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It had come to this. A dark quiet antechamber. In front of him, in bas relief, was a stunning depiction of Hathor. The light was too low to read anything properly. But his fingers could trace out the individual hieroglyphs. The layout was familiar. Twice a day, this room would flood with daylight. All of its brilliance would be on display. In that moment only the worthy could cross this threshold. As for the rest of the world? They waited in darkness, appealing to the priests and priestesses, waiting for some response. He waited now.
He had been swallowed up some minutes before. Frail, clacking down the long hallways with his ivory cane. Even at his most sprightly, though, he would have been overwhelmed all the same. Huge columns towered over him in the hypostyle hall. Capped with gold. Flowing into alabaster-panel murals and lapis studded doorframes. This was quite convincingly not a place of humans. The deeper he'd wove into the complex, the more certainly he'd felt it. He swallowed.
Opening the scroll and reading from his precise hieratic, his voice boomed, "I come from the House of White to present offerings. At the last moon our office was informed by the Hei [insert name here] of their intention to donate lands to the priesthood of Hathor. It is my honor, before the Pharaoh and before the gods, to complete the transaction."
Then there was a crack. A door opening. He had attracted someone's attention. The light silhouetted her shapely frame.
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It had come to this. A dark quiet antechamber. In front of him, in bas relief, was a stunning depiction of Hathor. The light was too low to read anything properly. But his fingers could trace out the individual hieroglyphs. The layout was familiar. Twice a day, this room would flood with daylight. All of its brilliance would be on display. In that moment only the worthy could cross this threshold. As for the rest of the world? They waited in darkness, appealing to the priests and priestesses, waiting for some response. He waited now.
He had been swallowed up some minutes before. Frail, clacking down the long hallways with his ivory cane. Even at his most sprightly, though, he would have been overwhelmed all the same. Huge columns towered over him in the hypostyle hall. Capped with gold. Flowing into alabaster-panel murals and lapis studded doorframes. This was quite convincingly not a place of humans. The deeper he'd wove into the complex, the more certainly he'd felt it. He swallowed.
Opening the scroll and reading from his precise hieratic, his voice boomed, "I come from the House of White to present offerings. At the last moon our office was informed by the Hei [insert name here] of their intention to donate lands to the priesthood of Hathor. It is my honor, before the Pharaoh and before the gods, to complete the transaction."
Then there was a crack. A door opening. He had attracted someone's attention. The light silhouetted her shapely frame.
It had come to this. A dark quiet antechamber. In front of him, in bas relief, was a stunning depiction of Hathor. The light was too low to read anything properly. But his fingers could trace out the individual hieroglyphs. The layout was familiar. Twice a day, this room would flood with daylight. All of its brilliance would be on display. In that moment only the worthy could cross this threshold. As for the rest of the world? They waited in darkness, appealing to the priests and priestesses, waiting for some response. He waited now.
He had been swallowed up some minutes before. Frail, clacking down the long hallways with his ivory cane. Even at his most sprightly, though, he would have been overwhelmed all the same. Huge columns towered over him in the hypostyle hall. Capped with gold. Flowing into alabaster-panel murals and lapis studded doorframes. This was quite convincingly not a place of humans. The deeper he'd wove into the complex, the more certainly he'd felt it. He swallowed.
Opening the scroll and reading from his precise hieratic, his voice boomed, "I come from the House of White to present offerings. At the last moon our office was informed by the Hei [insert name here] of their intention to donate lands to the priesthood of Hathor. It is my honor, before the Pharaoh and before the gods, to complete the transaction."
Then there was a crack. A door opening. He had attracted someone's attention. The light silhouetted her shapely frame.
Nafretiri hadn't expected anything out of the ordinary to happen today. but she supposed she should have. She was, after all, nineteen today.
Not that birthdays meant so much anymore; they never had, without anyone she really cared about to celebrate them with. She sighed and shrugged. It made her sad on days like today, but it was her life now, whether or not she liked it, and liking one's life was never a requirement to live it.
Still, she was not often the one who was required to look over temple donations. She supposed she should have expected it sooner or later, but with her just starting to recover her courage when in public, it had never come up before. Some of the other priestesses were teaching the acolytes or serving as midwives, though, as might be required in the absence of a priestess of Tawaret, the childbirth goddess. Even Mother Sekhemu seemed to be busy today, and so when she had heard the clopping of horses' hooves and the slight creaking of chariot wheels, she knew she would likely be one of the only ones available if the nobles wanted something.
"Where... where is that hei located, sir?" she asked as she came through the door. "I can't say I remember hearing of it- but then. I was only fully initiated last year." Actually, it was entirely possible that she'd heard of it at some point, just not in her capacity as a priestess.
The House of White. Nafretiri had heard of it, although she wasn't entirely sure what went on there. From the way the man described it, it seemed to be a common meeting place of the nobles, but as she'd said, she was still a fairly new priestess.
