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The early afternoon resonated from walls of gold leaf and cool marble. Hei Sheifa lulled with stray workers, the odd meeting, and over malaise as the looming threat of war lent itself to hurried shipments and arrivals to port. Onuphrious had doubled outputs and tripled import in vain attempt to maintain the absurd amount of wealth invested away in brothels and durable goods manifesting in the immaculate presentation of both their Saraaya and their customs house on the port of Cairo.
Iaheru had spent the majority of her week in the customs house broiling with her husband. She recalled the green days in her marriage where she would return from Queen Isetheperu's service and organize Onuphrious's ledgers in the customs house by the light of oil lanterns. Onuphrious would hold a stick of charcoal between his teeth. During periods of high trade volume, his jaw would tense and clench so hard with stress he'd snap the pastel and grimace through a distinct earthy bitterness as he counted inventory.
Steam curls in the air with the promise of afternoon mint tea, jolting her from reveries of the past and to the realities of the present- her daughters were young, beautiful, and the man she was slated to meet was suitable for all of them. Narmer was fair and gentle, if a bit of a bore, but certainly observant and quiet. Perhaps it was his quieter nature and his brother's untimely death that lent to a determined seriousness-- something of an intensity Iaheru thought would be good for her daughters. Perhaps her daughter and this potential suitor would bond over the resurrection of Hei Haikaddad the way she and Onuphrious had originally bonded. In order to determine that future, however, this lunch would have to go more smoothly than the evening they spent at Saraaya Haikaddad.
The retainers arranged the afternoon spread of dates, mint tea, cucumber water, sweets, and olives of all kinds. Iaheru lifted herself from her chair, a white coordinating kalasiris and headscarf wrapped around her body tightly, stitched up the sides with a solid block of golden thread. The marble entrance smelled lightly of roses. The essenced water framed the focal point of the marble entryway: the golden sculpture of a mouth with a serpentine tongue drizzling a stream of honeyed water onto softened, opalescent capiz shells lining the fountain basin. It represented their preeminence as traders, the cunning tongue producing the ever so sweet water to mask its true nature. It was here that she paced the magnificent entryway lined with golden fixtures and frescoes with compelling diligence. Waiting, pacing, and anticipating Sirdar Haikaddad with a musky perfume lightly bustling behind her dress.
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The early afternoon resonated from walls of gold leaf and cool marble. Hei Sheifa lulled with stray workers, the odd meeting, and over malaise as the looming threat of war lent itself to hurried shipments and arrivals to port. Onuphrious had doubled outputs and tripled import in vain attempt to maintain the absurd amount of wealth invested away in brothels and durable goods manifesting in the immaculate presentation of both their Saraaya and their customs house on the port of Cairo.
Iaheru had spent the majority of her week in the customs house broiling with her husband. She recalled the green days in her marriage where she would return from Queen Isetheperu's service and organize Onuphrious's ledgers in the customs house by the light of oil lanterns. Onuphrious would hold a stick of charcoal between his teeth. During periods of high trade volume, his jaw would tense and clench so hard with stress he'd snap the pastel and grimace through a distinct earthy bitterness as he counted inventory.
Steam curls in the air with the promise of afternoon mint tea, jolting her from reveries of the past and to the realities of the present- her daughters were young, beautiful, and the man she was slated to meet was suitable for all of them. Narmer was fair and gentle, if a bit of a bore, but certainly observant and quiet. Perhaps it was his quieter nature and his brother's untimely death that lent to a determined seriousness-- something of an intensity Iaheru thought would be good for her daughters. Perhaps her daughter and this potential suitor would bond over the resurrection of Hei Haikaddad the way she and Onuphrious had originally bonded. In order to determine that future, however, this lunch would have to go more smoothly than the evening they spent at Saraaya Haikaddad.
The retainers arranged the afternoon spread of dates, mint tea, cucumber water, sweets, and olives of all kinds. Iaheru lifted herself from her chair, a white coordinating kalasiris and headscarf wrapped around her body tightly, stitched up the sides with a solid block of golden thread. The marble entrance smelled lightly of roses. The essenced water framed the focal point of the marble entryway: the golden sculpture of a mouth with a serpentine tongue drizzling a stream of honeyed water onto softened, opalescent capiz shells lining the fountain basin. It represented their preeminence as traders, the cunning tongue producing the ever so sweet water to mask its true nature. It was here that she paced the magnificent entryway lined with golden fixtures and frescoes with compelling diligence. Waiting, pacing, and anticipating Sirdar Haikaddad with a musky perfume lightly bustling behind her dress.
The early afternoon resonated from walls of gold leaf and cool marble. Hei Sheifa lulled with stray workers, the odd meeting, and over malaise as the looming threat of war lent itself to hurried shipments and arrivals to port. Onuphrious had doubled outputs and tripled import in vain attempt to maintain the absurd amount of wealth invested away in brothels and durable goods manifesting in the immaculate presentation of both their Saraaya and their customs house on the port of Cairo.
Iaheru had spent the majority of her week in the customs house broiling with her husband. She recalled the green days in her marriage where she would return from Queen Isetheperu's service and organize Onuphrious's ledgers in the customs house by the light of oil lanterns. Onuphrious would hold a stick of charcoal between his teeth. During periods of high trade volume, his jaw would tense and clench so hard with stress he'd snap the pastel and grimace through a distinct earthy bitterness as he counted inventory.
Steam curls in the air with the promise of afternoon mint tea, jolting her from reveries of the past and to the realities of the present- her daughters were young, beautiful, and the man she was slated to meet was suitable for all of them. Narmer was fair and gentle, if a bit of a bore, but certainly observant and quiet. Perhaps it was his quieter nature and his brother's untimely death that lent to a determined seriousness-- something of an intensity Iaheru thought would be good for her daughters. Perhaps her daughter and this potential suitor would bond over the resurrection of Hei Haikaddad the way she and Onuphrious had originally bonded. In order to determine that future, however, this lunch would have to go more smoothly than the evening they spent at Saraaya Haikaddad.
The retainers arranged the afternoon spread of dates, mint tea, cucumber water, sweets, and olives of all kinds. Iaheru lifted herself from her chair, a white coordinating kalasiris and headscarf wrapped around her body tightly, stitched up the sides with a solid block of golden thread. The marble entrance smelled lightly of roses. The essenced water framed the focal point of the marble entryway: the golden sculpture of a mouth with a serpentine tongue drizzling a stream of honeyed water onto softened, opalescent capiz shells lining the fountain basin. It represented their preeminence as traders, the cunning tongue producing the ever so sweet water to mask its true nature. It was here that she paced the magnificent entryway lined with golden fixtures and frescoes with compelling diligence. Waiting, pacing, and anticipating Sirdar Haikaddad with a musky perfume lightly bustling behind her dress.
He had returned home... or well, returned to his quarters after the extravagant (at least to Narmer) dinner affair which the Pharoah had insisted his Hei host, his mind mulling over the possibilities he had briefly brought up in his conversation with the lady of Hei Sheifa. While it was only a vague concept now, he could see where this could go well. Narmer had always thought that his nieces would be the key to bringing in the wealth and gold needed to get the Haikaddad Hei out of ruin... but what about his own marriage? He had always thought to not marry, for Narmer enjoyed sampling the sins of flesh from a variety of ladies far too much to settle for one, but responsibility was a heavy helm to bare.
His brother had been happily married to Na'meah, and his sister-in-law's anguish from Narutt's death had been enough for Narmer to swear off marriage and such nonsense as eternal love. To love so fiercely and cause such pain upon death was something he did not wish on anyone.
Marriage however, could be a duty, and for a candidate to be chosen, one had to go with someone that fit all his criteria's. Narmer needed monetary assistance, and which Hei would be better then then previously merchant-rich, business savvy Hei Sheifa?
After a brief discussion with Na'meah (who had not been at all happy with Narmer's decision), he had scrawled out a quick note to Hei Sheifa stating his intentions. Even the gold he had discovered at the end of his bed one morning had not been enough to deter Narmer from the mission at hand. The gold had been helpful of course, and he had split half of it to be handed to Na'meah so his twin nieces and Kissan could get some new outfits. The other half, Narmer had directed it to be used to repair the parts of the Hei that needed it the most, and he was happy to report that leaking roofs had been fixed, and they had even replaced a few pieces of old and broken furniture, so the front foyer of their saraayaa now looked a little more hospitable.
