would speak aloud, both as it could possibly hurt the Queen's feelings and because she did not wish to seem insecure in front of too many others.
Sameera may have been young, but she knew already that her heart was in the written word, in learning what she could from whatever pages she could find. Travel was not an option she had often, and she relished the time she could spend with her late father's books, just as she relished the opportunity to come to Alexandria. It may not be far away, like Greece or even some of the Bedoan tribes, but it had some of the Grecian culture that Sameera had only read about. This would be going in her stories as soon as she returned home, perhaps sooner.
She had not been prepared for the sight before her. The Library may not have been finished, but she was already impressed by it. She couldn't help but wonder what could possibly make it better, unless the reason it was unfinished was because of the lack of knowledge inside of it. She wondered what the inside looked like. Would it compare to the outside? Could it possibly be grander? The gods must be smiling upon them, Sameera thought cheerfully. Thank Thoth for the building. She hadn't heard much about it before, but then again, she was still young, and besides that she was a woman and therefore inferior. It was a belief she held by herself, though it had been reinforced by some of the men and even some of the other women she had met.
Regardless of her own status, Sameera was here, and she stood behind the Queen, as a member of the Court. Though eager to see the rest of the Library, she was patient. She would do as tradition directed, and wait. She wished it had been her family that had the funds for such a library, but even though it may take years, she was curious to see how it would turn out.
She was unfamiliar with the type of work behind the construction of the Library, but the man's smile seemed welcoming enough that she felt no more out of place than she did at Court. She hoped she would not be asked what her opinions on things were nevertheless. She was regretting not studying more forms of construction. What if that was expected of her and she failed in her duties? Sameera hoped that all she would be asked to do was assist the Queen, maybe offer her inputs on what texts should be included.
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The idea of a library thrilled Sameera. She had jumped at the chance to see it, even if it was out in Alexandria. If she could just see it, then she would be pleased. The idea of a grand building, built only for knowledge, was a daydream to her.
She had worn her nicest kalisiris, though it paled in comparison to the Queen, as it should. Sameera envied the Queen's beauty, though this was never a thought she would speak aloud, both as it could possibly hurt the Queen's feelings and because she did not wish to seem insecure in front of too many others.
Sameera may have been young, but she knew already that her heart was in the written word, in learning what she could from whatever pages she could find. Travel was not an option she had often, and she relished the time she could spend with her late father's books, just as she relished the opportunity to come to Alexandria. It may not be far away, like Greece or even some of the Bedoan tribes, but it had some of the Grecian culture that Sameera had only read about. This would be going in her stories as soon as she returned home, perhaps sooner.
She had not been prepared for the sight before her. The Library may not have been finished, but she was already impressed by it. She couldn't help but wonder what could possibly make it better, unless the reason it was unfinished was because of the lack of knowledge inside of it. She wondered what the inside looked like. Would it compare to the outside? Could it possibly be grander? The gods must be smiling upon them, Sameera thought cheerfully. Thank Thoth for the building. She hadn't heard much about it before, but then again, she was still young, and besides that she was a woman and therefore inferior. It was a belief she held by herself, though it had been reinforced by some of the men and even some of the other women she had met.
Regardless of her own status, Sameera was here, and she stood behind the Queen, as a member of the Court. Though eager to see the rest of the Library, she was patient. She would do as tradition directed, and wait. She wished it had been her family that had the funds for such a library, but even though it may take years, she was curious to see how it would turn out.
She was unfamiliar with the type of work behind the construction of the Library, but the man's smile seemed welcoming enough that she felt no more out of place than she did at Court. She hoped she would not be asked what her opinions on things were nevertheless. She was regretting not studying more forms of construction. What if that was expected of her and she failed in her duties? Sameera hoped that all she would be asked to do was assist the Queen, maybe offer her inputs on what texts should be included.
The idea of a library thrilled Sameera. She had jumped at the chance to see it, even if it was out in Alexandria. If she could just see it, then she would be pleased. The idea of a grand building, built only for knowledge, was a daydream to her.
She had worn her nicest kalisiris, though it paled in comparison to the Queen, as it should. Sameera envied the Queen's beauty, though this was never a thought she would speak aloud, both as it could possibly hurt the Queen's feelings and because she did not wish to seem insecure in front of too many others.