"What is your name? I may need it for the records. I am the priestess Nafretiri."
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Nafretiri hadn't expected anything out of the ordinary to happen today. but she supposed she should have. She was, after all, nineteen today.
Not that birthdays meant so much anymore; they never had, without anyone she really cared about to celebrate them with. She sighed and shrugged. It made her sad on days like today, but it was her life now, whether or not she liked it, and liking one's life was never a requirement to live it.
Still, she was not often the one who was required to look over temple donations. She supposed she should have expected it sooner or later, but with her just starting to recover her courage when in public, it had never come up before. Some of the other priestesses were teaching the acolytes or serving as midwives, though, as might be required in the absence of a priestess of Tawaret, the childbirth goddess. Even Mother Sekhemu seemed to be busy today, and so when she had heard the clopping of horses' hooves and the slight creaking of chariot wheels, she knew she would likely be one of the only ones available if the nobles wanted something.
"Where... where is that hei located, sir?" she asked as she came through the door. "I can't say I remember hearing of it- but then. I was only fully initiated last year." Actually, it was entirely possible that she'd heard of it at some point, just not in her capacity as a priestess.
The House of White. Nafretiri had heard of it, although she wasn't entirely sure what went on there. From the way the man described it, it seemed to be a common meeting place of the nobles, but as she'd said, she was still a fairly new priestess.
"What is your name? I may need it for the records. I am the priestess Nafretiri."
Nafretiri hadn't expected anything out of the ordinary to happen today. but she supposed she should have. She was, after all, nineteen today.
Not that birthdays meant so much anymore; they never had, without anyone she really cared about to celebrate them with. She sighed and shrugged. It made her sad on days like today, but it was her life now, whether or not she liked it, and liking one's life was never a requirement to live it.
Still, she was not often the one who was required to look over temple donations. She supposed she should have expected it sooner or later, but with her just starting to recover her courage when in public, it had never come up before. Some of the other priestesses were teaching the acolytes or serving as midwives, though, as might be required in the absence of a priestess of Tawaret, the childbirth goddess. Even Mother Sekhemu seemed to be busy today, and so when she had heard the clopping of horses' hooves and the slight creaking of chariot wheels, she knew she would likely be one of the only ones available if the nobles wanted something.
"Where... where is that hei located, sir?" she asked as she came through the door. "I can't say I remember hearing of it- but then. I was only fully initiated last year." Actually, it was entirely possible that she'd heard of it at some point, just not in her capacity as a priestess.
The House of White. Nafretiri had heard of it, although she wasn't entirely sure what went on there. From the way the man described it, it seemed to be a common meeting place of the nobles, but as she'd said, she was still a fairly new priestess.
"What is your name? I may need it for the records. I am the priestess Nafretiri."
"I am Nehesi. Born of the Somalu, reared by House Haikkadad," he answered.
He gave a deep bow as he spoke, then drew up in a toothy grin. This was not quite what he had accepted. The priestess, like him, was not a native of Egypt. Hebrew, it appeared? It would have pleased him enough to know that the kingdom was expanding such that people of all nations were subsumed within him. But he remembered fighting in Retjenu. It had been a hard, bitter thing. The older veterans told harrowing tales. It heartened him that after all that, one of the natives might have felt warmly enough to join them. A sort of double hope for the future, that his purpose here had not been in vain.
"As to the location? Perhaps it would be easiest if I showed you in person. I have the day free, and it would be a good opportunity for me to show you a few points. Might I trouble you for the time, priestess? We could take my chariot" he continued.
He hoped she might take up his offer. The day was wonderful. A cool breeze would spare them the worst of the afternoon sun. The horses were well-provisioned enough to bear another passenger. If played right, this could accrue to the benefit of both the Hei and the royal accountants. If wrong. . .well, he was only a foreigner anyway. They both were. He sensed that this was the right move. Now if only she would accept.
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"I am Nehesi. Born of the Somalu, reared by House Haikkadad," he answered.
He gave a deep bow as he spoke, then drew up in a toothy grin. This was not quite what he had accepted. The priestess, like him, was not a native of Egypt. Hebrew, it appeared? It would have pleased him enough to know that the kingdom was expanding such that people of all nations were subsumed within him. But he remembered fighting in Retjenu. It had been a hard, bitter thing. The older veterans told harrowing tales. It heartened him that after all that, one of the natives might have felt warmly enough to join them. A sort of double hope for the future, that his purpose here had not been in vain.
"As to the location? Perhaps it would be easiest if I showed you in person. I have the day free, and it would be a good opportunity for me to show you a few points. Might I trouble you for the time, priestess? We could take my chariot" he continued.
He hoped she might take up his offer. The day was wonderful. A cool breeze would spare them the worst of the afternoon sun. The horses were well-provisioned enough to bear another passenger. If played right, this could accrue to the benefit of both the Hei and the royal accountants. If wrong. . .well, he was only a foreigner anyway. They both were. He sensed that this was the right move. Now if only she would accept.