But the need for gold was far from over.
That afternoon saw Narmer dressed in his dressiest of outfits, one of Narutt's old outfits as Head of Hei, which had been altered to fit him. Narutt had been half a head taller then him, so the ends of the pale gold and brown shendyt had been chopped off, ending right below his knees. The belt around his waist were pleated with leather and lined with gold threads, ending with a gold circular plate right where his belly buton was. It was plain save for the patterns of eagles embroidered into the edges of his neckline.
Deciding to leave the headdress at home, deeming it too formal for such an occasion of discussion, instead Narmer merely combed back his air, and then summoned a servant to bring him his horse. It was upon horseback that the young male arrived at the entrance of Hei Sheifa at the appointed time he had agreed to meet Sirdsett Iaheru, and smiled when servants ran out to greet him. Soft-spoken as he regularly was, the man gave quick instructions for his horse to be given a quick rubdown, before he was soon led to the interiors of the Sheifa saraaya.
Already upon entrance, Narmer could feel the rich capability of the Hei dripping from the marble entrance, the light scent of roses welcoming him in. The interior of the saraaya was impeccable, the kind that his own home was almost a decade back, before wear and tear and an inability to upkeep it wore it down. Narmer had long since turned off the Haikaddad's own fountain in the middle of the foyer, and much of the decorations within the saraayaa was only sparsely cleaned due to the skeleton of a household servant they kept, just enough to get by everyday.
Fighting to ensure his awe did not show upon his face, instead the young male bowed the moment he spied the Sirdsett pacing the entryway, his smile patient and warm as he approached her before greeting. "I thank you Sirdsett, for willing to receive my audience this afternoon." Catching the musky perfume as he did her fine dressing, he paused before his admiration was put into words. "You look impeccable as always, Sirdsett."
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He had returned home... or well, returned to his quarters after the extravagant (at least to Narmer) dinner affair which the Pharoah had insisted his Hei host, his mind mulling over the possibilities he had briefly brought up in his conversation with the lady of Hei Sheifa. While it was only a vague concept now, he could see where this could go well. Narmer had always thought that his nieces would be the key to bringing in the wealth and gold needed to get the Haikaddad Hei out of ruin... but what about his own marriage? He had always thought to not marry, for Narmer enjoyed sampling the sins of flesh from a variety of ladies far too much to settle for one, but responsibility was a heavy helm to bare.
His brother had been happily married to Na'meah, and his sister-in-law's anguish from Narutt's death had been enough for Narmer to swear off marriage and such nonsense as eternal love. To love so fiercely and cause such pain upon death was something he did not wish on anyone.
Marriage however, could be a duty, and for a candidate to be chosen, one had to go with someone that fit all his criteria's. Narmer needed monetary assistance, and which Hei would be better then then previously merchant-rich, business savvy Hei Sheifa?
After a brief discussion with Na'meah (who had not been at all happy with Narmer's decision), he had scrawled out a quick note to Hei Sheifa stating his intentions. Even the gold he had discovered at the end of his bed one morning had not been enough to deter Narmer from the mission at hand. The gold had been helpful of course, and he had split half of it to be handed to Na'meah so his twin nieces and Kissan could get some new outfits. The other half, Narmer had directed it to be used to repair the parts of the Hei that needed it the most, and he was happy to report that leaking roofs had been fixed, and they had even replaced a few pieces of old and broken furniture, so the front foyer of their saraayaa now looked a little more hospitable.
But the need for gold was far from over.
That afternoon saw Narmer dressed in his dressiest of outfits, one of Narutt's old outfits as Head of Hei, which had been altered to fit him. Narutt had been half a head taller then him, so the ends of the pale gold and brown shendyt had been chopped off, ending right below his knees. The belt around his waist were pleated with leather and lined with gold threads, ending with a gold circular plate right where his belly buton was. It was plain save for the patterns of eagles embroidered into the edges of his neckline.
Deciding to leave the headdress at home, deeming it too formal for such an occasion of discussion, instead Narmer merely combed back his air, and then summoned a servant to bring him his horse. It was upon horseback that the young male arrived at the entrance of Hei Sheifa at the appointed time he had agreed to meet Sirdsett Iaheru, and smiled when servants ran out to greet him. Soft-spoken as he regularly was, the man gave quick instructions for his horse to be given a quick rubdown, before he was soon led to the interiors of the Sheifa saraaya.
Already upon entrance, Narmer could feel the rich capability of the Hei dripping from the marble entrance, the light scent of roses welcoming him in. The interior of the saraaya was impeccable, the kind that his own home was almost a decade back, before wear and tear and an inability to upkeep it wore it down. Narmer had long since turned off the Haikaddad's own fountain in the middle of the foyer, and much of the decorations within the saraayaa was only sparsely cleaned due to the skeleton of a household servant they kept, just enough to get by everyday.
Fighting to ensure his awe did not show upon his face, instead the young male bowed the moment he spied the Sirdsett pacing the entryway, his smile patient and warm as he approached her before greeting. "I thank you Sirdsett, for willing to receive my audience this afternoon." Catching the musky perfume as he did her fine dressing, he paused before his admiration was put into words. "You look impeccable as always, Sirdsett."
He had returned home... or well, returned to his quarters after the extravagant (at least to Narmer) dinner affair which the Pharoah had insisted his Hei host, his mind mulling over the possibilities he had briefly brought up in his conversation with the lady of Hei Sheifa. While it was only a vague concept now, he could see where this could go well. Narmer had always thought that his nieces would be the key to bringing in the wealth and gold needed to get the Haikaddad Hei out of ruin... but what about his own marriage? He had always thought to not marry, for Narmer enjoyed sampling the sins of flesh from a variety of ladies far too much to settle for one, but responsibility was a heavy helm to bare.
His brother had been happily married to Na'meah, and his sister-in-law's anguish from Narutt's death had been enough for Narmer to swear off marriage and such nonsense as eternal love. To love so fiercely and cause such pain upon death was something he did not wish on anyone.
Marriage however, could be a duty, and for a candidate to be chosen, one had to go with someone that fit all his criteria's. Narmer needed monetary assistance, and which Hei would be better then then previously merchant-rich, business savvy Hei Sheifa?
After a brief discussion with Na'meah (who had not been at all happy with Narmer's decision), he had scrawled out a quick note to Hei Sheifa stating his intentions. Even the gold he had discovered at the end of his bed one morning had not been enough to deter Narmer from the mission at hand. The gold had been helpful of course, and he had split half of it to be handed to Na'meah so his twin nieces and Kissan could get some new outfits. The other half, Narmer had directed it to be used to repair the parts of the Hei that needed it the most, and he was happy to report that leaking roofs had been fixed, and they had even replaced a few pieces of old and broken furniture, so the front foyer of their saraayaa now looked a little more hospitable.
But the need for gold was far from over.
That afternoon saw Narmer dressed in his dressiest of outfits, one of Narutt's old outfits as Head of Hei, which had been altered to fit him. Narutt had been half a head taller then him, so the ends of the pale gold and brown shendyt had been chopped off, ending right below his knees. The belt around his waist were pleated with leather and lined with gold threads, ending with a gold circular plate right where his belly buton was. It was plain save for the patterns of eagles embroidered into the edges of his neckline.
Deciding to leave the headdress at home, deeming it too formal for such an occasion of discussion, instead Narmer merely combed back his air, and then summoned a servant to bring him his horse. It was upon horseback that the young male arrived at the entrance of Hei Sheifa at the appointed time he had agreed to meet Sirdsett Iaheru, and smiled when servants ran out to greet him. Soft-spoken as he regularly was, the man gave quick instructions for his horse to be given a quick rubdown, before he was soon led to the interiors of the Sheifa saraaya.
Already upon entrance, Narmer could feel the rich capability of the Hei dripping from the marble entrance, the light scent of roses welcoming him in. The interior of the saraaya was impeccable, the kind that his own home was almost a decade back, before wear and tear and an inability to upkeep it wore it down. Narmer had long since turned off the Haikaddad's own fountain in the middle of the foyer, and much of the decorations within the saraayaa was only sparsely cleaned due to the skeleton of a household servant they kept, just enough to get by everyday.
