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With four children under her belt, Kahi was never one to reject sleep when it came. Sadly however, sleep was a scarce resource when one had four children all under the age of ten to care for, and by the time dawn had cracked on the horizon, she had been up for close to an hour trying to get Astekhu to return to sleep. The young boy had finally succumbed to sleep just a few minutes ago, but her two oldest decided to choose that time to wake up, and with a fed up grunt, Kahi had parked Astekhu's sleeping form with her father, before giving upon getting anymore sleep for the day as she exited the room she shared with her husband, cautioning her two to shush.
"You know tante Mayet is asleep still you two, hush." she hissed at them, amidst their clamors of being hungry, as she quickly rounded them up to head into the kitchen of clay and concrete. It was simple and serviceable, but of a size large enough that Kahi could move about in her preparation for the morning meal without tripping over two over-eager, growing boys who seemed to be perpetually hungry. Sometimes she wondered if they would start eating the furniture if she was late in feeding them.
Heating up some bread over the fire, she grabbed a few pieces of fruit, slicing up some watermelon and figs and adding it to a bowl with preserved dates, before adding that to the table. The woman shook her head when she saw the two boys had already devoured half the bread, rolling her eyes as she headed to get more. "Don't finish everything, or your father will have you for breakfast instead." she warned playfully, even if they all knew Khufu would hardly do that. He would move the world for his children, and would most likely just head out to get more.
Grabbing a bucket of water on her way back in, despite her growling stomach as she grounded the beans and added the spices to make a sort of dip for the bread, Kahi would likely only eat when everyone else had awakened, and was at the table for the meal. It was a simple habit she had, finding joy from sharing a meal with others... and not two hungry ghouls currently devouring much of the food she had laid out for breakfast.
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With four children under her belt, Kahi was never one to reject sleep when it came. Sadly however, sleep was a scarce resource when one had four children all under the age of ten to care for, and by the time dawn had cracked on the horizon, she had been up for close to an hour trying to get Astekhu to return to sleep. The young boy had finally succumbed to sleep just a few minutes ago, but her two oldest decided to choose that time to wake up, and with a fed up grunt, Kahi had parked Astekhu's sleeping form with her father, before giving upon getting anymore sleep for the day as she exited the room she shared with her husband, cautioning her two to shush.
"You know tante Mayet is asleep still you two, hush." she hissed at them, amidst their clamors of being hungry, as she quickly rounded them up to head into the kitchen of clay and concrete. It was simple and serviceable, but of a size large enough that Kahi could move about in her preparation for the morning meal without tripping over two over-eager, growing boys who seemed to be perpetually hungry. Sometimes she wondered if they would start eating the furniture if she was late in feeding them.
Heating up some bread over the fire, she grabbed a few pieces of fruit, slicing up some watermelon and figs and adding it to a bowl with preserved dates, before adding that to the table. The woman shook her head when she saw the two boys had already devoured half the bread, rolling her eyes as she headed to get more. "Don't finish everything, or your father will have you for breakfast instead." she warned playfully, even if they all knew Khufu would hardly do that. He would move the world for his children, and would most likely just head out to get more.
Grabbing a bucket of water on her way back in, despite her growling stomach as she grounded the beans and added the spices to make a sort of dip for the bread, Kahi would likely only eat when everyone else had awakened, and was at the table for the meal. It was a simple habit she had, finding joy from sharing a meal with others... and not two hungry ghouls currently devouring much of the food she had laid out for breakfast.
With four children under her belt, Kahi was never one to reject sleep when it came. Sadly however, sleep was a scarce resource when one had four children all under the age of ten to care for, and by the time dawn had cracked on the horizon, she had been up for close to an hour trying to get Astekhu to return to sleep. The young boy had finally succumbed to sleep just a few minutes ago, but her two oldest decided to choose that time to wake up, and with a fed up grunt, Kahi had parked Astekhu's sleeping form with her father, before giving upon getting anymore sleep for the day as she exited the room she shared with her husband, cautioning her two to shush.
"You know tante Mayet is asleep still you two, hush." she hissed at them, amidst their clamors of being hungry, as she quickly rounded them up to head into the kitchen of clay and concrete. It was simple and serviceable, but of a size large enough that Kahi could move about in her preparation for the morning meal without tripping over two over-eager, growing boys who seemed to be perpetually hungry. Sometimes she wondered if they would start eating the furniture if she was late in feeding them.
Heating up some bread over the fire, she grabbed a few pieces of fruit, slicing up some watermelon and figs and adding it to a bowl with preserved dates, before adding that to the table. The woman shook her head when she saw the two boys had already devoured half the bread, rolling her eyes as she headed to get more. "Don't finish everything, or your father will have you for breakfast instead." she warned playfully, even if they all knew Khufu would hardly do that. He would move the world for his children, and would most likely just head out to get more.
Grabbing a bucket of water on her way back in, despite her growling stomach as she grounded the beans and added the spices to make a sort of dip for the bread, Kahi would likely only eat when everyone else had awakened, and was at the table for the meal. It was a simple habit she had, finding joy from sharing a meal with others... and not two hungry ghouls currently devouring much of the food she had laid out for breakfast.
Mayet had woken to the sounds of Kahi trying to shush the children. For a few moments, she lay on the small bed and stared up at the low ceiling, feeling like she had woken up in a different time and place. Khufu and Kahi’s home was comfortable, lived in. But it was so far removed from the luxury of the H’Moghadam saraaya. The linens felt scratchy beneath her skin, the walls were bare and missing the rich fabrics that hung in her and Oso’s bedchamber. Stretching her arms above her head, Mayet was reminded how much her life had changed.
Hearing her friend scolding the children again, she pushed from the bed and splashed water on her face from the basin left for such a purpose. Using her index finger, she chased away the remnants of the kohl that had darkened her eyes the night before and twisted the dark length of her hair into a knot at the nape of her neck. She wished she had something more simple than the kalisari she had worn the night before. Still, She did at least forgo the numerous gold bangles and bracelets she had worn, sweeping them into her bag with a clatter before she moved out into the central area of her friends home.
The sweet scene of domesticity; the fire and the children clamouring for the food that Kahi was laying out, it brought a soft smile to Mayet’s face. Sometimes she found herself envious of Kahi for that. Blessed as she was to have found her way into Oso’s arms, there were moments where she let herself imagine a child of theirs running around the saraaya, getting under her feet and pestering Oso to be swept up in his huge arms. He would be a good father; she just knew it. But then she would remember that the scene would not be the same should he finally cave to his grandfather’s designs and take a wife. And Mayet did not want a child of hers to be lesser than one he might share with another woman. It became another one of the dreams that she did not let herself dwell on.
“Good morning Kahi, boys. I hope you are not giving your mother too much trouble already?”
Mayet wandered over to where her friend was already busy - Kahi had busy hands, was always doing something, she thought - and peered into the basin where the beans and spice were ground. It was not a task that often fell to Mayet, the slaves would do it, but she remembered the process well enough from the years gone before.
“Can I help?” she asked, slanting a questioning glance at her friend. It would be like old times sake, when she had been round-bellied and sharing the work of the house with Kahi. So many years ago now.
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Mayet had woken to the sounds of Kahi trying to shush the children. For a few moments, she lay on the small bed and stared up at the low ceiling, feeling like she had woken up in a different time and place. Khufu and Kahi’s home was comfortable, lived in. But it was so far removed from the luxury of the H’Moghadam saraaya. The linens felt scratchy beneath her skin, the walls were bare and missing the rich fabrics that hung in her and Oso’s bedchamber. Stretching her arms above her head, Mayet was reminded how much her life had changed.
Hearing her friend scolding the children again, she pushed from the bed and splashed water on her face from the basin left for such a purpose. Using her index finger, she chased away the remnants of the kohl that had darkened her eyes the night before and twisted the dark length of her hair into a knot at the nape of her neck. She wished she had something more simple than the kalisari she had worn the night before. Still, She did at least forgo the numerous gold bangles and bracelets she had worn, sweeping them into her bag with a clatter before she moved out into the central area of her friends home.