Sameera may have been young, but she knew already that her heart was in the written word, in learning what she could from whatever pages she could find. Travel was not an option she had often, and she relished the time she could spend with her late father's books, just as she relished the opportunity to come to Alexandria. It may not be far away, like Greece or even some of the Bedoan tribes, but it had some of the Grecian culture that Sameera had only read about. This would be going in her stories as soon as she returned home, perhaps sooner.
She had not been prepared for the sight before her. The Library may not have been finished, but she was already impressed by it. She couldn't help but wonder what could possibly make it better, unless the reason it was unfinished was because of the lack of knowledge inside of it. She wondered what the inside looked like. Would it compare to the outside? Could it possibly be grander? The gods must be smiling upon them, Sameera thought cheerfully. Thank Thoth for the building. She hadn't heard much about it before, but then again, she was still young, and besides that she was a woman and therefore inferior. It was a belief she held by herself, though it had been reinforced by some of the men and even some of the other women she had met.
Regardless of her own status, Sameera was here, and she stood behind the Queen, as a member of the Court. Though eager to see the rest of the Library, she was patient. She would do as tradition directed, and wait. She wished it had been her family that had the funds for such a library, but even though it may take years, she was curious to see how it would turn out.
She was unfamiliar with the type of work behind the construction of the Library, but the man's smile seemed welcoming enough that she felt no more out of place than she did at Court. She hoped she would not be asked what her opinions on things were nevertheless. She was regretting not studying more forms of construction. What if that was expected of her and she failed in her duties? Sameera hoped that all she would be asked to do was assist the Queen, maybe offer her inputs on what texts should be included.
It had taken the words ‘Library’, ‘Alexandria’, ‘Queen’, and ‘Sameera’ to get Nenet to literally slam her book close, toss it on her bed, and immediately set a servant to packing her things. The trip had not been long or even difficult. Sailing up the Nile was easily done and when riding along as a court companion, she found herself in even finer conditions than even she was used to. The Sheifa family were one of the richest families and so Nenet was not awed by the glamour around her, but she was suitably impressed at the Queen’s necessary display of wealth and pomp. After all, it would not do, not do at all, for their beloved Queen to go around looking like a pauper.
She walked along behind the Queen, just at Sameera’s shoulder, as eager to see this grand library for herself as the rest of the party. As lovely as unpainted stone might be, it was also a sign that the library was not finished, though wonderful strides had been made in that direction. Nenet fiddled with a thin bracelet of gold dripping with charms of god heads. It wouldn’t ever do to travel without divine protection, of course, and as and when her family’s jeweler was finished with one of the charm idols, she’d buy one. Because Egypt had so many gods, both her wrists boasted a bracelet and the tinkling many and varied tinkling charms on each side made her movements positively musical any time she shifted her arms.
Though she did not speak to Sameera, she did briefly touch the other girl’s elbow, nodding to the building and towards Zoser standing there. A smile lit her petite, freckled features, giving her large, dark eyes a sort of luminance they only possessed when something made her truly happy. As much as she’d have loved to sail straight past Zoser, even with him looking so handsome in his finery, and right past the Queen in all her regalia, she waited.
Biting her lower lip, she glanced at Queen Hatshepsut, wanting so very badly for the Queen to breeze inside quickly. But that would not happen. Speeches needed to be made, bows needed to be done. She wondered if they’d be touring the outside of the building first and squinted up at the sun again. It glinted off the purple flecks of amethyst that was dusted into her eye powder. Dramatic lines of kohl overlay the purple dust around her eyes, giving the pretty, if fairly common effect that quite a few of the Queen’s courtiers wore, regardless of gender. The sun was too bright to go around without protection. Nenet usually did not dress as ostentatiously as she did today, with the extra eye powder and the flowing kalasiris of white, hugging her thin frame not quite as nicely as the queen’s. Nenet wasn’t concerned with her lack of curves today, though. Not when there were books to be seen.
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It had taken the words ‘Library’, ‘Alexandria’, ‘Queen’, and ‘Sameera’ to get Nenet to literally slam her book close, toss it on her bed, and immediately set a servant to packing her things. The trip had not been long or even difficult. Sailing up the Nile was easily done and when riding along as a court companion, she found herself in even finer conditions than even she was used to. The Sheifa family were one of the richest families and so Nenet was not awed by the glamour around her, but she was suitably impressed at the Queen’s necessary display of wealth and pomp. After all, it would not do, not do at all, for their beloved Queen to go around looking like a pauper.