Fighting to ensure his awe did not show upon his face, instead the young male bowed the moment he spied the Sirdsett pacing the entryway, his smile patient and warm as he approached her before greeting. "I thank you Sirdsett, for willing to receive my audience this afternoon." Catching the musky perfume as he did her fine dressing, he paused before his admiration was put into words. "You look impeccable as always, Sirdsett."
Iaheru jolted at the sound of Narmer’s entrance, entirely consumed by her own effects to have heard the loose orders to the servants and the fall of horse feet. Her hands ceased to wring together and the visage of public life trickled down her spine, bonding with blood, infecting her body through the vessels with a stiffened, but habitual, poise. An old habit, but a defining one, was that her left eyebrow twitched whenever someone refered to her as Sirdsett. Almost as if her essence did not agree with the title. As if her genetics had not yet adapted to her social progression from merchant’s daughter to the lady of Hei Sheifa and rejected her nature all together.
She took in the man’s appearance. The definition of war suited him, all culminated to a forefront of a squared jaw set into place and the ridges of defined muscles. Iaheru always interpretted him as lacking expression, the stoicism conveying what Narmer didn’t have to say himself. His flattened expression and loyalty would serve him well. It would serve her daughters well in the way that excessive gold and heightened egos harmed them.
But yet, a man of war was also called to passion. It was this subtlety and foregrounding that Iaheru sought to will this partnership into existence. Yes, H'Haikadadd would complement the Sheifa riches with the tested glory of a name.
He called her Sirdsett. Sirdsett. Sirdsett. Sirdsett. The title was musical to her ears, mimicking the bachata of songbirds, lulling their songs as the wind whistled like woodwinds between their feathers. It never became her ears. Iaheru would suit her better, would present less abrasively, but Sirdsett was required. Although she'd prefer to call him Narmer, the way the r's slightly rolled off the tongue, the purr of an afternoon cat dominating her inflection, she answered with a congenial, "Sirdar. Welcome to saraaya Sheifa. Your embellishment is always appreciated."
"Come, sit with me if you please," the brightness of her spirit carried a glimmer to her chocolate eyes as she guided Narmer by the lightest bristle of his forearm. "Come take dates with me. They truly do ward off the exhaustion of midday."
After she finally allows herself to rest in either chaise, she remained stiffened, her fingers drumming against her thigh. "Please, call me Iaheru."
"Tell me," she leaned in, sucking daintily on a date so as not to bite into the pit, nibbling around the flesh timidly. "You and Na'meah hosted a lovely celebration, I greatly enjoyed the revelry and the gardens. But, I must ask, how have you been lately? How has your transition been to Head of Hei?"
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Iaheru jolted at the sound of Narmer’s entrance, entirely consumed by her own effects to have heard the loose orders to the servants and the fall of horse feet. Her hands ceased to wring together and the visage of public life trickled down her spine, bonding with blood, infecting her body through the vessels with a stiffened, but habitual, poise. An old habit, but a defining one, was that her left eyebrow twitched whenever someone refered to her as Sirdsett. Almost as if her essence did not agree with the title. As if her genetics had not yet adapted to her social progression from merchant’s daughter to the lady of Hei Sheifa and rejected her nature all together.
She took in the man’s appearance. The definition of war suited him, all culminated to a forefront of a squared jaw set into place and the ridges of defined muscles. Iaheru always interpretted him as lacking expression, the stoicism conveying what Narmer didn’t have to say himself. His flattened expression and loyalty would serve him well. It would serve her daughters well in the way that excessive gold and heightened egos harmed them.
But yet, a man of war was also called to passion. It was this subtlety and foregrounding that Iaheru sought to will this partnership into existence. Yes, H'Haikadadd would complement the Sheifa riches with the tested glory of a name.
He called her Sirdsett. Sirdsett. Sirdsett. Sirdsett. The title was musical to her ears, mimicking the bachata of songbirds, lulling their songs as the wind whistled like woodwinds between their feathers. It never became her ears. Iaheru would suit her better, would present less abrasively, but Sirdsett was required. Although she'd prefer to call him Narmer, the way the r's slightly rolled off the tongue, the purr of an afternoon cat dominating her inflection, she answered with a congenial, "Sirdar. Welcome to saraaya Sheifa. Your embellishment is always appreciated."
"Come, sit with me if you please," the brightness of her spirit carried a glimmer to her chocolate eyes as she guided Narmer by the lightest bristle of his forearm. "Come take dates with me. They truly do ward off the exhaustion of midday."
After she finally allows herself to rest in either chaise, she remained stiffened, her fingers drumming against her thigh. "Please, call me Iaheru."
"Tell me," she leaned in, sucking daintily on a date so as not to bite into the pit, nibbling around the flesh timidly. "You and Na'meah hosted a lovely celebration, I greatly enjoyed the revelry and the gardens. But, I must ask, how have you been lately? How has your transition been to Head of Hei?"
Iaheru jolted at the sound of Narmer’s entrance, entirely consumed by her own effects to have heard the loose orders to the servants and the fall of horse feet. Her hands ceased to wring together and the visage of public life trickled down her spine, bonding with blood, infecting her body through the vessels with a stiffened, but habitual, poise. An old habit, but a defining one, was that her left eyebrow twitched whenever someone refered to her as Sirdsett. Almost as if her essence did not agree with the title. As if her genetics had not yet adapted to her social progression from merchant’s daughter to the lady of Hei Sheifa and rejected her nature all together.
She took in the man’s appearance. The definition of war suited him, all culminated to a forefront of a squared jaw set into place and the ridges of defined muscles. Iaheru always interpretted him as lacking expression, the stoicism conveying what Narmer didn’t have to say himself. His flattened expression and loyalty would serve him well. It would serve her daughters well in the way that excessive gold and heightened egos harmed them.
But yet, a man of war was also called to passion. It was this subtlety and foregrounding that Iaheru sought to will this partnership into existence. Yes, H'Haikadadd would complement the Sheifa riches with the tested glory of a name.
He called her Sirdsett. Sirdsett. Sirdsett. Sirdsett. The title was musical to her ears, mimicking the bachata of songbirds, lulling their songs as the wind whistled like woodwinds between their feathers. It never became her ears. Iaheru would suit her better, would present less abrasively, but Sirdsett was required. Although she'd prefer to call him Narmer, the way the r's slightly rolled off the tongue, the purr of an afternoon cat dominating her inflection, she answered with a congenial, "Sirdar. Welcome to saraaya Sheifa. Your embellishment is always appreciated."
"Come, sit with me if you please," the brightness of her spirit carried a glimmer to her chocolate eyes as she guided Narmer by the lightest bristle of his forearm. "Come take dates with me. They truly do ward off the exhaustion of midday."
After she finally allows herself to rest in either chaise, she remained stiffened, her fingers drumming against her thigh. "Please, call me Iaheru."
"Tell me," she leaned in, sucking daintily on a date so as not to bite into the pit, nibbling around the flesh timidly. "You and Na'meah hosted a lovely celebration, I greatly enjoyed the revelry and the gardens. But, I must ask, how have you been lately? How has your transition been to Head of Hei?"
He had seen the surprised reaction Iaheru had the moment he had entered, and was immediately with an apologetic look once she turned around. Iaheru H'Sheifa was a stately lady who was married to, while new, a powerful Head of Hei who held more smarts in him then many other members of the Egyptian court. While they had been a merchant family, and many of the older nobility jeered at them and whispered that they had bought their way into nobility, Narmer had nothing but admiration for the way Onuphrious had managed to get his Hei to scale to success.
"I apologize if my presence had startled you, Sirdsett." he smoothly responded to her greeting, and nodded cordially at her invite for dates. They were a sweet fruit that many partook in the afternoons of the Egyptian sun, and the sweetness of the flavors did wonders to ensure one still had the energy to last through the rest of the day, just as the heat of their kindgom peaked.
Taking a seat opposite the chaise that Iaheru would pick, Narmer's smile was sheepish, but he nodded in accordance. "If that's the case, Iaheru, I must insist you refer to me by name as well. It would only be right." he returned, still clearly discomforted by the displays of riches and being in the presence of another noble family member. A man raised to believe he would enter a military career, and who had spent much of his growing, formative teenage years with the military in training, Narmer had yet to come into his position as Sirdar, even after 2 years of him properly taking up his duties. It showed in the way he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, to the flinch he had each time someone referred to him as Sirdar.