The sweet scene of domesticity; the fire and the children clamouring for the food that Kahi was laying out, it brought a soft smile to Mayet’s face. Sometimes she found herself envious of Kahi for that. Blessed as she was to have found her way into Oso’s arms, there were moments where she let herself imagine a child of theirs running around the saraaya, getting under her feet and pestering Oso to be swept up in his huge arms. He would be a good father; she just knew it. But then she would remember that the scene would not be the same should he finally cave to his grandfather’s designs and take a wife. And Mayet did not want a child of hers to be lesser than one he might share with another woman. It became another one of the dreams that she did not let herself dwell on.
“Good morning Kahi, boys. I hope you are not giving your mother too much trouble already?”
Mayet wandered over to where her friend was already busy - Kahi had busy hands, was always doing something, she thought - and peered into the basin where the beans and spice were ground. It was not a task that often fell to Mayet, the slaves would do it, but she remembered the process well enough from the years gone before.
“Can I help?” she asked, slanting a questioning glance at her friend. It would be like old times sake, when she had been round-bellied and sharing the work of the house with Kahi. So many years ago now.
Mayet had woken to the sounds of Kahi trying to shush the children. For a few moments, she lay on the small bed and stared up at the low ceiling, feeling like she had woken up in a different time and place. Khufu and Kahi’s home was comfortable, lived in. But it was so far removed from the luxury of the H’Moghadam saraaya. The linens felt scratchy beneath her skin, the walls were bare and missing the rich fabrics that hung in her and Oso’s bedchamber. Stretching her arms above her head, Mayet was reminded how much her life had changed.
Hearing her friend scolding the children again, she pushed from the bed and splashed water on her face from the basin left for such a purpose. Using her index finger, she chased away the remnants of the kohl that had darkened her eyes the night before and twisted the dark length of her hair into a knot at the nape of her neck. She wished she had something more simple than the kalisari she had worn the night before. Still, She did at least forgo the numerous gold bangles and bracelets she had worn, sweeping them into her bag with a clatter before she moved out into the central area of her friends home.
The sweet scene of domesticity; the fire and the children clamouring for the food that Kahi was laying out, it brought a soft smile to Mayet’s face. Sometimes she found herself envious of Kahi for that. Blessed as she was to have found her way into Oso’s arms, there were moments where she let herself imagine a child of theirs running around the saraaya, getting under her feet and pestering Oso to be swept up in his huge arms. He would be a good father; she just knew it. But then she would remember that the scene would not be the same should he finally cave to his grandfather’s designs and take a wife. And Mayet did not want a child of hers to be lesser than one he might share with another woman. It became another one of the dreams that she did not let herself dwell on.
“Good morning Kahi, boys. I hope you are not giving your mother too much trouble already?”
Mayet wandered over to where her friend was already busy - Kahi had busy hands, was always doing something, she thought - and peered into the basin where the beans and spice were ground. It was not a task that often fell to Mayet, the slaves would do it, but she remembered the process well enough from the years gone before.
“Can I help?” she asked, slanting a questioning glance at her friend. It would be like old times sake, when she had been round-bellied and sharing the work of the house with Kahi. So many years ago now.
Sometimes, it felt as if she'd never have enough food to feed her growing brood of four. Tef-Amun was just about the age where she was getting to becoming a black hole just like her two older brothers, and Kahi often got odd looks at the market when she lugged home two gunny sacks full of food. Did she used to eat this much at their age? She couldn't remember, but then again she had seven other siblings, so she was pretty sure she was eating her parents out of house and home together with her siblings.
Her own relationship with her siblings had been strained however, much of it to do with the fact that they somehow needed to fight for survival far more then they could spend the time to bond as children of the same parents. With her experience, Kahi was determined her children would not have the same, and did her best to provide the best she could for them all, so all they needed to focus on was growing up and being with each other as children.
In a way however, she had been lucky to meet Mayet. Her friend filled the spot of a sister the way Kahi had never been able to speak to her own, and while she could not condone relationships the way Mayet had one with her general, neither would she ever tell Mayet so. It was her friend's choice, and as long as Mayet was happy, Kahi would stand by her decision. She could not say the same should Mayet come to her crying one day, and would likely give Khufu an aneurysm by marching up to the steps of the general in Egypt to demand revenge if he broke her friend's heart... but they'll deal with it when the time came.
"They're always giving me trouble." she murmured, but her smile and good-natured roll of her eyes when Djoser and Neferu protested through their full mouths showed she merely teased, even as she gently thwacked both their heads and reminded them to not spray food all over the clean kitchen surfaces if they spoke with their mouths full.
Turning to Mayet when she offered help, Kahi raised her brows, and gave a short but questioning look to her hands. She knew she had to keep the smooth, clean... did the general like her hands smooth? But if Mayet offered, Kahi was unlikely to say no. It wasn't as if Mayet couldn't work. She had been a blessing when she had been pregnant with their second child and Khufu hadn't been around... and of course, blessing them with Djoser, but that was a topic neither woman often spoke of. Kahi loved Djoser just as if she had gave birth to the boy on her own, and would never have it otherwise.
Stil, she couldn't help but wonder if Mayet missed her son.
"As long as your general doesn't complain I've roughened your hands up." she teased, handing over the granite club-shaped pestle, and stood aside so Mayet could stand over the mortar she used to grind the beans, herbs, spices with water to make the dip. Instead, Kahi turned to the cabinet where she kept the curing meats, not one to stand idle even as she made conversation with one eye on the two boys who eagerly awaited the paste to be finished under their Aunt Mayet's hands. "And you? How have you been, ibib? You've been busy, I think, since I've hardly seen you." she commented with a teasing smile at her friend.
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Sometimes, it felt as if she'd never have enough food to feed her growing brood of four. Tef-Amun was just about the age where she was getting to becoming a black hole just like her two older brothers, and Kahi often got odd looks at the market when she lugged home two gunny sacks full of food. Did she used to eat this much at their age? She couldn't remember, but then again she had seven other siblings, so she was pretty sure she was eating her parents out of house and home together with her siblings.
Her own relationship with her siblings had been strained however, much of it to do with the fact that they somehow needed to fight for survival far more then they could spend the time to bond as children of the same parents. With her experience, Kahi was determined her children would not have the same, and did her best to provide the best she could for them all, so all they needed to focus on was growing up and being with each other as children.
In a way however, she had been lucky to meet Mayet. Her friend filled the spot of a sister the way Kahi had never been able to speak to her own, and while she could not condone relationships the way Mayet had one with her general, neither would she ever tell Mayet so. It was her friend's choice, and as long as Mayet was happy, Kahi would stand by her decision. She could not say the same should Mayet come to her crying one day, and would likely give Khufu an aneurysm by marching up to the steps of the general in Egypt to demand revenge if he broke her friend's heart... but they'll deal with it when the time came.
"They're always giving me trouble." she murmured, but her smile and good-natured roll of her eyes when Djoser and Neferu protested through their full mouths showed she merely teased, even as she gently thwacked both their heads and reminded them to not spray food all over the clean kitchen surfaces if they spoke with their mouths full.
Turning to Mayet when she offered help, Kahi raised her brows, and gave a short but questioning look to her hands. She knew she had to keep the smooth, clean... did the general like her hands smooth? But if Mayet offered, Kahi was unlikely to say no. It wasn't as if Mayet couldn't work. She had been a blessing when she had been pregnant with their second child and Khufu hadn't been around... and of course, blessing them with Djoser, but that was a topic neither woman often spoke of. Kahi loved Djoser just as if she had gave birth to the boy on her own, and would never have it otherwise.
Stil, she couldn't help but wonder if Mayet missed her son.
"As long as your general doesn't complain I've roughened your hands up." she teased, handing over the granite club-shaped pestle, and stood aside so Mayet could stand over the mortar she used to grind the beans, herbs, spices with water to make the dip. Instead, Kahi turned to the cabinet where she kept the curing meats, not one to stand idle even as she made conversation with one eye on the two boys who eagerly awaited the paste to be finished under their Aunt Mayet's hands. "And you? How have you been, ibib? You've been busy, I think, since I've hardly seen you." she commented with a teasing smile at her friend.
Sometimes, it felt as if she'd never have enough food to feed her growing brood of four. Tef-Amun was just about the age where she was getting to becoming a black hole just like her two older brothers, and Kahi often got odd looks at the market when she lugged home two gunny sacks full of food. Did she used to eat this much at their age? She couldn't remember, but then again she had seven other siblings, so she was pretty sure she was eating her parents out of house and home together with her siblings.