She walked along behind the Queen, just at Sameera’s shoulder, as eager to see this grand library for herself as the rest of the party. As lovely as unpainted stone might be, it was also a sign that the library was not finished, though wonderful strides had been made in that direction. Nenet fiddled with a thin bracelet of gold dripping with charms of god heads. It wouldn’t ever do to travel without divine protection, of course, and as and when her family’s jeweler was finished with one of the charm idols, she’d buy one. Because Egypt had so many gods, both her wrists boasted a bracelet and the tinkling many and varied tinkling charms on each side made her movements positively musical any time she shifted her arms.
Though she did not speak to Sameera, she did briefly touch the other girl’s elbow, nodding to the building and towards Zoser standing there. A smile lit her petite, freckled features, giving her large, dark eyes a sort of luminance they only possessed when something made her truly happy. As much as she’d have loved to sail straight past Zoser, even with him looking so handsome in his finery, and right past the Queen in all her regalia, she waited.
Biting her lower lip, she glanced at Queen Hatshepsut, wanting so very badly for the Queen to breeze inside quickly. But that would not happen. Speeches needed to be made, bows needed to be done. She wondered if they’d be touring the outside of the building first and squinted up at the sun again. It glinted off the purple flecks of amethyst that was dusted into her eye powder. Dramatic lines of kohl overlay the purple dust around her eyes, giving the pretty, if fairly common effect that quite a few of the Queen’s courtiers wore, regardless of gender. The sun was too bright to go around without protection. Nenet usually did not dress as ostentatiously as she did today, with the extra eye powder and the flowing kalasiris of white, hugging her thin frame not quite as nicely as the queen’s. Nenet wasn’t concerned with her lack of curves today, though. Not when there were books to be seen.
It had taken the words ‘Library’, ‘Alexandria’, ‘Queen’, and ‘Sameera’ to get Nenet to literally slam her book close, toss it on her bed, and immediately set a servant to packing her things. The trip had not been long or even difficult. Sailing up the Nile was easily done and when riding along as a court companion, she found herself in even finer conditions than even she was used to. The Sheifa family were one of the richest families and so Nenet was not awed by the glamour around her, but she was suitably impressed at the Queen’s necessary display of wealth and pomp. After all, it would not do, not do at all, for their beloved Queen to go around looking like a pauper.
She walked along behind the Queen, just at Sameera’s shoulder, as eager to see this grand library for herself as the rest of the party. As lovely as unpainted stone might be, it was also a sign that the library was not finished, though wonderful strides had been made in that direction. Nenet fiddled with a thin bracelet of gold dripping with charms of god heads. It wouldn’t ever do to travel without divine protection, of course, and as and when her family’s jeweler was finished with one of the charm idols, she’d buy one. Because Egypt had so many gods, both her wrists boasted a bracelet and the tinkling many and varied tinkling charms on each side made her movements positively musical any time she shifted her arms.
Though she did not speak to Sameera, she did briefly touch the other girl’s elbow, nodding to the building and towards Zoser standing there. A smile lit her petite, freckled features, giving her large, dark eyes a sort of luminance they only possessed when something made her truly happy. As much as she’d have loved to sail straight past Zoser, even with him looking so handsome in his finery, and right past the Queen in all her regalia, she waited.
Biting her lower lip, she glanced at Queen Hatshepsut, wanting so very badly for the Queen to breeze inside quickly. But that would not happen. Speeches needed to be made, bows needed to be done. She wondered if they’d be touring the outside of the building first and squinted up at the sun again. It glinted off the purple flecks of amethyst that was dusted into her eye powder. Dramatic lines of kohl overlay the purple dust around her eyes, giving the pretty, if fairly common effect that quite a few of the Queen’s courtiers wore, regardless of gender. The sun was too bright to go around without protection. Nenet usually did not dress as ostentatiously as she did today, with the extra eye powder and the flowing kalasiris of white, hugging her thin frame not quite as nicely as the queen’s. Nenet wasn’t concerned with her lack of curves today, though. Not when there were books to be seen.
Pride was not the word he was looking for - it was that, but cascading over and over itself, like the cycle at the bottom of a waterfall. Endless and spinning in his chest that seemed to swell as he saw the Queen approach with her entourage.