Picking up a date to take a nibble, his eyes flickered to the elder lady as she began speaking. He smiled and nodded another thanks at the praise for the evening celebration the Pharoah had insisted he hosted. It had been tough to scrape through, for as it was, Hei Haikaddad were lingering on meagre amounts of money, and to be called to host required Narmer to use gold he did not yet have. It was by luck that two days after the celebrations, a bag of gold mysteriously appeared by his bedside. While much of it had went to the fixings and reparations of the Haikaddad saraaya (wear and tear which had been thankfully hidden by the dark of the night during the celebration), Narmer's steed now sported a new leather rein he was quite happy with.
"My sister-in-law did most of the arrangements, of course. But I shall convey your praise to her." A thoughful look crossed his eyes, before the man hesitantly responded to the other's questions. "I would be a liar if I said I took to it well. Afterall, my brother's passing was quite sudden. I had never expected to take his spot as the Head. But I try my best. To a certain extent, the Hei is doing... okay." He was no liar, but neither could he afford to allow the Haikaddad name be sullied by rumors of them becoming paupers. So the most Narmer could do was hedge on the edges of the truth as he nibled on the date again, and then returned, "And you, Iaheru? I hope all has been well lately." Of course, he could not touch on the sensitive topic that was her son and the scandal that rocked Hei Sheifa... but if the lady brought up the subject, Narmer was not aversed to conversing about it. Afterall, part of the reason he came was in hopes that Hei Sheifa would require the long-standing name of Haikaddad to reduce the amount of rumors surrounding their Hei now.
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He had seen the surprised reaction Iaheru had the moment he had entered, and was immediately with an apologetic look once she turned around. Iaheru H'Sheifa was a stately lady who was married to, while new, a powerful Head of Hei who held more smarts in him then many other members of the Egyptian court. While they had been a merchant family, and many of the older nobility jeered at them and whispered that they had bought their way into nobility, Narmer had nothing but admiration for the way Onuphrious had managed to get his Hei to scale to success.
"I apologize if my presence had startled you, Sirdsett." he smoothly responded to her greeting, and nodded cordially at her invite for dates. They were a sweet fruit that many partook in the afternoons of the Egyptian sun, and the sweetness of the flavors did wonders to ensure one still had the energy to last through the rest of the day, just as the heat of their kindgom peaked.
Taking a seat opposite the chaise that Iaheru would pick, Narmer's smile was sheepish, but he nodded in accordance. "If that's the case, Iaheru, I must insist you refer to me by name as well. It would only be right." he returned, still clearly discomforted by the displays of riches and being in the presence of another noble family member. A man raised to believe he would enter a military career, and who had spent much of his growing, formative teenage years with the military in training, Narmer had yet to come into his position as Sirdar, even after 2 years of him properly taking up his duties. It showed in the way he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, to the flinch he had each time someone referred to him as Sirdar.
Picking up a date to take a nibble, his eyes flickered to the elder lady as she began speaking. He smiled and nodded another thanks at the praise for the evening celebration the Pharoah had insisted he hosted. It had been tough to scrape through, for as it was, Hei Haikaddad were lingering on meagre amounts of money, and to be called to host required Narmer to use gold he did not yet have. It was by luck that two days after the celebrations, a bag of gold mysteriously appeared by his bedside. While much of it had went to the fixings and reparations of the Haikaddad saraaya (wear and tear which had been thankfully hidden by the dark of the night during the celebration), Narmer's steed now sported a new leather rein he was quite happy with.
"My sister-in-law did most of the arrangements, of course. But I shall convey your praise to her." A thoughful look crossed his eyes, before the man hesitantly responded to the other's questions. "I would be a liar if I said I took to it well. Afterall, my brother's passing was quite sudden. I had never expected to take his spot as the Head. But I try my best. To a certain extent, the Hei is doing... okay." He was no liar, but neither could he afford to allow the Haikaddad name be sullied by rumors of them becoming paupers. So the most Narmer could do was hedge on the edges of the truth as he nibled on the date again, and then returned, "And you, Iaheru? I hope all has been well lately." Of course, he could not touch on the sensitive topic that was her son and the scandal that rocked Hei Sheifa... but if the lady brought up the subject, Narmer was not aversed to conversing about it. Afterall, part of the reason he came was in hopes that Hei Sheifa would require the long-standing name of Haikaddad to reduce the amount of rumors surrounding their Hei now.
He had seen the surprised reaction Iaheru had the moment he had entered, and was immediately with an apologetic look once she turned around. Iaheru H'Sheifa was a stately lady who was married to, while new, a powerful Head of Hei who held more smarts in him then many other members of the Egyptian court. While they had been a merchant family, and many of the older nobility jeered at them and whispered that they had bought their way into nobility, Narmer had nothing but admiration for the way Onuphrious had managed to get his Hei to scale to success.
"I apologize if my presence had startled you, Sirdsett." he smoothly responded to her greeting, and nodded cordially at her invite for dates. They were a sweet fruit that many partook in the afternoons of the Egyptian sun, and the sweetness of the flavors did wonders to ensure one still had the energy to last through the rest of the day, just as the heat of their kindgom peaked.
Taking a seat opposite the chaise that Iaheru would pick, Narmer's smile was sheepish, but he nodded in accordance. "If that's the case, Iaheru, I must insist you refer to me by name as well. It would only be right." he returned, still clearly discomforted by the displays of riches and being in the presence of another noble family member. A man raised to believe he would enter a military career, and who had spent much of his growing, formative teenage years with the military in training, Narmer had yet to come into his position as Sirdar, even after 2 years of him properly taking up his duties. It showed in the way he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, to the flinch he had each time someone referred to him as Sirdar.
Picking up a date to take a nibble, his eyes flickered to the elder lady as she began speaking. He smiled and nodded another thanks at the praise for the evening celebration the Pharoah had insisted he hosted. It had been tough to scrape through, for as it was, Hei Haikaddad were lingering on meagre amounts of money, and to be called to host required Narmer to use gold he did not yet have. It was by luck that two days after the celebrations, a bag of gold mysteriously appeared by his bedside. While much of it had went to the fixings and reparations of the Haikaddad saraaya (wear and tear which had been thankfully hidden by the dark of the night during the celebration), Narmer's steed now sported a new leather rein he was quite happy with.
"My sister-in-law did most of the arrangements, of course. But I shall convey your praise to her." A thoughful look crossed his eyes, before the man hesitantly responded to the other's questions. "I would be a liar if I said I took to it well. Afterall, my brother's passing was quite sudden. I had never expected to take his spot as the Head. But I try my best. To a certain extent, the Hei is doing... okay." He was no liar, but neither could he afford to allow the Haikaddad name be sullied by rumors of them becoming paupers. So the most Narmer could do was hedge on the edges of the truth as he nibled on the date again, and then returned, "And you, Iaheru? I hope all has been well lately." Of course, he could not touch on the sensitive topic that was her son and the scandal that rocked Hei Sheifa... but if the lady brought up the subject, Narmer was not aversed to conversing about it. Afterall, part of the reason he came was in hopes that Hei Sheifa would require the long-standing name of Haikaddad to reduce the amount of rumors surrounding their Hei now.
As he apologized, Iaheru shook her head, her demeanor absurd for a woman that so graciously hosted the nobility of Egypt almost exclusively prior to the revelations of the past year. "There is no need to apologize, Narmer. It's a pleasure to have you here today," she comfortably pronounces his name, the r's drawling with the twinge of seduction juxtaposed with her wrapped hair and modest neckline, the smoothed linen fixed tightly over her body.
Iaheru intently listened to Narmer, the occasionally nod of her head accompanied the sheepish nibble of the dates. Terrified of chipping perfect teeth, Iaheru was wary of any pitted delicacy- whether they were dates, olives, or succulent mangoes from lands afar, Iaheru timidly chewed about the pits. The very thought of chipping a tooth brought her nausea. Beauty was too often negated by improper symmetry, and everything in her life begged perfection and by nature, symmetry.