Her own relationship with her siblings had been strained however, much of it to do with the fact that they somehow needed to fight for survival far more then they could spend the time to bond as children of the same parents. With her experience, Kahi was determined her children would not have the same, and did her best to provide the best she could for them all, so all they needed to focus on was growing up and being with each other as children.
In a way however, she had been lucky to meet Mayet. Her friend filled the spot of a sister the way Kahi had never been able to speak to her own, and while she could not condone relationships the way Mayet had one with her general, neither would she ever tell Mayet so. It was her friend's choice, and as long as Mayet was happy, Kahi would stand by her decision. She could not say the same should Mayet come to her crying one day, and would likely give Khufu an aneurysm by marching up to the steps of the general in Egypt to demand revenge if he broke her friend's heart... but they'll deal with it when the time came.
"They're always giving me trouble." she murmured, but her smile and good-natured roll of her eyes when Djoser and Neferu protested through their full mouths showed she merely teased, even as she gently thwacked both their heads and reminded them to not spray food all over the clean kitchen surfaces if they spoke with their mouths full.
Turning to Mayet when she offered help, Kahi raised her brows, and gave a short but questioning look to her hands. She knew she had to keep the smooth, clean... did the general like her hands smooth? But if Mayet offered, Kahi was unlikely to say no. It wasn't as if Mayet couldn't work. She had been a blessing when she had been pregnant with their second child and Khufu hadn't been around... and of course, blessing them with Djoser, but that was a topic neither woman often spoke of. Kahi loved Djoser just as if she had gave birth to the boy on her own, and would never have it otherwise.
Stil, she couldn't help but wonder if Mayet missed her son.
"As long as your general doesn't complain I've roughened your hands up." she teased, handing over the granite club-shaped pestle, and stood aside so Mayet could stand over the mortar she used to grind the beans, herbs, spices with water to make the dip. Instead, Kahi turned to the cabinet where she kept the curing meats, not one to stand idle even as she made conversation with one eye on the two boys who eagerly awaited the paste to be finished under their Aunt Mayet's hands. "And you? How have you been, ibib? You've been busy, I think, since I've hardly seen you." she commented with a teasing smile at her friend.
Mayet could hardly blame her friend for the doubtful look she shot her at the offer of help. It wasn’t like she had ever been fond of the domestic chores she had grown up with. She had done everything in her power to escape that life, after all. But here, with Kahi and the children, it felt easy to slip back into that time before Oso and the different world he had elevated her into.
‘As long as your general doesn't complain I've roughened your hands up.’
Mayet snorted at that. “He’s far away and will be for some time. Besides, how long do you think I am going to be here grinding up beans? Callouses don’t form so quickly.”
She stepped forwards to take over the task, the pestle a reassuring weight in her hand, the repetitive motion somehow soothing. She had let herself fall into the rhythm of it, her thoughts drifting so that when Kahi spoke again, Mayet turned her dark eyes toward her in surprise, gazing at her a long moment before she sighed.
It was always hard for her, that time before she knew Osorsen would be gone from her. A time when she wanted to steal every moment with him that she could, enough to see her through the long months where the bed would feel too large, too empty and too cold without him. But at the same time, it made it doubly hard to say goodbye, and Mayet could never decide what was better; to soak him up and deal with the hurt when he was gone, or to try and ready herself before the fact, build up the walls around her silly heart again.
“You would think I would be used to his comings and goings by now” she confessed with a dull sort of smile. “But it does not get any easier. And then when he is here” Mayet paused long enough to slide her gaze over to the children and make sure they weren’t listening. “ I think will it be this time? Will it be this party where he chooses one of those women to make his bride. I shouldn’t complain, I know. I would not say to anyone else.”
Mayet despised self-pity hated hearing the echoes of it in her own voice as she spoke, and the pestle thumped noisily into the beans. She had everything she’d ever wanted in Osorsen. A home, gems and silks that she would only have dreamed of as a girl. But Mayet had also learnt that perhaps she hadn’t wanted anything more only because she hadn’t known it existed. Having her place in Oso’s bed was not the same as being able to call him her own.
She pressed her lips together in a moue of dissatisfaction. Osorsen Senior might appreciate her running around after him and listening to his stories in the gardens of an afternoon, but he would still not see her as a fitting match for his grandson. She changed the subject abruptly.
“But what of you? How is Khufu’s business? Do you have everything you need for the little ones?”
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Mayet could hardly blame her friend for the doubtful look she shot her at the offer of help. It wasn’t like she had ever been fond of the domestic chores she had grown up with. She had done everything in her power to escape that life, after all. But here, with Kahi and the children, it felt easy to slip back into that time before Oso and the different world he had elevated her into.
‘As long as your general doesn't complain I've roughened your hands up.’
Mayet snorted at that. “He’s far away and will be for some time. Besides, how long do you think I am going to be here grinding up beans? Callouses don’t form so quickly.”
She stepped forwards to take over the task, the pestle a reassuring weight in her hand, the repetitive motion somehow soothing. She had let herself fall into the rhythm of it, her thoughts drifting so that when Kahi spoke again, Mayet turned her dark eyes toward her in surprise, gazing at her a long moment before she sighed.
It was always hard for her, that time before she knew Osorsen would be gone from her. A time when she wanted to steal every moment with him that she could, enough to see her through the long months where the bed would feel too large, too empty and too cold without him. But at the same time, it made it doubly hard to say goodbye, and Mayet could never decide what was better; to soak him up and deal with the hurt when he was gone, or to try and ready herself before the fact, build up the walls around her silly heart again.
“You would think I would be used to his comings and goings by now” she confessed with a dull sort of smile. “But it does not get any easier. And then when he is here” Mayet paused long enough to slide her gaze over to the children and make sure they weren’t listening. “ I think will it be this time? Will it be this party where he chooses one of those women to make his bride. I shouldn’t complain, I know. I would not say to anyone else.”
Mayet despised self-pity hated hearing the echoes of it in her own voice as she spoke, and the pestle thumped noisily into the beans. She had everything she’d ever wanted in Osorsen. A home, gems and silks that she would only have dreamed of as a girl. But Mayet had also learnt that perhaps she hadn’t wanted anything more only because she hadn’t known it existed. Having her place in Oso’s bed was not the same as being able to call him her own.
She pressed her lips together in a moue of dissatisfaction. Osorsen Senior might appreciate her running around after him and listening to his stories in the gardens of an afternoon, but he would still not see her as a fitting match for his grandson. She changed the subject abruptly.
“But what of you? How is Khufu’s business? Do you have everything you need for the little ones?”
Mayet could hardly blame her friend for the doubtful look she shot her at the offer of help. It wasn’t like she had ever been fond of the domestic chores she had grown up with. She had done everything in her power to escape that life, after all. But here, with Kahi and the children, it felt easy to slip back into that time before Oso and the different world he had elevated her into.
‘As long as your general doesn't complain I've roughened your hands up.’
Mayet snorted at that. “He’s far away and will be for some time. Besides, how long do you think I am going to be here grinding up beans? Callouses don’t form so quickly.”
She stepped forwards to take over the task, the pestle a reassuring weight in her hand, the repetitive motion somehow soothing. She had let herself fall into the rhythm of it, her thoughts drifting so that when Kahi spoke again, Mayet turned her dark eyes toward her in surprise, gazing at her a long moment before she sighed.
It was always hard for her, that time before she knew Osorsen would be gone from her. A time when she wanted to steal every moment with him that she could, enough to see her through the long months where the bed would feel too large, too empty and too cold without him. But at the same time, it made it doubly hard to say goodbye, and Mayet could never decide what was better; to soak him up and deal with the hurt when he was gone, or to try and ready herself before the fact, build up the walls around her silly heart again.
“You would think I would be used to his comings and goings by now” she confessed with a dull sort of smile. “But it does not get any easier. And then when he is here” Mayet paused long enough to slide her gaze over to the children and make sure they weren’t listening. “ I think will it be this time? Will it be this party where he chooses one of those women to make his bride. I shouldn’t complain, I know. I would not say to anyone else.”