When the Queen smiled at him, it was infectious, and his own smile burst through for a moment, broken only when he bowed deeply before her and the council of noble men and women who came to see the handiwork of their coin.
"May the gods bless you for all your days, Evening Star," Zoser greeted in the bow. When he rose he gave her a knowing smile and then addressed the crowd before them all, "Welcome to Alexandria. It is with the grace of the Queen, the Dowager Queen, and the Council that we are gathered here today to see one of the greatest achievements in Egypt...or what shall be." Unable to stop the more dramatic gesture, he swept an arm up to indicate the facade of the building.
"The finest craftsmen in Egypt and the wisest scholars of the world have worked together to create a beacon of knowledge. The Egyptian legacy has lived through our gods and our pharaohs for centuries upon centuries. So long has the Nile flowed to the sea, so has Egypt reigned. For centuries beyond our time, so shall it live, here. Entombed alongside writings from across the realms, artifacts and artwork of old, and all manner of knowledge." He paused himself, feeling that he was growing a touch too giddy and too scholarly for the more militant minded among them. Adjusting he added, "Including the secrets of our enemies, translated and turned into scrolls of value for our warriors to succeed in battle. All of the brightest minds may come here to learn about anything they wish, when the time comes."
After all, it was nearly complete. Several rooms needed the remaining decorations, but the bones were there, and a creative mind could share the vision he had.
There were a few highlights that he looked forward to displaying. A vast auditorium that looked over the seaside cliffs, the massive floor mosaic displaying a map of the known realms and major cities, and the tales that the scribes had already been creating on the wall in the formal hieroglyphs - Queen Hatshepsut's name encircled in gold in many places, to ensure her legacy within.
"Come, and please ask myself and the other scribes any questions you may have. We shall meet at the auditorium in one hour for a brief moment of entertainment. Enjoy."
With that, he extended his arm to Hatshepsut and smiled, guiding her towards the stairs as they began to ascend.
"Too much?" He grinned, teasing, knowing that he probably came off too professorial for some. Once a lecturer, always a lecturer.
Still, the moment they began he could practically feel several of the handmaidens crowding near, and with a quick turn of his head to and fro, he smiled to them, noticing the excited spark in their eyes. "Lady H'Sheifa and Lady H'Haikaddad, welcome and it is a pleasure to see you both. Thank you for joining us today."
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Pride was not the word he was looking for - it was that, but cascading over and over itself, like the cycle at the bottom of a waterfall. Endless and spinning in his chest that seemed to swell as he saw the Queen approach with her entourage.
When the Queen smiled at him, it was infectious, and his own smile burst through for a moment, broken only when he bowed deeply before her and the council of noble men and women who came to see the handiwork of their coin.
"May the gods bless you for all your days, Evening Star," Zoser greeted in the bow. When he rose he gave her a knowing smile and then addressed the crowd before them all, "Welcome to Alexandria. It is with the grace of the Queen, the Dowager Queen, and the Council that we are gathered here today to see one of the greatest achievements in Egypt...or what shall be." Unable to stop the more dramatic gesture, he swept an arm up to indicate the facade of the building.
"The finest craftsmen in Egypt and the wisest scholars of the world have worked together to create a beacon of knowledge. The Egyptian legacy has lived through our gods and our pharaohs for centuries upon centuries. So long has the Nile flowed to the sea, so has Egypt reigned. For centuries beyond our time, so shall it live, here. Entombed alongside writings from across the realms, artifacts and artwork of old, and all manner of knowledge." He paused himself, feeling that he was growing a touch too giddy and too scholarly for the more militant minded among them. Adjusting he added, "Including the secrets of our enemies, translated and turned into scrolls of value for our warriors to succeed in battle. All of the brightest minds may come here to learn about anything they wish, when the time comes."
After all, it was nearly complete. Several rooms needed the remaining decorations, but the bones were there, and a creative mind could share the vision he had.
There were a few highlights that he looked forward to displaying. A vast auditorium that looked over the seaside cliffs, the massive floor mosaic displaying a map of the known realms and major cities, and the tales that the scribes had already been creating on the wall in the formal hieroglyphs - Queen Hatshepsut's name encircled in gold in many places, to ensure her legacy within.
"Come, and please ask myself and the other scribes any questions you may have. We shall meet at the auditorium in one hour for a brief moment of entertainment. Enjoy."