And his presumptions about leading a Hei was symmetrical to his nature as a soldier. Iaheru too was a victim of unexpected circumstances, and yet, both had made peace with their expectations and circumstance. Narmer had even made gold of it and prospered. "Ah, I offer my apologies for Narrutt and my praise to you Narmer. You've truly come into the role and done so in a way that have bettered his children."
Saraaya Sheifa pulsated with life, with the crescendo of hushed orders and workplace chatter. Though Iaheru unconsciously adapted to the constant footfalls of sandals on marble and the murmurs of sparse tradesmen and servants alike, perhaps those not accustomed to the vitality of early afternoons of the saraaya would find the echoes unnerving. Sometimes, the heartbeat of activity perturbed Iaheru, still wary of the constant bombardment of her affects. It was both a curse and a relief that the heavy traffic of the saraaya had slowed with the advent of the news Narmer danced around, but articulated with his discomfort. That would not do. "I would be better if you didn't tiptoe around what we bring to the table, Narmer," she plucked a grape from a gold rimmed dish, the sweetness and liquid wetting her lips.
She continued, her pointed essence fading into her pleasantries, "My Hei is doing about how you'd expect. It's quiet. Traders are bound by their words and dictated by their conditions. We are at war," and I deceived Egypt for Sutekh for the past 20 years, she committed to her own internal record.
"As for myself, I've kept busy. With the looming war we've been pressed to transport as much across the seas as possible. Stockpiling what we can before it's too late." She paused to take a sip of the cucumber water, "I take it that your days of fighting are over? It does sound like a grand war."
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As he apologized, Iaheru shook her head, her demeanor absurd for a woman that so graciously hosted the nobility of Egypt almost exclusively prior to the revelations of the past year. "There is no need to apologize, Narmer. It's a pleasure to have you here today," she comfortably pronounces his name, the r's drawling with the twinge of seduction juxtaposed with her wrapped hair and modest neckline, the smoothed linen fixed tightly over her body.
Iaheru intently listened to Narmer, the occasionally nod of her head accompanied the sheepish nibble of the dates. Terrified of chipping perfect teeth, Iaheru was wary of any pitted delicacy- whether they were dates, olives, or succulent mangoes from lands afar, Iaheru timidly chewed about the pits. The very thought of chipping a tooth brought her nausea. Beauty was too often negated by improper symmetry, and everything in her life begged perfection and by nature, symmetry.
And his presumptions about leading a Hei was symmetrical to his nature as a soldier. Iaheru too was a victim of unexpected circumstances, and yet, both had made peace with their expectations and circumstance. Narmer had even made gold of it and prospered. "Ah, I offer my apologies for Narrutt and my praise to you Narmer. You've truly come into the role and done so in a way that have bettered his children."
Saraaya Sheifa pulsated with life, with the crescendo of hushed orders and workplace chatter. Though Iaheru unconsciously adapted to the constant footfalls of sandals on marble and the murmurs of sparse tradesmen and servants alike, perhaps those not accustomed to the vitality of early afternoons of the saraaya would find the echoes unnerving. Sometimes, the heartbeat of activity perturbed Iaheru, still wary of the constant bombardment of her affects. It was both a curse and a relief that the heavy traffic of the saraaya had slowed with the advent of the news Narmer danced around, but articulated with his discomfort. That would not do. "I would be better if you didn't tiptoe around what we bring to the table, Narmer," she plucked a grape from a gold rimmed dish, the sweetness and liquid wetting her lips.
She continued, her pointed essence fading into her pleasantries, "My Hei is doing about how you'd expect. It's quiet. Traders are bound by their words and dictated by their conditions. We are at war," and I deceived Egypt for Sutekh for the past 20 years, she committed to her own internal record.
"As for myself, I've kept busy. With the looming war we've been pressed to transport as much across the seas as possible. Stockpiling what we can before it's too late." She paused to take a sip of the cucumber water, "I take it that your days of fighting are over? It does sound like a grand war."
As he apologized, Iaheru shook her head, her demeanor absurd for a woman that so graciously hosted the nobility of Egypt almost exclusively prior to the revelations of the past year. "There is no need to apologize, Narmer. It's a pleasure to have you here today," she comfortably pronounces his name, the r's drawling with the twinge of seduction juxtaposed with her wrapped hair and modest neckline, the smoothed linen fixed tightly over her body.
Iaheru intently listened to Narmer, the occasionally nod of her head accompanied the sheepish nibble of the dates. Terrified of chipping perfect teeth, Iaheru was wary of any pitted delicacy- whether they were dates, olives, or succulent mangoes from lands afar, Iaheru timidly chewed about the pits. The very thought of chipping a tooth brought her nausea. Beauty was too often negated by improper symmetry, and everything in her life begged perfection and by nature, symmetry.
And his presumptions about leading a Hei was symmetrical to his nature as a soldier. Iaheru too was a victim of unexpected circumstances, and yet, both had made peace with their expectations and circumstance. Narmer had even made gold of it and prospered. "Ah, I offer my apologies for Narrutt and my praise to you Narmer. You've truly come into the role and done so in a way that have bettered his children."
Saraaya Sheifa pulsated with life, with the crescendo of hushed orders and workplace chatter. Though Iaheru unconsciously adapted to the constant footfalls of sandals on marble and the murmurs of sparse tradesmen and servants alike, perhaps those not accustomed to the vitality of early afternoons of the saraaya would find the echoes unnerving. Sometimes, the heartbeat of activity perturbed Iaheru, still wary of the constant bombardment of her affects. It was both a curse and a relief that the heavy traffic of the saraaya had slowed with the advent of the news Narmer danced around, but articulated with his discomfort. That would not do. "I would be better if you didn't tiptoe around what we bring to the table, Narmer," she plucked a grape from a gold rimmed dish, the sweetness and liquid wetting her lips.
She continued, her pointed essence fading into her pleasantries, "My Hei is doing about how you'd expect. It's quiet. Traders are bound by their words and dictated by their conditions. We are at war," and I deceived Egypt for Sutekh for the past 20 years, she committed to her own internal record.
"As for myself, I've kept busy. With the looming war we've been pressed to transport as much across the seas as possible. Stockpiling what we can before it's too late." She paused to take a sip of the cucumber water, "I take it that your days of fighting are over? It does sound like a grand war."
The lady was an exquisite specimen, and Narmer saw why Onuphrious had been so smitten with his wife prior to the year's scandals that rocked their Hei. Be that as it may however, the man has many issues within his own Hei, that while he admired the H'Sheifa lady, his thoughts did not wander further from there. Instead, his mind busied itself with going through the reasons for him being there for the day. If anything, his visit for the day would grant him great benefits for his Hei... so long as he played his cards right.
Abashedly tilting his head downwards at the lady's praise, he gave a sheepish smile, but accepted the praise. Perhaps that little bit would allow him better sleep for the night, for Narmer constantly lived for fear that he was disappointing his brother and father, in a Hei that he never should have taken up the reins of to begin with. "I only wish to care for his offspring and the Hei of our family well, and I thank you for the praise, Iaheru." he modestly responded.
Unlike his own saraayaa, the Sheifa household seem to brim with life. Saraayaa Haikaddad was more often then not kept silent, not for the lack of people, but simply because Narmer had had to make the decision to close certain rooms so as to maintain household salaries for the servants by ensuring they had less square metre to clean. As it was, he already kept only a skeleton household, for he simply lacked the funds for more servants. Being in the pulsating household of Hei Sheifa however, made Narmer miss the life that reverberated in his own back in his childhood, before the death of his two role models.
Now, he only hoped he could reestablish his Hei back to the way it was.
Managing to look sheepish when Iaheru jumped straight to the heart of the matter, a look of respect flickered across his face. It was no secret that Hei Sheifa did well, and Narmer sought to learn the tricks of their trade. "It is for now, I am afraid. One cannot run a Hei while being at war away now can we." he wryly responded, sipping his own cucumber water to moisten his rapidly drying mouth before he finally got to the heart of the matter. "See, my visit today to you, Iaheru, is of no casual visit. I have a proposition to offer to you and yours."
