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Hatshepsut remained standing, feeling helpless and unsure of what to do now. This was only the second gathering that she had planned herself, and like the one before, it had turned into a disaster. And both of them had involved spilled wine. Luckily she had avoided the worst of it this time thanks to her servants’ alertness. She had not seen exactly what happened, but she doubted it was another disobedient slave. They had been dealt with not long ago in a manner that was harsher than the young Queen had imagined herself capable of.
However, it did involve a slave’s tray, but she believed it had been accidental rather than deliberate. Maybe he had bumped into the young noblewoman now lying on the floor with shards of glass in her hand. Or perhaps she had bumped into him. Some of the women were probably becoming inebriated with all the alcohol being served on the rooftop tonight. Hatshepsut felt a bit queasy, but it was most likely because she was nervous, although she wouldn’t be surprised if the baby’s little fluttery kicks upset her stomach.
She just stood there until Skylla arrived and took over from the healer whom Sameera had found. The litter bearers must have run to the palace and back at full speed at their mistress’ urgent request. Hatshepsut finally felt as if she could breathe easier now that the royal physician was here. Everything would be all right. She trusted Skylla with her life and the life of Egypt’s heir. Nenet was in good hands.
Skylla asked her what had happened and she shook her head. “I didn't see what caused the accident, but a tray laden with drinks flew out of a servant's grasp. The glass shattered and some of it became embedded in Lady Nenet H’Sheifa’s hand. She must have been standing close to the tray when it fell and fainted from the pain and shock.”
Hatshepsut watched as the physician gently examined Nenet. She needed more supplies than she had brought and asked if Nenet could be moved to the palace. “Yes, of course,” the Queen replied. She had expected that the palace would be the best place to treat her and had already offered to move her there if her mother agreed. She looked toward the Sirdsett, knowing that she would want only the best for her daughter.
Safiya suggested that Nenet be taken to the palace in the sedan chair. “That’s an excellent idea.” She looked over at Skylla. “There should be enough room for the two of you. I have another one. I will remain here until it is sent to me. Lady Nenet’s health is more important than getting me back to the palace.” Hatshepsut would be safe even if the other women went home. Her personal guards never left her side.
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Hatshepsut remained standing, feeling helpless and unsure of what to do now. This was only the second gathering that she had planned herself, and like the one before, it had turned into a disaster. And both of them had involved spilled wine. Luckily she had avoided the worst of it this time thanks to her servants’ alertness. She had not seen exactly what happened, but she doubted it was another disobedient slave. They had been dealt with not long ago in a manner that was harsher than the young Queen had imagined herself capable of.
However, it did involve a slave’s tray, but she believed it had been accidental rather than deliberate. Maybe he had bumped into the young noblewoman now lying on the floor with shards of glass in her hand. Or perhaps she had bumped into him. Some of the women were probably becoming inebriated with all the alcohol being served on the rooftop tonight. Hatshepsut felt a bit queasy, but it was most likely because she was nervous, although she wouldn’t be surprised if the baby’s little fluttery kicks upset her stomach.
She just stood there until Skylla arrived and took over from the healer whom Sameera had found. The litter bearers must have run to the palace and back at full speed at their mistress’ urgent request. Hatshepsut finally felt as if she could breathe easier now that the royal physician was here. Everything would be all right. She trusted Skylla with her life and the life of Egypt’s heir. Nenet was in good hands.
Skylla asked her what had happened and she shook her head. “I didn't see what caused the accident, but a tray laden with drinks flew out of a servant's grasp. The glass shattered and some of it became embedded in Lady Nenet H’Sheifa’s hand. She must have been standing close to the tray when it fell and fainted from the pain and shock.”
Hatshepsut watched as the physician gently examined Nenet. She needed more supplies than she had brought and asked if Nenet could be moved to the palace. “Yes, of course,” the Queen replied. She had expected that the palace would be the best place to treat her and had already offered to move her there if her mother agreed. She looked toward the Sirdsett, knowing that she would want only the best for her daughter.
Safiya suggested that Nenet be taken to the palace in the sedan chair. “That’s an excellent idea.” She looked over at Skylla. “There should be enough room for the two of you. I have another one. I will remain here until it is sent to me. Lady Nenet’s health is more important than getting me back to the palace.” Hatshepsut would be safe even if the other women went home. Her personal guards never left her side.
Hatshepsut remained standing, feeling helpless and unsure of what to do now. This was only the second gathering that she had planned herself, and like the one before, it had turned into a disaster. And both of them had involved spilled wine. Luckily she had avoided the worst of it this time thanks to her servants’ alertness. She had not seen exactly what happened, but she doubted it was another disobedient slave. They had been dealt with not long ago in a manner that was harsher than the young Queen had imagined herself capable of.