With that, he extended his arm to Hatshepsut and smiled, guiding her towards the stairs as they began to ascend.
"Too much?" He grinned, teasing, knowing that he probably came off too professorial for some. Once a lecturer, always a lecturer.
Still, the moment they began he could practically feel several of the handmaidens crowding near, and with a quick turn of his head to and fro, he smiled to them, noticing the excited spark in their eyes. "Lady H'Sheifa and Lady H'Haikaddad, welcome and it is a pleasure to see you both. Thank you for joining us today."
Pride was not the word he was looking for - it was that, but cascading over and over itself, like the cycle at the bottom of a waterfall. Endless and spinning in his chest that seemed to swell as he saw the Queen approach with her entourage.
When the Queen smiled at him, it was infectious, and his own smile burst through for a moment, broken only when he bowed deeply before her and the council of noble men and women who came to see the handiwork of their coin.
"May the gods bless you for all your days, Evening Star," Zoser greeted in the bow. When he rose he gave her a knowing smile and then addressed the crowd before them all, "Welcome to Alexandria. It is with the grace of the Queen, the Dowager Queen, and the Council that we are gathered here today to see one of the greatest achievements in Egypt...or what shall be." Unable to stop the more dramatic gesture, he swept an arm up to indicate the facade of the building.
"The finest craftsmen in Egypt and the wisest scholars of the world have worked together to create a beacon of knowledge. The Egyptian legacy has lived through our gods and our pharaohs for centuries upon centuries. So long has the Nile flowed to the sea, so has Egypt reigned. For centuries beyond our time, so shall it live, here. Entombed alongside writings from across the realms, artifacts and artwork of old, and all manner of knowledge." He paused himself, feeling that he was growing a touch too giddy and too scholarly for the more militant minded among them. Adjusting he added, "Including the secrets of our enemies, translated and turned into scrolls of value for our warriors to succeed in battle. All of the brightest minds may come here to learn about anything they wish, when the time comes."
After all, it was nearly complete. Several rooms needed the remaining decorations, but the bones were there, and a creative mind could share the vision he had.
There were a few highlights that he looked forward to displaying. A vast auditorium that looked over the seaside cliffs, the massive floor mosaic displaying a map of the known realms and major cities, and the tales that the scribes had already been creating on the wall in the formal hieroglyphs - Queen Hatshepsut's name encircled in gold in many places, to ensure her legacy within.
"Come, and please ask myself and the other scribes any questions you may have. We shall meet at the auditorium in one hour for a brief moment of entertainment. Enjoy."
With that, he extended his arm to Hatshepsut and smiled, guiding her towards the stairs as they began to ascend.
"Too much?" He grinned, teasing, knowing that he probably came off too professorial for some. Once a lecturer, always a lecturer.
Still, the moment they began he could practically feel several of the handmaidens crowding near, and with a quick turn of his head to and fro, he smiled to them, noticing the excited spark in their eyes. "Lady H'Sheifa and Lady H'Haikaddad, welcome and it is a pleasure to see you both. Thank you for joining us today."
Hatshepsut saw Zoser’s smile before he bowed to her and greeted her formally. She caught the look he threw her too, just before he addressed the crowd. He shared her dislike of making speeches, but this one was probably quite easy for him. The library was his triumph, his glory. He had come up with the idea and he had been working toward this day since she was eleven years old, overseeing every detail of its construction. She remembered how excited she had been when he had first told her about it.
Later on, she had become a bit jealous of the growing structure, as it had taken some of Zoser’s time away from her, a feeling that had faded as she matured and realized that he needed this project to compensate for losing her as a pupil. Her lessons had never been designed to last forever and eventually her mother had taken over her training, focusing on ruling instead of the academic subjects she had learned from her beloved tutor.
The library was quite an accomplishment already and would be magnificent once it was complete. She didn’t doubt that it would hold all the knowledge in the world and that it would live on long after her reign ended. Hatshepsut would be remembered for this achievement, even though her mother had acted on her behalf and had been responsible for bringing Zoser’s vision to life. She had been too young at the time to make decisions on her own
If the Dowager Queen had refused, Hatshepsut would have granted him permission as soon as she came of age. Perhaps her mother had known that and that knowledge had prompted her decision. The relationship between teacher and student had become closer and closer as the years passed. The young Queen would grant him anything he asked for, and her mother knew it. He was one of her dearest friends and that would never change.