He paused, the man clearly contemplating the proper way to offer what he wanted, before displaying it all. "I wish to learn all there is to learn from your Hei, for your tricks of the trade and deftness in handling business and money is something I wish to learn. I am afraid I must admit that whilst I have learned much in terms of military, the running of a Hei and its lessons were mostly left to my brother, and his sudden demise leaves me with little resources I could see. I find myself scrambling to learn. Of course, such an agreement between our two families could be solidified, for Hei Haikaddad have been a long established family within Egypt. We have a long standing name that is trusted amongst the Egyptian royalty and far wider circles then just that. I offer my name and the protection of my Hei... to your daughter, should you agree to wed her to me."
Narmer gripped his hands into fists under the table to hide his nerves, but his words and voicedid not tremble as he spoke, trying his best to convey the sort of confidence one could only show if he knew what he wanted. "Of course, there is no need to solidify any agreement now. If you wish, you could visit my saraayaa, yourself and your girls, and meet my family, if only to gauge if it would be a good fit first."
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The lady was an exquisite specimen, and Narmer saw why Onuphrious had been so smitten with his wife prior to the year's scandals that rocked their Hei. Be that as it may however, the man has many issues within his own Hei, that while he admired the H'Sheifa lady, his thoughts did not wander further from there. Instead, his mind busied itself with going through the reasons for him being there for the day. If anything, his visit for the day would grant him great benefits for his Hei... so long as he played his cards right.
Abashedly tilting his head downwards at the lady's praise, he gave a sheepish smile, but accepted the praise. Perhaps that little bit would allow him better sleep for the night, for Narmer constantly lived for fear that he was disappointing his brother and father, in a Hei that he never should have taken up the reins of to begin with. "I only wish to care for his offspring and the Hei of our family well, and I thank you for the praise, Iaheru." he modestly responded.
Unlike his own saraayaa, the Sheifa household seem to brim with life. Saraayaa Haikaddad was more often then not kept silent, not for the lack of people, but simply because Narmer had had to make the decision to close certain rooms so as to maintain household salaries for the servants by ensuring they had less square metre to clean. As it was, he already kept only a skeleton household, for he simply lacked the funds for more servants. Being in the pulsating household of Hei Sheifa however, made Narmer miss the life that reverberated in his own back in his childhood, before the death of his two role models.
Now, he only hoped he could reestablish his Hei back to the way it was.
Managing to look sheepish when Iaheru jumped straight to the heart of the matter, a look of respect flickered across his face. It was no secret that Hei Sheifa did well, and Narmer sought to learn the tricks of their trade. "It is for now, I am afraid. One cannot run a Hei while being at war away now can we." he wryly responded, sipping his own cucumber water to moisten his rapidly drying mouth before he finally got to the heart of the matter. "See, my visit today to you, Iaheru, is of no casual visit. I have a proposition to offer to you and yours."
He paused, the man clearly contemplating the proper way to offer what he wanted, before displaying it all. "I wish to learn all there is to learn from your Hei, for your tricks of the trade and deftness in handling business and money is something I wish to learn. I am afraid I must admit that whilst I have learned much in terms of military, the running of a Hei and its lessons were mostly left to my brother, and his sudden demise leaves me with little resources I could see. I find myself scrambling to learn. Of course, such an agreement between our two families could be solidified, for Hei Haikaddad have been a long established family within Egypt. We have a long standing name that is trusted amongst the Egyptian royalty and far wider circles then just that. I offer my name and the protection of my Hei... to your daughter, should you agree to wed her to me."
Narmer gripped his hands into fists under the table to hide his nerves, but his words and voicedid not tremble as he spoke, trying his best to convey the sort of confidence one could only show if he knew what he wanted. "Of course, there is no need to solidify any agreement now. If you wish, you could visit my saraayaa, yourself and your girls, and meet my family, if only to gauge if it would be a good fit first."
The lady was an exquisite specimen, and Narmer saw why Onuphrious had been so smitten with his wife prior to the year's scandals that rocked their Hei. Be that as it may however, the man has many issues within his own Hei, that while he admired the H'Sheifa lady, his thoughts did not wander further from there. Instead, his mind busied itself with going through the reasons for him being there for the day. If anything, his visit for the day would grant him great benefits for his Hei... so long as he played his cards right.
Abashedly tilting his head downwards at the lady's praise, he gave a sheepish smile, but accepted the praise. Perhaps that little bit would allow him better sleep for the night, for Narmer constantly lived for fear that he was disappointing his brother and father, in a Hei that he never should have taken up the reins of to begin with. "I only wish to care for his offspring and the Hei of our family well, and I thank you for the praise, Iaheru." he modestly responded.
Unlike his own saraayaa, the Sheifa household seem to brim with life. Saraayaa Haikaddad was more often then not kept silent, not for the lack of people, but simply because Narmer had had to make the decision to close certain rooms so as to maintain household salaries for the servants by ensuring they had less square metre to clean. As it was, he already kept only a skeleton household, for he simply lacked the funds for more servants. Being in the pulsating household of Hei Sheifa however, made Narmer miss the life that reverberated in his own back in his childhood, before the death of his two role models.
Now, he only hoped he could reestablish his Hei back to the way it was.
Managing to look sheepish when Iaheru jumped straight to the heart of the matter, a look of respect flickered across his face. It was no secret that Hei Sheifa did well, and Narmer sought to learn the tricks of their trade. "It is for now, I am afraid. One cannot run a Hei while being at war away now can we." he wryly responded, sipping his own cucumber water to moisten his rapidly drying mouth before he finally got to the heart of the matter. "See, my visit today to you, Iaheru, is of no casual visit. I have a proposition to offer to you and yours."
He paused, the man clearly contemplating the proper way to offer what he wanted, before displaying it all. "I wish to learn all there is to learn from your Hei, for your tricks of the trade and deftness in handling business and money is something I wish to learn. I am afraid I must admit that whilst I have learned much in terms of military, the running of a Hei and its lessons were mostly left to my brother, and his sudden demise leaves me with little resources I could see. I find myself scrambling to learn. Of course, such an agreement between our two families could be solidified, for Hei Haikaddad have been a long established family within Egypt. We have a long standing name that is trusted amongst the Egyptian royalty and far wider circles then just that. I offer my name and the protection of my Hei... to your daughter, should you agree to wed her to me."
Narmer gripped his hands into fists under the table to hide his nerves, but his words and voicedid not tremble as he spoke, trying his best to convey the sort of confidence one could only show if he knew what he wanted. "Of course, there is no need to solidify any agreement now. If you wish, you could visit my saraayaa, yourself and your girls, and meet my family, if only to gauge if it would be a good fit first."
Iaheru smiled as the General delivered his request, noting the slight whisper of proper inflection taught in the proper schools. Narmer Haikaddad had a learned foundation indoctrinated in young Egyptian nobles. She wondered how he fared in the Senate, though she was conscious not to draw parallels to whatever little she recalled on Narut. Comparison never lent to true understanding.
She too brought the minty cucumber water to her lips, allowing the refreshment to graze across beeswax and oil coating her lips in moisture. As he bargained with her over the value of a name, Iaheru thought to interrupt him, the urge dissipating with waning impulse. In their kingdom's blinding hedonism, Iaheru was not outwardly or rationally worried about the connotations of a name. Egyptians would flock to Hei Sheifa's Customs House because Greeks, Bedoans, Judeans, and all the kingdoms unnamed and on the periphery of the far world flocked to Hei Sheifa.
She was born Iaheru of Cairo, to a merchant with a touched wife. She became Retainer to Hei Fakouri, then to Hei Naddar, and then Sirdsett of Hei Sheifa. She had many names and this formulation of herself, all things considered, was her prime. Iaheru repositions herself from a position of stiffened relaxation to one of alertness, sitting on the edge of the chaise, placing her cup on the table with a crystalline clink. She cleared her throat after letting Narmer's words hang all the more lazily in the heat of afternoon.
"Your receptive nature will get you far, Narmer. Not many young men with a military career as strong as their name have that trait," She spoke in reference mostly to the rumors swirled around H'Moghadam, but one could also misinterpret that to imply the rash Pharaoh.
"Your lesson begins here. It's a matter of simple maths, really." She recalled the memories of her childhood lessons, her equant charts and the abacus that sat atop her bone inlay desk from lands afar. The wooden beads had long lost their luster, dimpled in their centers from her lifelong use. These lessons converged to this pinnacle in her life. Sirdsett Iaheru H'Sheifa.