Mayet despised self-pity hated hearing the echoes of it in her own voice as she spoke, and the pestle thumped noisily into the beans. She had everything she’d ever wanted in Osorsen. A home, gems and silks that she would only have dreamed of as a girl. But Mayet had also learnt that perhaps she hadn’t wanted anything more only because she hadn’t known it existed. Having her place in Oso’s bed was not the same as being able to call him her own.
She pressed her lips together in a moue of dissatisfaction. Osorsen Senior might appreciate her running around after him and listening to his stories in the gardens of an afternoon, but he would still not see her as a fitting match for his grandson. She changed the subject abruptly.
“But what of you? How is Khufu’s business? Do you have everything you need for the little ones?”
If Kahi let herself imagine, she could think of their relationship as a very normal one - and honestly, for the most part it was. They were friends far before that fateful night of Djoser's birth afterall, and Kahi could never imagine Mayet to want anything but the best for her. Yet sometimes as she looked upon the face of the boy she had taken in as her son, she couldn't help but wonder if they should tell him one day. Afterall, whilst he luckily looked like much of his siblings, they could not deny the idea that he may find out one day.
"I couldn't imagine going through what you go through, Mayet. I...." her heart lurched at the idea of Khufu being with anyone else. That first day she had entered his house when she had arrived in Egypt, and found another woman in his house, had been bad enough. Khufu was loyally hers, Kahi was very clear and confident in that fact, yet the mere idea of it being otherwise would be enough to strike terror in her heart. How unfair was it, that the livelihood of a woman depended entirely upon the man she chose to tie her name with?
"Khufu is fine, or as much as he tells me anyhow." she said in a sarcastic amusement. They knew Khufu wouldn't tell Kahi even if there was any problems, largely because it was normal for him to not want to worry Kahi, and to try and solve everything by himself. Kahi suspected it had much to do with male ego too, but far be it from her to question. "The kids are well taken care of, far too pampered by their father." she murmured with a roll of her eyes as she nudged Mayet to pick up the grinded beans, sprinkling spices and melted butter into it, before vigorously stirring it to make the dip.
"I.... Khufu loves Djoser, you know. He..." Doesn't know. But of course her husband didn't. Only she and Mayet knew, and she had never spoken to Khufu about it, and she doubted Mayet would without her expressed permission, and would tell her immediately had it slipped out. Up till today, she still thought of the child she lost with much regret and fear, and each day whenever she put Djoser to sleep, the fear would mount. Would Khufu be angry if he found out? Would he reject Djoser? It was the latter that made her deny wanting to tell her husband even more as they grew up. A part of her doubted her husband would ever do that. Kahi had fell in love with his kind heart afterall... but she had seen far too many of such things in Judea, the family honor worth more then the life of an innocent child, and Kahi was unwilling to risk Djoser. "Do you miss him, your son?" she finally asked in a soft murmur, likely one of the first times she had referred to Djoser as a child borne from Mayet, and not her.
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If Kahi let herself imagine, she could think of their relationship as a very normal one - and honestly, for the most part it was. They were friends far before that fateful night of Djoser's birth afterall, and Kahi could never imagine Mayet to want anything but the best for her. Yet sometimes as she looked upon the face of the boy she had taken in as her son, she couldn't help but wonder if they should tell him one day. Afterall, whilst he luckily looked like much of his siblings, they could not deny the idea that he may find out one day.
"I couldn't imagine going through what you go through, Mayet. I...." her heart lurched at the idea of Khufu being with anyone else. That first day she had entered his house when she had arrived in Egypt, and found another woman in his house, had been bad enough. Khufu was loyally hers, Kahi was very clear and confident in that fact, yet the mere idea of it being otherwise would be enough to strike terror in her heart. How unfair was it, that the livelihood of a woman depended entirely upon the man she chose to tie her name with?
"Khufu is fine, or as much as he tells me anyhow." she said in a sarcastic amusement. They knew Khufu wouldn't tell Kahi even if there was any problems, largely because it was normal for him to not want to worry Kahi, and to try and solve everything by himself. Kahi suspected it had much to do with male ego too, but far be it from her to question. "The kids are well taken care of, far too pampered by their father." she murmured with a roll of her eyes as she nudged Mayet to pick up the grinded beans, sprinkling spices and melted butter into it, before vigorously stirring it to make the dip.
"I.... Khufu loves Djoser, you know. He..." Doesn't know. But of course her husband didn't. Only she and Mayet knew, and she had never spoken to Khufu about it, and she doubted Mayet would without her expressed permission, and would tell her immediately had it slipped out. Up till today, she still thought of the child she lost with much regret and fear, and each day whenever she put Djoser to sleep, the fear would mount. Would Khufu be angry if he found out? Would he reject Djoser? It was the latter that made her deny wanting to tell her husband even more as they grew up. A part of her doubted her husband would ever do that. Kahi had fell in love with his kind heart afterall... but she had seen far too many of such things in Judea, the family honor worth more then the life of an innocent child, and Kahi was unwilling to risk Djoser. "Do you miss him, your son?" she finally asked in a soft murmur, likely one of the first times she had referred to Djoser as a child borne from Mayet, and not her.
If Kahi let herself imagine, she could think of their relationship as a very normal one - and honestly, for the most part it was. They were friends far before that fateful night of Djoser's birth afterall, and Kahi could never imagine Mayet to want anything but the best for her. Yet sometimes as she looked upon the face of the boy she had taken in as her son, she couldn't help but wonder if they should tell him one day. Afterall, whilst he luckily looked like much of his siblings, they could not deny the idea that he may find out one day.
"I couldn't imagine going through what you go through, Mayet. I...." her heart lurched at the idea of Khufu being with anyone else. That first day she had entered his house when she had arrived in Egypt, and found another woman in his house, had been bad enough. Khufu was loyally hers, Kahi was very clear and confident in that fact, yet the mere idea of it being otherwise would be enough to strike terror in her heart. How unfair was it, that the livelihood of a woman depended entirely upon the man she chose to tie her name with?
"Khufu is fine, or as much as he tells me anyhow." she said in a sarcastic amusement. They knew Khufu wouldn't tell Kahi even if there was any problems, largely because it was normal for him to not want to worry Kahi, and to try and solve everything by himself. Kahi suspected it had much to do with male ego too, but far be it from her to question. "The kids are well taken care of, far too pampered by their father." she murmured with a roll of her eyes as she nudged Mayet to pick up the grinded beans, sprinkling spices and melted butter into it, before vigorously stirring it to make the dip.
"I.... Khufu loves Djoser, you know. He..." Doesn't know. But of course her husband didn't. Only she and Mayet knew, and she had never spoken to Khufu about it, and she doubted Mayet would without her expressed permission, and would tell her immediately had it slipped out. Up till today, she still thought of the child she lost with much regret and fear, and each day whenever she put Djoser to sleep, the fear would mount. Would Khufu be angry if he found out? Would he reject Djoser? It was the latter that made her deny wanting to tell her husband even more as they grew up. A part of her doubted her husband would ever do that. Kahi had fell in love with his kind heart afterall... but she had seen far too many of such things in Judea, the family honor worth more then the life of an innocent child, and Kahi was unwilling to risk Djoser. "Do you miss him, your son?" she finally asked in a soft murmur, likely one of the first times she had referred to Djoser as a child borne from Mayet, and not her.
Mayet made no answer to Kahi’s murmurs of sympathy. She had known, after all, what she was getting herself into. Oso was everything and more than her foolish girlish aims had aspired toward. He gave her all that she asked for. That she wouldn’t speak the single thing she wanted more than all the rest...well that was on her shoulders not his. Mayet redirected the conversation without much finesse because she knew it would not end well. Kahi was her dear friend but her quiet disapproval of Mayet’s choices was an undercurrent to their relationship that she was always conscious of. It didn’t bother her, exactly, but Mayet would not let them linger on it, save it cause them both discomfort.
Talk of Khufu was much less likely to end in such, and Mayet could enjoy hearing her friend’s happiness even if she was not so certain of her own. Scooping the ground beans so that Kahi could add the butter and fragrant spices, Mayet held the dish whilst Kahi mixed the bean paste and flavourings up to make the dip. It smelled familiar, like home, and as she moved to set it on the table, Mayet wagged a warning finger at the two boys.