There was some restless shuffling behind her. She assumed that some of the Councilmen were either bored or could hardly wait to get out of the heat. The sounds were not close enough to come from her two companions, the ladies H’Haikaddad and H’Shiefa, who stood directly behind her. They seemed as entranced as she was. Though she didn’t know either one of them well, she had heard that they were both exceedingly fond of books.
It was too bad that libraries were frequented mostly by scholars, who were all male. The presence of women studying would be frowned upon. Unless I decree that women will be as welcome as men at this place of learning. Having only recently come of age, the power Hatsehpsut was able to wield amazed her. She still relied on her mother and Zoser for advice, but whatever she commanded would be done. She vowed that allowing women to study at the library would be the first decision she made on her own. She would need Zoser to back her up when it was presented to the Council, but she was certain he would agree.
Of course when she married, her husband the Pharaoh and could reverse the decision, but Osorsen would never do that. He not only loved her but would see the advantage of women expanding their minds. It was an Egyptian innovation that would go down in history as one of the highlights of their reign and perhaps the rest of the world would follow them into an era of educational equality for women.
Concluding his speech, Zoser encouraged everyone to explore and ask questions. She wondered what kind of entertainment he had planned as he grinned at her and offered his arm. Hatshsepsut took it and nodded to the two ladies to accompany her up the staircase he led them to.
She laughed when he asked if his speech had been too much. “Not for me, but I heard a few of the Councilmen fidgeting.” she teased back. “I think they were bored.”
Zoser addressed her companions, and she smiled over at them, encouraging them to speak if they wished to.
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Hatshepsut saw Zoser’s smile before he bowed to her and greeted her formally. She caught the look he threw her too, just before he addressed the crowd. He shared her dislike of making speeches, but this one was probably quite easy for him. The library was his triumph, his glory. He had come up with the idea and he had been working toward this day since she was eleven years old, overseeing every detail of its construction. She remembered how excited she had been when he had first told her about it.
Later on, she had become a bit jealous of the growing structure, as it had taken some of Zoser’s time away from her, a feeling that had faded as she matured and realized that he needed this project to compensate for losing her as a pupil. Her lessons had never been designed to last forever and eventually her mother had taken over her training, focusing on ruling instead of the academic subjects she had learned from her beloved tutor.
The library was quite an accomplishment already and would be magnificent once it was complete. She didn’t doubt that it would hold all the knowledge in the world and that it would live on long after her reign ended. Hatshepsut would be remembered for this achievement, even though her mother had acted on her behalf and had been responsible for bringing Zoser’s vision to life. She had been too young at the time to make decisions on her own
If the Dowager Queen had refused, Hatshepsut would have granted him permission as soon as she came of age. Perhaps her mother had known that and that knowledge had prompted her decision. The relationship between teacher and student had become closer and closer as the years passed. The young Queen would grant him anything he asked for, and her mother knew it. He was one of her dearest friends and that would never change.
There was some restless shuffling behind her. She assumed that some of the Councilmen were either bored or could hardly wait to get out of the heat. The sounds were not close enough to come from her two companions, the ladies H’Haikaddad and H’Shiefa, who stood directly behind her. They seemed as entranced as she was. Though she didn’t know either one of them well, she had heard that they were both exceedingly fond of books.
It was too bad that libraries were frequented mostly by scholars, who were all male. The presence of women studying would be frowned upon. Unless I decree that women will be as welcome as men at this place of learning. Having only recently come of age, the power Hatsehpsut was able to wield amazed her. She still relied on her mother and Zoser for advice, but whatever she commanded would be done. She vowed that allowing women to study at the library would be the first decision she made on her own. She would need Zoser to back her up when it was presented to the Council, but she was certain he would agree.
Of course when she married, her husband the Pharaoh and could reverse the decision, but Osorsen would never do that. He not only loved her but would see the advantage of women expanding their minds. It was an Egyptian innovation that would go down in history as one of the highlights of their reign and perhaps the rest of the world would follow them into an era of educational equality for women.
Concluding his speech, Zoser encouraged everyone to explore and ask questions. She wondered what kind of entertainment he had planned as he grinned at her and offered his arm. Hatshsepsut took it and nodded to the two ladies to accompany her up the staircase he led them to.
She laughed when he asked if his speech had been too much. “Not for me, but I heard a few of the Councilmen fidgeting.” she teased back. “I think they were bored.”