Iaheru tilted her glass left to right, aimlessly busying her hands before her intense eyes landed on Narmer's throat. "I have three daughters, Narmer. Why should I introduce you to any of my three daughters if you can't tell me which one would suit you?"
"What else besides a name can you offer them? Their birth name is sufficient and will follow them for life whether they become Sirdsett Haikaddad or not. What can Narmer offer them?"
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Iaheru smiled as the General delivered his request, noting the slight whisper of proper inflection taught in the proper schools. Narmer Haikaddad had a learned foundation indoctrinated in young Egyptian nobles. She wondered how he fared in the Senate, though she was conscious not to draw parallels to whatever little she recalled on Narut. Comparison never lent to true understanding.
She too brought the minty cucumber water to her lips, allowing the refreshment to graze across beeswax and oil coating her lips in moisture. As he bargained with her over the value of a name, Iaheru thought to interrupt him, the urge dissipating with waning impulse. In their kingdom's blinding hedonism, Iaheru was not outwardly or rationally worried about the connotations of a name. Egyptians would flock to Hei Sheifa's Customs House because Greeks, Bedoans, Judeans, and all the kingdoms unnamed and on the periphery of the far world flocked to Hei Sheifa.
She was born Iaheru of Cairo, to a merchant with a touched wife. She became Retainer to Hei Fakouri, then to Hei Naddar, and then Sirdsett of Hei Sheifa. She had many names and this formulation of herself, all things considered, was her prime. Iaheru repositions herself from a position of stiffened relaxation to one of alertness, sitting on the edge of the chaise, placing her cup on the table with a crystalline clink. She cleared her throat after letting Narmer's words hang all the more lazily in the heat of afternoon.
"Your receptive nature will get you far, Narmer. Not many young men with a military career as strong as their name have that trait," She spoke in reference mostly to the rumors swirled around H'Moghadam, but one could also misinterpret that to imply the rash Pharaoh.
"Your lesson begins here. It's a matter of simple maths, really." She recalled the memories of her childhood lessons, her equant charts and the abacus that sat atop her bone inlay desk from lands afar. The wooden beads had long lost their luster, dimpled in their centers from her lifelong use. These lessons converged to this pinnacle in her life. Sirdsett Iaheru H'Sheifa.
Iaheru tilted her glass left to right, aimlessly busying her hands before her intense eyes landed on Narmer's throat. "I have three daughters, Narmer. Why should I introduce you to any of my three daughters if you can't tell me which one would suit you?"
"What else besides a name can you offer them? Their birth name is sufficient and will follow them for life whether they become Sirdsett Haikaddad or not. What can Narmer offer them?"
Iaheru smiled as the General delivered his request, noting the slight whisper of proper inflection taught in the proper schools. Narmer Haikaddad had a learned foundation indoctrinated in young Egyptian nobles. She wondered how he fared in the Senate, though she was conscious not to draw parallels to whatever little she recalled on Narut. Comparison never lent to true understanding.
She too brought the minty cucumber water to her lips, allowing the refreshment to graze across beeswax and oil coating her lips in moisture. As he bargained with her over the value of a name, Iaheru thought to interrupt him, the urge dissipating with waning impulse. In their kingdom's blinding hedonism, Iaheru was not outwardly or rationally worried about the connotations of a name. Egyptians would flock to Hei Sheifa's Customs House because Greeks, Bedoans, Judeans, and all the kingdoms unnamed and on the periphery of the far world flocked to Hei Sheifa.
She was born Iaheru of Cairo, to a merchant with a touched wife. She became Retainer to Hei Fakouri, then to Hei Naddar, and then Sirdsett of Hei Sheifa. She had many names and this formulation of herself, all things considered, was her prime. Iaheru repositions herself from a position of stiffened relaxation to one of alertness, sitting on the edge of the chaise, placing her cup on the table with a crystalline clink. She cleared her throat after letting Narmer's words hang all the more lazily in the heat of afternoon.
"Your receptive nature will get you far, Narmer. Not many young men with a military career as strong as their name have that trait," She spoke in reference mostly to the rumors swirled around H'Moghadam, but one could also misinterpret that to imply the rash Pharaoh.
"Your lesson begins here. It's a matter of simple maths, really." She recalled the memories of her childhood lessons, her equant charts and the abacus that sat atop her bone inlay desk from lands afar. The wooden beads had long lost their luster, dimpled in their centers from her lifelong use. These lessons converged to this pinnacle in her life. Sirdsett Iaheru H'Sheifa.
Iaheru tilted her glass left to right, aimlessly busying her hands before her intense eyes landed on Narmer's throat. "I have three daughters, Narmer. Why should I introduce you to any of my three daughters if you can't tell me which one would suit you?"
"What else besides a name can you offer them? Their birth name is sufficient and will follow them for life whether they become Sirdsett Haikaddad or not. What can Narmer offer them?"
He smiled at the praise, although by now he realized that, by some dumb luck, the Sirdset of Hei Sheifa saw him with a favorable light. That would go far in his pitch, he hoped. But whatever it was, he did not see why he should try and make his luck any worst. As such, Narmer ensured he remained on his best behavior the whole time, his smile pleasant and friendly, even as his heart was beating a mile a minute within the cavity of his chest. Afterall, it wasn't everyday a young man came with a marriage proposal, and with no guidance in this (for Narutt had married Na'mear when Narmer had been really young, and his memories of those times were hazy at best), he was really going into this blind.
He gulped, for despite being well-viewed upon and praised wildly by Iaheru earlier, it was obvious she had no gained her reputation for nothing. For now, when it came down to talks of business, she was not budging despite the earlier welcomes.
Hiding his discomfort by taking another swig of his beverage, Narmer cleared his throat before answering in what he hoped was a smoother, not so nervous tone. "Your second-born, Neithotep is someone I would enjoy to have as a partner in running my Hei, Sirdsett. Logic dictates of course, that your firstborn should be my first choice, but Nefertaari is wily and graceful, beautiful and very much a daughter I believe causes you no strife. Neithotep however, has a personality far different from her sister, and I believe I could be of assistance if you wish for your daughter to settle down before she manages to get herself in a trouble so great, even her Hei could not be able to help her." he paused, and then gave another smile. "Nenet is lovely of course, but she is too young for my age for now, at least not when Neithotep is suited for what I wish would happen between our Hei's. Of course, I have also heard that your daughter favors... men not suited for her station. I can assure you she would have no need for such favors upon marriage to myself."
That Narmer was kind and generous, soft-spoken to all he met was known to many, for the man despite being brought up with a military training, had inherited his brother's desire for peace. Yet he was no virgin, and had taken many lovers over the course of the years, especially since he had travelled far and seen many. If Neithotep wished to be entertained behind bedroom doors... well, he did not see why not. She was not unpleasant to look at afterall, and that was in part, why Narmer had offered for her.
"I offer her the protection of my family, but beyond that I offer you Sirdsett, the safety and knowledge that your daughter will be well cared for to the best of my ability." Of course, so long as that ability came with an injection of money his Hei so direly needed at this point.He would not have Neithotep want of anything... as long as he could afford it.
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He smiled at the praise, although by now he realized that, by some dumb luck, the Sirdset of Hei Sheifa saw him with a favorable light. That would go far in his pitch, he hoped. But whatever it was, he did not see why he should try and make his luck any worst. As such, Narmer ensured he remained on his best behavior the whole time, his smile pleasant and friendly, even as his heart was beating a mile a minute within the cavity of his chest. Afterall, it wasn't everyday a young man came with a marriage proposal, and with no guidance in this (for Narutt had married Na'mear when Narmer had been really young, and his memories of those times were hazy at best), he was really going into this blind.
He gulped, for despite being well-viewed upon and praised wildly by Iaheru earlier, it was obvious she had no gained her reputation for nothing. For now, when it came down to talks of business, she was not budging despite the earlier welcomes.