“Do not gobble it all before I get back!” she mock-scolded, before turning to help Kahi with the next task, pausing to look at her friend as she began to speak. It was a strange segue, of course Khufu loved Djoser, why would he not. Mayet found herself busying herself rinsing her hands in the water basin, wiping them dry in a linen cloth. It was as well she had her back to Kahi when her friend’s question came, for she did not see the way that the fabric was twisted abruptly in Mayet’s grasp.
Did she...miss him?
There had been times, after the birth, when Mayet felt as if part of her very self had been cut away. She’d not expected it, she hadn’t wanted a child, but it was as if her body knew, her heart knew, and she had cried herself to sleep for many nights. But that was years ago. And meeting Osorsen had been a sign that she had made the right choice, for he wouldnt have looked twice at her if he knew shed born some other man’s child. She didn’t understand why Kahi would ask her such a thing.
“He’s not my son.” she said, after a long pause, her voice quiet. “ You have been his mother in every way that matters. Why do you ask this?”
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Mayet made no answer to Kahi’s murmurs of sympathy. She had known, after all, what she was getting herself into. Oso was everything and more than her foolish girlish aims had aspired toward. He gave her all that she asked for. That she wouldn’t speak the single thing she wanted more than all the rest...well that was on her shoulders not his. Mayet redirected the conversation without much finesse because she knew it would not end well. Kahi was her dear friend but her quiet disapproval of Mayet’s choices was an undercurrent to their relationship that she was always conscious of. It didn’t bother her, exactly, but Mayet would not let them linger on it, save it cause them both discomfort.
Talk of Khufu was much less likely to end in such, and Mayet could enjoy hearing her friend’s happiness even if she was not so certain of her own. Scooping the ground beans so that Kahi could add the butter and fragrant spices, Mayet held the dish whilst Kahi mixed the bean paste and flavourings up to make the dip. It smelled familiar, like home, and as she moved to set it on the table, Mayet wagged a warning finger at the two boys.
“Do not gobble it all before I get back!” she mock-scolded, before turning to help Kahi with the next task, pausing to look at her friend as she began to speak. It was a strange segue, of course Khufu loved Djoser, why would he not. Mayet found herself busying herself rinsing her hands in the water basin, wiping them dry in a linen cloth. It was as well she had her back to Kahi when her friend’s question came, for she did not see the way that the fabric was twisted abruptly in Mayet’s grasp.
Did she...miss him?
There had been times, after the birth, when Mayet felt as if part of her very self had been cut away. She’d not expected it, she hadn’t wanted a child, but it was as if her body knew, her heart knew, and she had cried herself to sleep for many nights. But that was years ago. And meeting Osorsen had been a sign that she had made the right choice, for he wouldnt have looked twice at her if he knew shed born some other man’s child. She didn’t understand why Kahi would ask her such a thing.
“He’s not my son.” she said, after a long pause, her voice quiet. “ You have been his mother in every way that matters. Why do you ask this?”
Mayet made no answer to Kahi’s murmurs of sympathy. She had known, after all, what she was getting herself into. Oso was everything and more than her foolish girlish aims had aspired toward. He gave her all that she asked for. That she wouldn’t speak the single thing she wanted more than all the rest...well that was on her shoulders not his. Mayet redirected the conversation without much finesse because she knew it would not end well. Kahi was her dear friend but her quiet disapproval of Mayet’s choices was an undercurrent to their relationship that she was always conscious of. It didn’t bother her, exactly, but Mayet would not let them linger on it, save it cause them both discomfort.
Talk of Khufu was much less likely to end in such, and Mayet could enjoy hearing her friend’s happiness even if she was not so certain of her own. Scooping the ground beans so that Kahi could add the butter and fragrant spices, Mayet held the dish whilst Kahi mixed the bean paste and flavourings up to make the dip. It smelled familiar, like home, and as she moved to set it on the table, Mayet wagged a warning finger at the two boys.
“Do not gobble it all before I get back!” she mock-scolded, before turning to help Kahi with the next task, pausing to look at her friend as she began to speak. It was a strange segue, of course Khufu loved Djoser, why would he not. Mayet found herself busying herself rinsing her hands in the water basin, wiping them dry in a linen cloth. It was as well she had her back to Kahi when her friend’s question came, for she did not see the way that the fabric was twisted abruptly in Mayet’s grasp.
Did she...miss him?
There had been times, after the birth, when Mayet felt as if part of her very self had been cut away. She’d not expected it, she hadn’t wanted a child, but it was as if her body knew, her heart knew, and she had cried herself to sleep for many nights. But that was years ago. And meeting Osorsen had been a sign that she had made the right choice, for he wouldnt have looked twice at her if he knew shed born some other man’s child. She didn’t understand why Kahi would ask her such a thing.
“He’s not my son.” she said, after a long pause, her voice quiet. “ You have been his mother in every way that matters. Why do you ask this?”
Khufu was used to sleeping in most days, for the most part Kahi rose in the mornings and kept the children occupied while her husband slept off the wine from the night before. There were times when he would get up and let her sleep in for the day, but usually she seemed happy in her role as caregiver to their children.
While he could have been a better father and husband if he cut out the drinking and late nights, he had never heard a complaint from his wife. He was home (almost) every night, he provided a good life for them compared to a lot of common families, and he was faithful to Kahi completely. He might have had his vices, but there were husbands who were a lot worse than he was out there.
He had woken to hear voices from the kitchen downstairs, Mayet and Kahi talking. He couldn’t help but smile. He was glad that his wife had her, she had been a great friend to the woman he loved, and if anything she was part of their little family.
He planned on laying in bed a bit longer, but suddenly he was being climbed on by his black cat, bright yellow eyes staring down at him as she sat on his chest.
“Alright, alright. Lets go.” He said, the cat stepped off of him and headed to the kitchen, it was past her breakfast time and she was offended that she had not yet been fed.
He stood from the bed and dressed himself quickly, his hair sticking up from sleep and likely to stay that way all day. Unless Kahi fixed it for him, Khufu wasn’t likely to do it himself.
As he quietly made his way to the kitchen, he couldn’t help but overhear what his wife and Mayet had said, and his brows furrowed, stepping around the corner into their view, he spoke.
“Mayet has a child?” He questioned. He had never heard of such things, and it hadn’t sounded like any sort of a joke. Their tones had been serious as far as he could tell, and now he was very curious and very confused. He would have thought that if something like that was true, he would have known. His gaze moved between the women as he waited for one of them to answer him.
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Khufu was used to sleeping in most days, for the most part Kahi rose in the mornings and kept the children occupied while her husband slept off the wine from the night before. There were times when he would get up and let her sleep in for the day, but usually she seemed happy in her role as caregiver to their children.
While he could have been a better father and husband if he cut out the drinking and late nights, he had never heard a complaint from his wife. He was home (almost) every night, he provided a good life for them compared to a lot of common families, and he was faithful to Kahi completely. He might have had his vices, but there were husbands who were a lot worse than he was out there.
He had woken to hear voices from the kitchen downstairs, Mayet and Kahi talking. He couldn’t help but smile. He was glad that his wife had her, she had been a great friend to the woman he loved, and if anything she was part of their little family.
He planned on laying in bed a bit longer, but suddenly he was being climbed on by his black cat, bright yellow eyes staring down at him as she sat on his chest.
“Alright, alright. Lets go.” He said, the cat stepped off of him and headed to the kitchen, it was past her breakfast time and she was offended that she had not yet been fed.
He stood from the bed and dressed himself quickly, his hair sticking up from sleep and likely to stay that way all day. Unless Kahi fixed it for him, Khufu wasn’t likely to do it himself.
As he quietly made his way to the kitchen, he couldn’t help but overhear what his wife and Mayet had said, and his brows furrowed, stepping around the corner into their view, he spoke.
“Mayet has a child?” He questioned. He had never heard of such things, and it hadn’t sounded like any sort of a joke. Their tones had been serious as far as he could tell, and now he was very curious and very confused. He would have thought that if something like that was true, he would have known. His gaze moved between the women as he waited for one of them to answer him.
Khufu was used to sleeping in most days, for the most part Kahi rose in the mornings and kept the children occupied while her husband slept off the wine from the night before. There were times when he would get up and let her sleep in for the day, but usually she seemed happy in her role as caregiver to their children.