However, it did involve a slave’s tray, but she believed it had been accidental rather than deliberate. Maybe he had bumped into the young noblewoman now lying on the floor with shards of glass in her hand. Or perhaps she had bumped into him. Some of the women were probably becoming inebriated with all the alcohol being served on the rooftop tonight. Hatshepsut felt a bit queasy, but it was most likely because she was nervous, although she wouldn’t be surprised if the baby’s little fluttery kicks upset her stomach.
She just stood there until Skylla arrived and took over from the healer whom Sameera had found. The litter bearers must have run to the palace and back at full speed at their mistress’ urgent request. Hatshepsut finally felt as if she could breathe easier now that the royal physician was here. Everything would be all right. She trusted Skylla with her life and the life of Egypt’s heir. Nenet was in good hands.
Skylla asked her what had happened and she shook her head. “I didn't see what caused the accident, but a tray laden with drinks flew out of a servant's grasp. The glass shattered and some of it became embedded in Lady Nenet H’Sheifa’s hand. She must have been standing close to the tray when it fell and fainted from the pain and shock.”
Hatshepsut watched as the physician gently examined Nenet. She needed more supplies than she had brought and asked if Nenet could be moved to the palace. “Yes, of course,” the Queen replied. She had expected that the palace would be the best place to treat her and had already offered to move her there if her mother agreed. She looked toward the Sirdsett, knowing that she would want only the best for her daughter.
Safiya suggested that Nenet be taken to the palace in the sedan chair. “That’s an excellent idea.” She looked over at Skylla. “There should be enough room for the two of you. I have another one. I will remain here until it is sent to me. Lady Nenet’s health is more important than getting me back to the palace.” Hatshepsut would be safe even if the other women went home. Her personal guards never left her side.
Nia’s relief was immeasurable when her mother joined her at Nenet’s side, taking over the situation with a calm resolve that the daughter deeply envied. Taking a step back at Iaheru’s behest and steadying her fluttering heart, Nia took a deep breath to calm herself. Thank the gods the Sirdsett was here to take on the burden; gods knew she was ill-equipped.
Taking the bloodied headcloth with a nod, she took a moment to admire her mother’s uncovered hair. Not for the first time in her life, she wondered why Iaheru kept her locks tucked away from sight—she was such a beautiful woman, and the lack of veiling only served to emphasize it more fully to the world. Perhaps that was why, though. After what had happened to her, Nia couldn’t really blame Iaheru for keeping her radiance dulled from onlooking eyes.
Flashing a grateful smile at Sameera when she returned with a healer in tow, Nia took another step back as the man set to work on her unconscious sister. Of course it was Nenet causing all of this chaos; who else would it be? Clumsy girl. She supposed she ought to thank her, though. Her disruption would surely draw this event to a close, and if it didn’t, she could still use the excuse that her sister was injured and she needed to leave. It was a blessing in disguise, really, considering how she hadn’t wanted to come in the first place.
Hatshepsut’s personal physician arrived soon after, Nia’s eyes trailing Skylla as she moved the other healer out of the way to check over Nenet. When she suggested it would be better to take the younger woman back to the Palace infirmary, Nia breathed another silent sigh of relief. Perfect. She could go back with her, and this exhausting ordeal could be finished.
The queen agreed that would be the best option and offered to send Nenet to the Palace in one of the royal sedan chairs. “I’ll go with her,” Nia was quick to offer, moving to help the healer and one of the slaves lift Nenet onto the chair. “Knowing Nenet, she won’t want to wake up somewhere unfamiliar without anyone she knew around her.” It was sisterly concern, really, not just an excuse to leave the venue. Okay, maybe it was a bit of both. Though she really did just want to leave, she was worried for Nenet, deep down. No matter how poorly they got along sometimes, she was still her sister.
“Thank you for your help, Your Evening Radiance,” she said almost belatedly with a curtsy to the Queen. “Apologies for disrupting your afternoon. What would a Court event be without one of the Sheifa girls causing a commotion, huh?” She offered a wry smile before turning back to her prone sister with a soft sigh and a shake of her head.
She would wait to see if any of the rest of her family accompanied her before offering Skylla a smile and setting off with the royal retinue that would carry her sister from the Ghani district and back to the opulent building of gold. She had run into the woman a few times since her arrival in the Palace, and she liked her well enough. There would be time to talk later, though, perhaps even on the walk to the Palace. No need to waste time here.
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Nia’s relief was immeasurable when her mother joined her at Nenet’s side, taking over the situation with a calm resolve that the daughter deeply envied. Taking a step back at Iaheru’s behest and steadying her fluttering heart, Nia took a deep breath to calm herself. Thank the gods the Sirdsett was here to take on the burden; gods knew she was ill-equipped.