Zoser addressed her companions, and she smiled over at them, encouraging them to speak if they wished to.
Hatshepsut saw Zoser’s smile before he bowed to her and greeted her formally. She caught the look he threw her too, just before he addressed the crowd. He shared her dislike of making speeches, but this one was probably quite easy for him. The library was his triumph, his glory. He had come up with the idea and he had been working toward this day since she was eleven years old, overseeing every detail of its construction. She remembered how excited she had been when he had first told her about it.
Later on, she had become a bit jealous of the growing structure, as it had taken some of Zoser’s time away from her, a feeling that had faded as she matured and realized that he needed this project to compensate for losing her as a pupil. Her lessons had never been designed to last forever and eventually her mother had taken over her training, focusing on ruling instead of the academic subjects she had learned from her beloved tutor.
The library was quite an accomplishment already and would be magnificent once it was complete. She didn’t doubt that it would hold all the knowledge in the world and that it would live on long after her reign ended. Hatshepsut would be remembered for this achievement, even though her mother had acted on her behalf and had been responsible for bringing Zoser’s vision to life. She had been too young at the time to make decisions on her own
If the Dowager Queen had refused, Hatshepsut would have granted him permission as soon as she came of age. Perhaps her mother had known that and that knowledge had prompted her decision. The relationship between teacher and student had become closer and closer as the years passed. The young Queen would grant him anything he asked for, and her mother knew it. He was one of her dearest friends and that would never change.
There was some restless shuffling behind her. She assumed that some of the Councilmen were either bored or could hardly wait to get out of the heat. The sounds were not close enough to come from her two companions, the ladies H’Haikaddad and H’Shiefa, who stood directly behind her. They seemed as entranced as she was. Though she didn’t know either one of them well, she had heard that they were both exceedingly fond of books.
It was too bad that libraries were frequented mostly by scholars, who were all male. The presence of women studying would be frowned upon. Unless I decree that women will be as welcome as men at this place of learning. Having only recently come of age, the power Hatsehpsut was able to wield amazed her. She still relied on her mother and Zoser for advice, but whatever she commanded would be done. She vowed that allowing women to study at the library would be the first decision she made on her own. She would need Zoser to back her up when it was presented to the Council, but she was certain he would agree.
Of course when she married, her husband the Pharaoh and could reverse the decision, but Osorsen would never do that. He not only loved her but would see the advantage of women expanding their minds. It was an Egyptian innovation that would go down in history as one of the highlights of their reign and perhaps the rest of the world would follow them into an era of educational equality for women.
Concluding his speech, Zoser encouraged everyone to explore and ask questions. She wondered what kind of entertainment he had planned as he grinned at her and offered his arm. Hatshsepsut took it and nodded to the two ladies to accompany her up the staircase he led them to.
She laughed when he asked if his speech had been too much. “Not for me, but I heard a few of the Councilmen fidgeting.” she teased back. “I think they were bored.”
Zoser addressed her companions, and she smiled over at them, encouraging them to speak if they wished to.
Nenet was very much not listening to Zoser’s speech. She heard him, of course, in snippets but her wide brown eyes saw visions of the future wherever she looked. They stood in an absolute palace and she longed to simply move in. Where would her bed be, she wondered? In an out of the way alcove? Yes. Yes that was exactly where it’d be. She have an alcove wide enough for a bed with fired blue tiles and a mosaic of stars in the background. Then, of course, her bed with its linen sheets would be curtained off, if she wished. But in her daydream, she was in a disused portion of the library, where no one ventured but her, so the curtain wouldn’t be strictly necessary.
And on the end of her bed? Oh the end would see books. Piles of books. Mountains of books. And she’d lay back, reading to her heart’s content. There’d be no screaming sisters, no arguing parents, no little brothers to needle her with pointless threats. Ah it would be delicious to be so alone in a vast, knowledge temple. She pictured it with huge limestone walls and alabaster columns pluming gracefully downward. There’d be Librarians like Zoser - and here he featured for the first time in her little daydream, dressed in fluttering white robes. He moved about absolutely ponderous and silently, his nose in a book, paying her no attention.
Her daydream shifted, then, to a third person view of herself getting out of the alcove and somehow the library shifted itself around so that she was sitting in a circle with Safiya, Sameera, and Hatshepsut, of all people. The four of them were lounging back on their own giant cushions of pillows, all reading companionably while servants stood with their long pole fans, keeping the air nice and cool.