While he could have been a better father and husband if he cut out the drinking and late nights, he had never heard a complaint from his wife. He was home (almost) every night, he provided a good life for them compared to a lot of common families, and he was faithful to Kahi completely. He might have had his vices, but there were husbands who were a lot worse than he was out there.
He had woken to hear voices from the kitchen downstairs, Mayet and Kahi talking. He couldn’t help but smile. He was glad that his wife had her, she had been a great friend to the woman he loved, and if anything she was part of their little family.
He planned on laying in bed a bit longer, but suddenly he was being climbed on by his black cat, bright yellow eyes staring down at him as she sat on his chest.
“Alright, alright. Lets go.” He said, the cat stepped off of him and headed to the kitchen, it was past her breakfast time and she was offended that she had not yet been fed.
He stood from the bed and dressed himself quickly, his hair sticking up from sleep and likely to stay that way all day. Unless Kahi fixed it for him, Khufu wasn’t likely to do it himself.
As he quietly made his way to the kitchen, he couldn’t help but overhear what his wife and Mayet had said, and his brows furrowed, stepping around the corner into their view, he spoke.
“Mayet has a child?” He questioned. He had never heard of such things, and it hadn’t sounded like any sort of a joke. Their tones had been serious as far as he could tell, and now he was very curious and very confused. He would have thought that if something like that was true, he would have known. His gaze moved between the women as he waited for one of them to answer him.
That Mayet would actually say out loud that Djoser wasn't her son, Kahi found it surprisingly painful, although who she felt the pain for, she wasn't sure. Was it for Mayet, who so steadfastly refused to admit that she had given birth to Djoser? Or was it for her son, who despite wasn't of her blood and skin, was her son in every other way? Or was it for both? While a part of her loved the life Djoser had, and how he melded so well and easily with his siblings, a part of her also wondered if she'd ever tell him, or Khufu the truth.
"I..." she started, but trailed off, unsure what exactly did one say in such situations. Her hands had paused in the midst of her work, but her eyes glanced at her second eldest child, trying to snatch a piece of stale bread from his elder brother. They were slowing down in their eating already, but it seemed to require enough food to feed a horse to whet their appetites, and they would be back asking for more in a few hours, of that Kahi had little doubt.
"Djoser would-" but before she could finish her sentence, the voice of her husband who Kahi fully assumed had still been asleep startled her, making her drop the whole wooden bowl out of her hands, falling to the ground in a clatter as she jumped in surprise.
Turning around looking a little breathless, her husband's question made her breath catch in her throat, the panic quite obvious in her eyes at the sudden way she was put in a spot, her cheeks paling. Neferu and Djoser had been shocked by the sudden movements, and now stared at their parents with wide eyes - and just then, the young baby pierced the air with a loud cry, a clear sign Astekhu was awake. "Ne-Neferu, go and take your younger brother and make sure he's fed." she murmured, waving her hand. Neferu would know to take the goat's milk from the shed and feed the young toddler. "Djoser, yo-you grab Tef-Amun, and bring the food to her." Kahi proceeded to wave her hand at the remainder of food, waiting for the two boys to scramble away.
It gave her time to think as her children worked, and in between the two boys grabbing what they needed, Kahi turned to Mayet, a pleading look in her eyes. She didn't want to tell him. Did she? How would he react? Djoser had been under their care for the last seven years or so, and he's never know any other parent except them. She didn't think she wanted to cause such an upheaval in his life when he was so young... but when? Not to mention, Kahi was still a little anxious over how her husband would react, when he learns Djoser, the son he had named after his best friend... was not his son at all.
And that she, Kahi, had been unable to carry the child that had been his to full term. That she had lost the child.
Kahi gulped, biting her bottom lip as she shifted uncomfortably on her feet. It was always difficult to lie to her husband, but Khufu was not joking. He was a fun-loving person, and Kahi could always tell when he was teasing... but he wasn't. Kahi could easily say no, that they had been joking.. but what she said, wasn't that at all.
"Yes, she... does."
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That Mayet would actually say out loud that Djoser wasn't her son, Kahi found it surprisingly painful, although who she felt the pain for, she wasn't sure. Was it for Mayet, who so steadfastly refused to admit that she had given birth to Djoser? Or was it for her son, who despite wasn't of her blood and skin, was her son in every other way? Or was it for both? While a part of her loved the life Djoser had, and how he melded so well and easily with his siblings, a part of her also wondered if she'd ever tell him, or Khufu the truth.
"I..." she started, but trailed off, unsure what exactly did one say in such situations. Her hands had paused in the midst of her work, but her eyes glanced at her second eldest child, trying to snatch a piece of stale bread from his elder brother. They were slowing down in their eating already, but it seemed to require enough food to feed a horse to whet their appetites, and they would be back asking for more in a few hours, of that Kahi had little doubt.
"Djoser would-" but before she could finish her sentence, the voice of her husband who Kahi fully assumed had still been asleep startled her, making her drop the whole wooden bowl out of her hands, falling to the ground in a clatter as she jumped in surprise.
Turning around looking a little breathless, her husband's question made her breath catch in her throat, the panic quite obvious in her eyes at the sudden way she was put in a spot, her cheeks paling. Neferu and Djoser had been shocked by the sudden movements, and now stared at their parents with wide eyes - and just then, the young baby pierced the air with a loud cry, a clear sign Astekhu was awake. "Ne-Neferu, go and take your younger brother and make sure he's fed." she murmured, waving her hand. Neferu would know to take the goat's milk from the shed and feed the young toddler. "Djoser, yo-you grab Tef-Amun, and bring the food to her." Kahi proceeded to wave her hand at the remainder of food, waiting for the two boys to scramble away.
It gave her time to think as her children worked, and in between the two boys grabbing what they needed, Kahi turned to Mayet, a pleading look in her eyes. She didn't want to tell him. Did she? How would he react? Djoser had been under their care for the last seven years or so, and he's never know any other parent except them. She didn't think she wanted to cause such an upheaval in his life when he was so young... but when? Not to mention, Kahi was still a little anxious over how her husband would react, when he learns Djoser, the son he had named after his best friend... was not his son at all.
And that she, Kahi, had been unable to carry the child that had been his to full term. That she had lost the child.
Kahi gulped, biting her bottom lip as she shifted uncomfortably on her feet. It was always difficult to lie to her husband, but Khufu was not joking. He was a fun-loving person, and Kahi could always tell when he was teasing... but he wasn't. Kahi could easily say no, that they had been joking.. but what she said, wasn't that at all.
"Yes, she... does."
That Mayet would actually say out loud that Djoser wasn't her son, Kahi found it surprisingly painful, although who she felt the pain for, she wasn't sure. Was it for Mayet, who so steadfastly refused to admit that she had given birth to Djoser? Or was it for her son, who despite wasn't of her blood and skin, was her son in every other way? Or was it for both? While a part of her loved the life Djoser had, and how he melded so well and easily with his siblings, a part of her also wondered if she'd ever tell him, or Khufu the truth.
"I..." she started, but trailed off, unsure what exactly did one say in such situations. Her hands had paused in the midst of her work, but her eyes glanced at her second eldest child, trying to snatch a piece of stale bread from his elder brother. They were slowing down in their eating already, but it seemed to require enough food to feed a horse to whet their appetites, and they would be back asking for more in a few hours, of that Kahi had little doubt.
"Djoser would-" but before she could finish her sentence, the voice of her husband who Kahi fully assumed had still been asleep startled her, making her drop the whole wooden bowl out of her hands, falling to the ground in a clatter as she jumped in surprise.
Turning around looking a little breathless, her husband's question made her breath catch in her throat, the panic quite obvious in her eyes at the sudden way she was put in a spot, her cheeks paling. Neferu and Djoser had been shocked by the sudden movements, and now stared at their parents with wide eyes - and just then, the young baby pierced the air with a loud cry, a clear sign Astekhu was awake. "Ne-Neferu, go and take your younger brother and make sure he's fed." she murmured, waving her hand. Neferu would know to take the goat's milk from the shed and feed the young toddler. "Djoser, yo-you grab Tef-Amun, and bring the food to her." Kahi proceeded to wave her hand at the remainder of food, waiting for the two boys to scramble away.