Taking the bloodied headcloth with a nod, she took a moment to admire her mother’s uncovered hair. Not for the first time in her life, she wondered why Iaheru kept her locks tucked away from sight—she was such a beautiful woman, and the lack of veiling only served to emphasize it more fully to the world. Perhaps that was why, though. After what had happened to her, Nia couldn’t really blame Iaheru for keeping her radiance dulled from onlooking eyes.
Flashing a grateful smile at Sameera when she returned with a healer in tow, Nia took another step back as the man set to work on her unconscious sister. Of course it was Nenet causing all of this chaos; who else would it be? Clumsy girl. She supposed she ought to thank her, though. Her disruption would surely draw this event to a close, and if it didn’t, she could still use the excuse that her sister was injured and she needed to leave. It was a blessing in disguise, really, considering how she hadn’t wanted to come in the first place.
Hatshepsut’s personal physician arrived soon after, Nia’s eyes trailing Skylla as she moved the other healer out of the way to check over Nenet. When she suggested it would be better to take the younger woman back to the Palace infirmary, Nia breathed another silent sigh of relief. Perfect. She could go back with her, and this exhausting ordeal could be finished.
The queen agreed that would be the best option and offered to send Nenet to the Palace in one of the royal sedan chairs. “I’ll go with her,” Nia was quick to offer, moving to help the healer and one of the slaves lift Nenet onto the chair. “Knowing Nenet, she won’t want to wake up somewhere unfamiliar without anyone she knew around her.” It was sisterly concern, really, not just an excuse to leave the venue. Okay, maybe it was a bit of both. Though she really did just want to leave, she was worried for Nenet, deep down. No matter how poorly they got along sometimes, she was still her sister.
“Thank you for your help, Your Evening Radiance,” she said almost belatedly with a curtsy to the Queen. “Apologies for disrupting your afternoon. What would a Court event be without one of the Sheifa girls causing a commotion, huh?” She offered a wry smile before turning back to her prone sister with a soft sigh and a shake of her head.
She would wait to see if any of the rest of her family accompanied her before offering Skylla a smile and setting off with the royal retinue that would carry her sister from the Ghani district and back to the opulent building of gold. She had run into the woman a few times since her arrival in the Palace, and she liked her well enough. There would be time to talk later, though, perhaps even on the walk to the Palace. No need to waste time here.
Nia’s relief was immeasurable when her mother joined her at Nenet’s side, taking over the situation with a calm resolve that the daughter deeply envied. Taking a step back at Iaheru’s behest and steadying her fluttering heart, Nia took a deep breath to calm herself. Thank the gods the Sirdsett was here to take on the burden; gods knew she was ill-equipped.
Taking the bloodied headcloth with a nod, she took a moment to admire her mother’s uncovered hair. Not for the first time in her life, she wondered why Iaheru kept her locks tucked away from sight—she was such a beautiful woman, and the lack of veiling only served to emphasize it more fully to the world. Perhaps that was why, though. After what had happened to her, Nia couldn’t really blame Iaheru for keeping her radiance dulled from onlooking eyes.
Flashing a grateful smile at Sameera when she returned with a healer in tow, Nia took another step back as the man set to work on her unconscious sister. Of course it was Nenet causing all of this chaos; who else would it be? Clumsy girl. She supposed she ought to thank her, though. Her disruption would surely draw this event to a close, and if it didn’t, she could still use the excuse that her sister was injured and she needed to leave. It was a blessing in disguise, really, considering how she hadn’t wanted to come in the first place.
Hatshepsut’s personal physician arrived soon after, Nia’s eyes trailing Skylla as she moved the other healer out of the way to check over Nenet. When she suggested it would be better to take the younger woman back to the Palace infirmary, Nia breathed another silent sigh of relief. Perfect. She could go back with her, and this exhausting ordeal could be finished.
The queen agreed that would be the best option and offered to send Nenet to the Palace in one of the royal sedan chairs. “I’ll go with her,” Nia was quick to offer, moving to help the healer and one of the slaves lift Nenet onto the chair. “Knowing Nenet, she won’t want to wake up somewhere unfamiliar without anyone she knew around her.” It was sisterly concern, really, not just an excuse to leave the venue. Okay, maybe it was a bit of both. Though she really did just want to leave, she was worried for Nenet, deep down. No matter how poorly they got along sometimes, she was still her sister.
“Thank you for your help, Your Evening Radiance,” she said almost belatedly with a curtsy to the Queen. “Apologies for disrupting your afternoon. What would a Court event be without one of the Sheifa girls causing a commotion, huh?” She offered a wry smile before turning back to her prone sister with a soft sigh and a shake of her head.
She would wait to see if any of the rest of her family accompanied her before offering Skylla a smile and setting off with the royal retinue that would carry her sister from the Ghani district and back to the opulent building of gold. She had run into the woman a few times since her arrival in the Palace, and she liked her well enough. There would be time to talk later, though, perhaps even on the walk to the Palace. No need to waste time here.