"I am Nehesi. Born of the Somalu, reared by House Haikkadad," he answered.
He gave a deep bow as he spoke, then drew up in a toothy grin. This was not quite what he had accepted. The priestess, like him, was not a native of Egypt. Hebrew, it appeared? It would have pleased him enough to know that the kingdom was expanding such that people of all nations were subsumed within him. But he remembered fighting in Retjenu. It had been a hard, bitter thing. The older veterans told harrowing tales. It heartened him that after all that, one of the natives might have felt warmly enough to join them. A sort of double hope for the future, that his purpose here had not been in vain.
"As to the location? Perhaps it would be easiest if I showed you in person. I have the day free, and it would be a good opportunity for me to show you a few points. Might I trouble you for the time, priestess? We could take my chariot" he continued.
He hoped she might take up his offer. The day was wonderful. A cool breeze would spare them the worst of the afternoon sun. The horses were well-provisioned enough to bear another passenger. If played right, this could accrue to the benefit of both the Hei and the royal accountants. If wrong. . .well, he was only a foreigner anyway. They both were. He sensed that this was the right move. Now if only she would accept.
Nafretiri did want to get outside in the fresh air, and she had never been in a chariot. There hadn't been any chance, as she had thought they were only used by nobility. Even now, courage was not her strong suit, but she hoped to gain a little of it back, Now was the perfect time, as she wouldn't be alone.
"I accept. Besides, I've never been in a chariot." She smiled a little. "The weather is beautiful today, is it not?" She sighed with the release of tension as she imagined how nice the sun and breeze would feel on her skin. It was good to breathe fresh air sometimes. Indeed, she felt that sometimes, her head was more clear on the rare occasions that she did.
She felt bad for having to leave Aneksi with the priestesses and acolytes again, but today was her birthday. She may as well enjoy it.
She was nearly ready, just needing the ceremonial shawl she wore. It was not that today was a feast day of some sort, but that as of right now, it was her only option to remain veiled with. There were times when she was concerned about how sheer the veils were compared to the mizpahaths back home, especially when trying to feel that she would be safe enough from detection by her former master in public. But she tried to push the worry from her mind because she had no choice but to wear it today.
After making sure it was tightly secured- although she wore it around her shoulders on ceremonial occasions, not her head- she waited for him to lead the way to his chariot. "Lead on, Nehesi."
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Nafretiri did want to get outside in the fresh air, and she had never been in a chariot. There hadn't been any chance, as she had thought they were only used by nobility. Even now, courage was not her strong suit, but she hoped to gain a little of it back, Now was the perfect time, as she wouldn't be alone.
"I accept. Besides, I've never been in a chariot." She smiled a little. "The weather is beautiful today, is it not?" She sighed with the release of tension as she imagined how nice the sun and breeze would feel on her skin. It was good to breathe fresh air sometimes. Indeed, she felt that sometimes, her head was more clear on the rare occasions that she did.
She felt bad for having to leave Aneksi with the priestesses and acolytes again, but today was her birthday. She may as well enjoy it.
She was nearly ready, just needing the ceremonial shawl she wore. It was not that today was a feast day of some sort, but that as of right now, it was her only option to remain veiled with. There were times when she was concerned about how sheer the veils were compared to the mizpahaths back home, especially when trying to feel that she would be safe enough from detection by her former master in public. But she tried to push the worry from her mind because she had no choice but to wear it today.
After making sure it was tightly secured- although she wore it around her shoulders on ceremonial occasions, not her head- she waited for him to lead the way to his chariot. "Lead on, Nehesi."
Nafretiri did want to get outside in the fresh air, and she had never been in a chariot. There hadn't been any chance, as she had thought they were only used by nobility. Even now, courage was not her strong suit, but she hoped to gain a little of it back, Now was the perfect time, as she wouldn't be alone.
"I accept. Besides, I've never been in a chariot." She smiled a little. "The weather is beautiful today, is it not?" She sighed with the release of tension as she imagined how nice the sun and breeze would feel on her skin. It was good to breathe fresh air sometimes. Indeed, she felt that sometimes, her head was more clear on the rare occasions that she did.
She felt bad for having to leave Aneksi with the priestesses and acolytes again, but today was her birthday. She may as well enjoy it.
She was nearly ready, just needing the ceremonial shawl she wore. It was not that today was a feast day of some sort, but that as of right now, it was her only option to remain veiled with. There were times when she was concerned about how sheer the veils were compared to the mizpahaths back home, especially when trying to feel that she would be safe enough from detection by her former master in public. But she tried to push the worry from her mind because she had no choice but to wear it today.
After making sure it was tightly secured- although she wore it around her shoulders on ceremonial occasions, not her head- she waited for him to lead the way to his chariot. "Lead on, Nehesi."