It gave her time to think as her children worked, and in between the two boys grabbing what they needed, Kahi turned to Mayet, a pleading look in her eyes. She didn't want to tell him. Did she? How would he react? Djoser had been under their care for the last seven years or so, and he's never know any other parent except them. She didn't think she wanted to cause such an upheaval in his life when he was so young... but when? Not to mention, Kahi was still a little anxious over how her husband would react, when he learns Djoser, the son he had named after his best friend... was not his son at all.
And that she, Kahi, had been unable to carry the child that had been his to full term. That she had lost the child.
Kahi gulped, biting her bottom lip as she shifted uncomfortably on her feet. It was always difficult to lie to her husband, but Khufu was not joking. He was a fun-loving person, and Kahi could always tell when he was teasing... but he wasn't. Kahi could easily say no, that they had been joking.. but what she said, wasn't that at all.
"Yes, she... does."
Khufu’s voice had broken into what seemed a loaded silence between the two friends; Mayet was thrown by the question Kahi had asked her after so many years, and Kahi faced with her friend’s shuttered response. The tension must have been visible to the man where he had rounded the corner into the kitchen even if he had not heard what he had heard.
Mayet jumped at the clatter of the wooden bowl hitting the floor, and she had stooped to pick it up just as the baby conveniently began to cry. She could feel the curious gaze of the man, and her mouth had dried, her pulse quickening. How would they explain this away?
When she stood and set the bowl down on the surface once more, Mayet caught Kahi’s wide-eyed stare, her friend’s panic more visible than her own, which she had buried beneath a blank expression. Mayet steeled herself and smoothed her hands over the kalisari, which suddenly seemed all the more out of place in the small and simple kitchen.
She could see the indecision on Kahi’s face, and whilst she knew she had no right to ask more of her friend, she wished she could. This secret was always supposed to be that; a secret. Mayet had closed that door a long time ago, and she had never, never planned on reopening it. Osorsen...he didn’t know, and she didn’t know how he would take it. It could ruin everything. Her General was a generous man, but he was possessive too, and he might look upon her differently if he knew...
But one look at Kahi’s expression and Mayet knew it was too much to expect her friend to lie outright to the man she loved.
She swallowed, her hands fluttering briefly to press against her face, the one sign of the woman’s discomfort.
‘Yes, she does’ Kahi’s words sealed their fates one way or another. It would have to be more lies, or they would have to tell the kind man before them the truth.
Mayet glanced for the first time at Khufu then and flashed a watery smile before she spoke, very deliberately. “I think” she turned and reached for a stoppered bottle on the side. “That I need a drink if we are to have this conversation. And perhaps a seat. Please, Khufu..”
She gestured toward the table, and then, assuming he would afford her that courtesy, she found three cups and set them down, filling each with the sweet mead. Who cared about the early hour.
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Khufu’s voice had broken into what seemed a loaded silence between the two friends; Mayet was thrown by the question Kahi had asked her after so many years, and Kahi faced with her friend’s shuttered response. The tension must have been visible to the man where he had rounded the corner into the kitchen even if he had not heard what he had heard.
Mayet jumped at the clatter of the wooden bowl hitting the floor, and she had stooped to pick it up just as the baby conveniently began to cry. She could feel the curious gaze of the man, and her mouth had dried, her pulse quickening. How would they explain this away?
When she stood and set the bowl down on the surface once more, Mayet caught Kahi’s wide-eyed stare, her friend’s panic more visible than her own, which she had buried beneath a blank expression. Mayet steeled herself and smoothed her hands over the kalisari, which suddenly seemed all the more out of place in the small and simple kitchen.
She could see the indecision on Kahi’s face, and whilst she knew she had no right to ask more of her friend, she wished she could. This secret was always supposed to be that; a secret. Mayet had closed that door a long time ago, and she had never, never planned on reopening it. Osorsen...he didn’t know, and she didn’t know how he would take it. It could ruin everything. Her General was a generous man, but he was possessive too, and he might look upon her differently if he knew...
But one look at Kahi’s expression and Mayet knew it was too much to expect her friend to lie outright to the man she loved.
She swallowed, her hands fluttering briefly to press against her face, the one sign of the woman’s discomfort.
‘Yes, she does’ Kahi’s words sealed their fates one way or another. It would have to be more lies, or they would have to tell the kind man before them the truth.
Mayet glanced for the first time at Khufu then and flashed a watery smile before she spoke, very deliberately. “I think” she turned and reached for a stoppered bottle on the side. “That I need a drink if we are to have this conversation. And perhaps a seat. Please, Khufu..”
She gestured toward the table, and then, assuming he would afford her that courtesy, she found three cups and set them down, filling each with the sweet mead. Who cared about the early hour.
Khufu’s voice had broken into what seemed a loaded silence between the two friends; Mayet was thrown by the question Kahi had asked her after so many years, and Kahi faced with her friend’s shuttered response. The tension must have been visible to the man where he had rounded the corner into the kitchen even if he had not heard what he had heard.
Mayet jumped at the clatter of the wooden bowl hitting the floor, and she had stooped to pick it up just as the baby conveniently began to cry. She could feel the curious gaze of the man, and her mouth had dried, her pulse quickening. How would they explain this away?
When she stood and set the bowl down on the surface once more, Mayet caught Kahi’s wide-eyed stare, her friend’s panic more visible than her own, which she had buried beneath a blank expression. Mayet steeled herself and smoothed her hands over the kalisari, which suddenly seemed all the more out of place in the small and simple kitchen.
She could see the indecision on Kahi’s face, and whilst she knew she had no right to ask more of her friend, she wished she could. This secret was always supposed to be that; a secret. Mayet had closed that door a long time ago, and she had never, never planned on reopening it. Osorsen...he didn’t know, and she didn’t know how he would take it. It could ruin everything. Her General was a generous man, but he was possessive too, and he might look upon her differently if he knew...
But one look at Kahi’s expression and Mayet knew it was too much to expect her friend to lie outright to the man she loved.
She swallowed, her hands fluttering briefly to press against her face, the one sign of the woman’s discomfort.
‘Yes, she does’ Kahi’s words sealed their fates one way or another. It would have to be more lies, or they would have to tell the kind man before them the truth.
Mayet glanced for the first time at Khufu then and flashed a watery smile before she spoke, very deliberately. “I think” she turned and reached for a stoppered bottle on the side. “That I need a drink if we are to have this conversation. And perhaps a seat. Please, Khufu..”
She gestured toward the table, and then, assuming he would afford her that courtesy, she found three cups and set them down, filling each with the sweet mead. Who cared about the early hour.
Khufu had been confused to start with, but now with the way the two women were acting he was extra confused. Sure it seemed like it had been a secret, but the way they were acting made it seem like there might be something else. There’s no way they were acting like that just because Mayet had had a child he didn’t know about.
He was trying not to freak out, but it was awfully hard with the way things were seeming. The children were quickly hurried away and Mayet was saying that he should sit. He was doing his best not to jump to conclusions, but it was not an easy thing to do. He took a bit of a deep breath and tried to center himself. He was a man of knowledge, a scholar, he knew better than to take wild guesses without proof. He didn’t want a drink and he didn’t want to sit, but he would do so if it would get the story out faster. He just needed to know what was going on, he wanted to get rid of the dread feeling that he was felt with.
He took a seat at the table, waiting in silence was agonizing, but he didn’t know what to say. The mead was poured, and he ignored it for now. He might need it in a bit depending on what the news was.
“Can someone tell me what’s going on?” He said, eyes looking between the two women as he finally broke the silence, he needed to know. Each passing second had his mind coming up with worse and worse situations. He had never seen the two of them like this, in all the years he had been married to Kahi, and all the years she had been best friends with Mayet.
He had to admit, he was rather shocked that his wife had apparently been keeping this secret from him, and possibly more secrets depending on what they said. Kahi and he had been honest and had always communicated in their marriage, or at least so he thought.
Now? He was feeling a bit betrayed, but that would be a conversation for them to have when there wasn’t another party to witness. And for when he knew what was actually going on here.
Perhaps it was some sort of joke, to get back at him for all the times he had pulled pranks on Kahi.
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Khufu had been confused to start with, but now with the way the two women were acting he was extra confused. Sure it seemed like it had been a secret, but the way they were acting made it seem like there might be something else. There’s no way they were acting like that just because Mayet had had a child he didn’t know about.