She smiled a little vacantly, lost in this fantasy until she realized that she was actually being spoken to. In real life. Nenet blinked and startled, shaking herself and straightening up. Her eyes flicked to Sameera for some sort of confirmation of what had been said and she saw Sameera thanking Zoser and making a dipping, shallow curtsey of respect. Nenet did the same, only she didn’t speak. She merely mimicked what Sameera had done and dipped down, still looking like a frightened gazelle.
Well poop.
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Nenet was very much not listening to Zoser’s speech. She heard him, of course, in snippets but her wide brown eyes saw visions of the future wherever she looked. They stood in an absolute palace and she longed to simply move in. Where would her bed be, she wondered? In an out of the way alcove? Yes. Yes that was exactly where it’d be. She have an alcove wide enough for a bed with fired blue tiles and a mosaic of stars in the background. Then, of course, her bed with its linen sheets would be curtained off, if she wished. But in her daydream, she was in a disused portion of the library, where no one ventured but her, so the curtain wouldn’t be strictly necessary.
And on the end of her bed? Oh the end would see books. Piles of books. Mountains of books. And she’d lay back, reading to her heart’s content. There’d be no screaming sisters, no arguing parents, no little brothers to needle her with pointless threats. Ah it would be delicious to be so alone in a vast, knowledge temple. She pictured it with huge limestone walls and alabaster columns pluming gracefully downward. There’d be Librarians like Zoser - and here he featured for the first time in her little daydream, dressed in fluttering white robes. He moved about absolutely ponderous and silently, his nose in a book, paying her no attention.
Her daydream shifted, then, to a third person view of herself getting out of the alcove and somehow the library shifted itself around so that she was sitting in a circle with Safiya, Sameera, and Hatshepsut, of all people. The four of them were lounging back on their own giant cushions of pillows, all reading companionably while servants stood with their long pole fans, keeping the air nice and cool.
She smiled a little vacantly, lost in this fantasy until she realized that she was actually being spoken to. In real life. Nenet blinked and startled, shaking herself and straightening up. Her eyes flicked to Sameera for some sort of confirmation of what had been said and she saw Sameera thanking Zoser and making a dipping, shallow curtsey of respect. Nenet did the same, only she didn’t speak. She merely mimicked what Sameera had done and dipped down, still looking like a frightened gazelle.
Well poop.
Nenet was very much not listening to Zoser’s speech. She heard him, of course, in snippets but her wide brown eyes saw visions of the future wherever she looked. They stood in an absolute palace and she longed to simply move in. Where would her bed be, she wondered? In an out of the way alcove? Yes. Yes that was exactly where it’d be. She have an alcove wide enough for a bed with fired blue tiles and a mosaic of stars in the background. Then, of course, her bed with its linen sheets would be curtained off, if she wished. But in her daydream, she was in a disused portion of the library, where no one ventured but her, so the curtain wouldn’t be strictly necessary.
And on the end of her bed? Oh the end would see books. Piles of books. Mountains of books. And she’d lay back, reading to her heart’s content. There’d be no screaming sisters, no arguing parents, no little brothers to needle her with pointless threats. Ah it would be delicious to be so alone in a vast, knowledge temple. She pictured it with huge limestone walls and alabaster columns pluming gracefully downward. There’d be Librarians like Zoser - and here he featured for the first time in her little daydream, dressed in fluttering white robes. He moved about absolutely ponderous and silently, his nose in a book, paying her no attention.
Her daydream shifted, then, to a third person view of herself getting out of the alcove and somehow the library shifted itself around so that she was sitting in a circle with Safiya, Sameera, and Hatshepsut, of all people. The four of them were lounging back on their own giant cushions of pillows, all reading companionably while servants stood with their long pole fans, keeping the air nice and cool.
She smiled a little vacantly, lost in this fantasy until she realized that she was actually being spoken to. In real life. Nenet blinked and startled, shaking herself and straightening up. Her eyes flicked to Sameera for some sort of confirmation of what had been said and she saw Sameera thanking Zoser and making a dipping, shallow curtsey of respect. Nenet did the same, only she didn’t speak. She merely mimicked what Sameera had done and dipped down, still looking like a frightened gazelle.