He was trying not to freak out, but it was awfully hard with the way things were seeming. The children were quickly hurried away and Mayet was saying that he should sit. He was doing his best not to jump to conclusions, but it was not an easy thing to do. He took a bit of a deep breath and tried to center himself. He was a man of knowledge, a scholar, he knew better than to take wild guesses without proof. He didn’t want a drink and he didn’t want to sit, but he would do so if it would get the story out faster. He just needed to know what was going on, he wanted to get rid of the dread feeling that he was felt with.
He took a seat at the table, waiting in silence was agonizing, but he didn’t know what to say. The mead was poured, and he ignored it for now. He might need it in a bit depending on what the news was.
“Can someone tell me what’s going on?” He said, eyes looking between the two women as he finally broke the silence, he needed to know. Each passing second had his mind coming up with worse and worse situations. He had never seen the two of them like this, in all the years he had been married to Kahi, and all the years she had been best friends with Mayet.
He had to admit, he was rather shocked that his wife had apparently been keeping this secret from him, and possibly more secrets depending on what they said. Kahi and he had been honest and had always communicated in their marriage, or at least so he thought.
Now? He was feeling a bit betrayed, but that would be a conversation for them to have when there wasn’t another party to witness. And for when he knew what was actually going on here.
Perhaps it was some sort of joke, to get back at him for all the times he had pulled pranks on Kahi.
Khufu had been confused to start with, but now with the way the two women were acting he was extra confused. Sure it seemed like it had been a secret, but the way they were acting made it seem like there might be something else. There’s no way they were acting like that just because Mayet had had a child he didn’t know about.
He was trying not to freak out, but it was awfully hard with the way things were seeming. The children were quickly hurried away and Mayet was saying that he should sit. He was doing his best not to jump to conclusions, but it was not an easy thing to do. He took a bit of a deep breath and tried to center himself. He was a man of knowledge, a scholar, he knew better than to take wild guesses without proof. He didn’t want a drink and he didn’t want to sit, but he would do so if it would get the story out faster. He just needed to know what was going on, he wanted to get rid of the dread feeling that he was felt with.
He took a seat at the table, waiting in silence was agonizing, but he didn’t know what to say. The mead was poured, and he ignored it for now. He might need it in a bit depending on what the news was.
“Can someone tell me what’s going on?” He said, eyes looking between the two women as he finally broke the silence, he needed to know. Each passing second had his mind coming up with worse and worse situations. He had never seen the two of them like this, in all the years he had been married to Kahi, and all the years she had been best friends with Mayet.
He had to admit, he was rather shocked that his wife had apparently been keeping this secret from him, and possibly more secrets depending on what they said. Kahi and he had been honest and had always communicated in their marriage, or at least so he thought.
Now? He was feeling a bit betrayed, but that would be a conversation for them to have when there wasn’t another party to witness. And for when he knew what was actually going on here.
Perhaps it was some sort of joke, to get back at him for all the times he had pulled pranks on Kahi.
Was it cold? Egypt had always been a country with a warm climate, so much so that half the reason why Kahi had so readily embraced the fashion of Egypt was so she could do away with the stifling, covering outfits she had had to wear in Judea despite the striking heat. Yet suddenly, when Mayet started speaking, her hands felt cold as ice, frozen and probably would not have strted moving to the table had Mayet not given her a nudge. If Khufu had noticed, Kahi wasn't even able to bring her eyes to meet her husband, something she had never done in the years they had been married. Kahi had never had to lie to Khufu before.... yet now.
Now, how could she tell him she had given birth and buried their stillborn child, without him ever knowing?
Her hands grabbed the mug of mead the moment Mayet set it down, so twitchy that she needed something to do with her hands. Biting down on her lip as Khufu seemed to lose his patience, her breath seemed to come in shallow gasps. Could one drown without actually being in the water? What does one say when one didn't know what to say? That his son was a lie?
"I..." she tried to start, but it was like someone had choked her throat, her words dying before they could even begin. Would he ever trust her again? Kahi had never kept a secret from him, ever. This would have been the first, and the last, and the only reason why it had remained a secret, was because Kahi didn't know how she could face herself, and still didn't know how to come to terms with the fact that she had lost a child she had supposed to be protecting.
That it was her fault.
How did she tell him it was her fault that they had to bury a child? That she had failed him when he wasn't even around? She could feel herself gripping the mug far too tightly, a knot in her throat even as she tried to speak, her words garbled as they were constricted. "Djoser's not - not my son." Yet the irony was that he was, and she loved him as much as she loved every other child she had given birth to. His birth had been the only one Khufu didn't witness and wasn't around for, yet it changed nothing, at least to Kahi. Djoser had been her son in every way except for the conception and giving birth of him.
And she was terrified Khufu would not feel the same.
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Was it cold? Egypt had always been a country with a warm climate, so much so that half the reason why Kahi had so readily embraced the fashion of Egypt was so she could do away with the stifling, covering outfits she had had to wear in Judea despite the striking heat. Yet suddenly, when Mayet started speaking, her hands felt cold as ice, frozen and probably would not have strted moving to the table had Mayet not given her a nudge. If Khufu had noticed, Kahi wasn't even able to bring her eyes to meet her husband, something she had never done in the years they had been married. Kahi had never had to lie to Khufu before.... yet now.
Now, how could she tell him she had given birth and buried their stillborn child, without him ever knowing?
Her hands grabbed the mug of mead the moment Mayet set it down, so twitchy that she needed something to do with her hands. Biting down on her lip as Khufu seemed to lose his patience, her breath seemed to come in shallow gasps. Could one drown without actually being in the water? What does one say when one didn't know what to say? That his son was a lie?
"I..." she tried to start, but it was like someone had choked her throat, her words dying before they could even begin. Would he ever trust her again? Kahi had never kept a secret from him, ever. This would have been the first, and the last, and the only reason why it had remained a secret, was because Kahi didn't know how she could face herself, and still didn't know how to come to terms with the fact that she had lost a child she had supposed to be protecting.
That it was her fault.
How did she tell him it was her fault that they had to bury a child? That she had failed him when he wasn't even around? She could feel herself gripping the mug far too tightly, a knot in her throat even as she tried to speak, her words garbled as they were constricted. "Djoser's not - not my son." Yet the irony was that he was, and she loved him as much as she loved every other child she had given birth to. His birth had been the only one Khufu didn't witness and wasn't around for, yet it changed nothing, at least to Kahi. Djoser had been her son in every way except for the conception and giving birth of him.
And she was terrified Khufu would not feel the same.
Was it cold? Egypt had always been a country with a warm climate, so much so that half the reason why Kahi had so readily embraced the fashion of Egypt was so she could do away with the stifling, covering outfits she had had to wear in Judea despite the striking heat. Yet suddenly, when Mayet started speaking, her hands felt cold as ice, frozen and probably would not have strted moving to the table had Mayet not given her a nudge. If Khufu had noticed, Kahi wasn't even able to bring her eyes to meet her husband, something she had never done in the years they had been married. Kahi had never had to lie to Khufu before.... yet now.
Now, how could she tell him she had given birth and buried their stillborn child, without him ever knowing?
Her hands grabbed the mug of mead the moment Mayet set it down, so twitchy that she needed something to do with her hands. Biting down on her lip as Khufu seemed to lose his patience, her breath seemed to come in shallow gasps. Could one drown without actually being in the water? What does one say when one didn't know what to say? That his son was a lie?
"I..." she tried to start, but it was like someone had choked her throat, her words dying before they could even begin. Would he ever trust her again? Kahi had never kept a secret from him, ever. This would have been the first, and the last, and the only reason why it had remained a secret, was because Kahi didn't know how she could face herself, and still didn't know how to come to terms with the fact that she had lost a child she had supposed to be protecting.
That it was her fault.
How did she tell him it was her fault that they had to bury a child? That she had failed him when he wasn't even around? She could feel herself gripping the mug far too tightly, a knot in her throat even as she tried to speak, her words garbled as they were constricted. "Djoser's not - not my son." Yet the irony was that he was, and she loved him as much as she loved every other child she had given birth to. His birth had been the only one Khufu didn't witness and wasn't around for, yet it changed nothing, at least to Kahi. Djoser had been her son in every way except for the conception and giving birth of him.
And she was terrified Khufu would not feel the same.