Hiding his discomfort by taking another swig of his beverage, Narmer cleared his throat before answering in what he hoped was a smoother, not so nervous tone. "Your second-born, Neithotep is someone I would enjoy to have as a partner in running my Hei, Sirdsett. Logic dictates of course, that your firstborn should be my first choice, but Nefertaari is wily and graceful, beautiful and very much a daughter I believe causes you no strife. Neithotep however, has a personality far different from her sister, and I believe I could be of assistance if you wish for your daughter to settle down before she manages to get herself in a trouble so great, even her Hei could not be able to help her." he paused, and then gave another smile. "Nenet is lovely of course, but she is too young for my age for now, at least not when Neithotep is suited for what I wish would happen between our Hei's. Of course, I have also heard that your daughter favors... men not suited for her station. I can assure you she would have no need for such favors upon marriage to myself."
That Narmer was kind and generous, soft-spoken to all he met was known to many, for the man despite being brought up with a military training, had inherited his brother's desire for peace. Yet he was no virgin, and had taken many lovers over the course of the years, especially since he had travelled far and seen many. If Neithotep wished to be entertained behind bedroom doors... well, he did not see why not. She was not unpleasant to look at afterall, and that was in part, why Narmer had offered for her.
"I offer her the protection of my family, but beyond that I offer you Sirdsett, the safety and knowledge that your daughter will be well cared for to the best of my ability." Of course, so long as that ability came with an injection of money his Hei so direly needed at this point.He would not have Neithotep want of anything... as long as he could afford it.
He smiled at the praise, although by now he realized that, by some dumb luck, the Sirdset of Hei Sheifa saw him with a favorable light. That would go far in his pitch, he hoped. But whatever it was, he did not see why he should try and make his luck any worst. As such, Narmer ensured he remained on his best behavior the whole time, his smile pleasant and friendly, even as his heart was beating a mile a minute within the cavity of his chest. Afterall, it wasn't everyday a young man came with a marriage proposal, and with no guidance in this (for Narutt had married Na'mear when Narmer had been really young, and his memories of those times were hazy at best), he was really going into this blind.
He gulped, for despite being well-viewed upon and praised wildly by Iaheru earlier, it was obvious she had no gained her reputation for nothing. For now, when it came down to talks of business, she was not budging despite the earlier welcomes.
Hiding his discomfort by taking another swig of his beverage, Narmer cleared his throat before answering in what he hoped was a smoother, not so nervous tone. "Your second-born, Neithotep is someone I would enjoy to have as a partner in running my Hei, Sirdsett. Logic dictates of course, that your firstborn should be my first choice, but Nefertaari is wily and graceful, beautiful and very much a daughter I believe causes you no strife. Neithotep however, has a personality far different from her sister, and I believe I could be of assistance if you wish for your daughter to settle down before she manages to get herself in a trouble so great, even her Hei could not be able to help her." he paused, and then gave another smile. "Nenet is lovely of course, but she is too young for my age for now, at least not when Neithotep is suited for what I wish would happen between our Hei's. Of course, I have also heard that your daughter favors... men not suited for her station. I can assure you she would have no need for such favors upon marriage to myself."
That Narmer was kind and generous, soft-spoken to all he met was known to many, for the man despite being brought up with a military training, had inherited his brother's desire for peace. Yet he was no virgin, and had taken many lovers over the course of the years, especially since he had travelled far and seen many. If Neithotep wished to be entertained behind bedroom doors... well, he did not see why not. She was not unpleasant to look at afterall, and that was in part, why Narmer had offered for her.
"I offer her the protection of my family, but beyond that I offer you Sirdsett, the safety and knowledge that your daughter will be well cared for to the best of my ability." Of course, so long as that ability came with an injection of money his Hei so direly needed at this point.He would not have Neithotep want of anything... as long as he could afford it.
Iaheru listened to the approximations of a man she praised not moments ago. Perhaps the sun had swelled his head and they desperately needed to return to the cooled bricks of the foyer. Maybe the livening mint had prodded his tongue to run away from his head and, by extension, his brain.
But even so, Iaheru could not fault him. She supposed that Narmer very rarely had the opportunity to sharpen his tongue as he had swords, his own suggestions clunky and ineffecitve. Iaheru wondered if the man entirely sidestepped her pride, if she herself had not articulated clearly that she outwardly did not care about the lie that had infiltrated Egypt as the Nile beat against sand and papyrus brambles. Inwardly, however, was yet another story of how blood begets blood and that all are prone to repeating the sins of their parents. "Men not suited to my daughter's station? Narmer," Iaheru shook her head in a playful, but entirely genuine, amusement, "No man in Egypt is suited to my daughter's stations. All three of them."
She leaned forward in her chair, moving towards cardamon and honey treats, knowing the the sugar slicked the mouth oh so annoyingly on a day as hot at this one. Delicately, she placed the treat on painted lips, and gently licked her fingers clean, "And rest assured, Narmer, with the revelations of the previous year." Iaheru rubbed her slightly tacky hands together, darting intense eyes to the young man who had performed as well as she speculated. "There is very little the Sheifa name cannot survive."
Iaheru relaxed, her back falling into the contours of the chaise, glaring at the sun and trying to find the most appropriate means to express what lonesomeness brought to the forefront of an exercised mind. "I understand Neithotep exists as whisper in courtly affairs. Few have witnessed her beauty in an official capacity, and even fewer her resourcefulness...
"But to speak of my daughter as if she is a problem you can solve? To then ask me for her hand in marriage? Let this be a lesson: never speak ill of other women, but especially my daughters."
After all, throughout the entire revelation of the aforementioned year, Onuphrious never berated her publicly. He simply never spoke another word about the predicament. However, if had been there on that beautifully silent night when the Sirdar hurled every ounce of vitriol he had accumulated in 48 years of life, expelling it all on the son that was never his, perhaps Narmer would understand why the bricks emanated poison that infected the disjointed Sheifa clan with each breath. It was why she took to the Courtyard, why Nenet took to her harp, the strings lightly perfuming the air radiating from some distant room, and why Neithotep took to the night, cloaked in opium and not much else.
For a young woman who never wore shoes, it was with a heavy brow that Iaheru began her next statement. "Regardless, we should schedule a time to meet with you at Saraaya Haikaddad. Perhaps you may like to speak with Neithotep alone at some point before, you may arrange that as you see fit."
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Iaheru listened to the approximations of a man she praised not moments ago. Perhaps the sun had swelled his head and they desperately needed to return to the cooled bricks of the foyer. Maybe the livening mint had prodded his tongue to run away from his head and, by extension, his brain.
But even so, Iaheru could not fault him. She supposed that Narmer very rarely had the opportunity to sharpen his tongue as he had swords, his own suggestions clunky and ineffecitve. Iaheru wondered if the man entirely sidestepped her pride, if she herself had not articulated clearly that she outwardly did not care about the lie that had infiltrated Egypt as the Nile beat against sand and papyrus brambles. Inwardly, however, was yet another story of how blood begets blood and that all are prone to repeating the sins of their parents. "Men not suited to my daughter's station? Narmer," Iaheru shook her head in a playful, but entirely genuine, amusement, "No man in Egypt is suited to my daughter's stations. All three of them."
She leaned forward in her chair, moving towards cardamon and honey treats, knowing the the sugar slicked the mouth oh so annoyingly on a day as hot at this one. Delicately, she placed the treat on painted lips, and gently licked her fingers clean, "And rest assured, Narmer, with the revelations of the previous year." Iaheru rubbed her slightly tacky hands together, darting intense eyes to the young man who had performed as well as she speculated. "There is very little the Sheifa name cannot survive."
Iaheru relaxed, her back falling into the contours of the chaise, glaring at the sun and trying to find the most appropriate means to express what lonesomeness brought to the forefront of an exercised mind. "I understand Neithotep exists as whisper in courtly affairs. Few have witnessed her beauty in an official capacity, and even fewer her resourcefulness...
"But to speak of my daughter as if she is a problem you can solve? To then ask me for her hand in marriage? Let this be a lesson: never speak ill of other women, but especially my daughters."
After all, throughout the entire revelation of the aforementioned year, Onuphrious never berated her publicly. He simply never spoke another word about the predicament. However, if had been there on that beautifully silent night when the Sirdar hurled every ounce of vitriol he had accumulated in 48 years of life, expelling it all on the son that was never his, perhaps Narmer would understand why the bricks emanated poison that infected the disjointed Sheifa clan with each breath. It was why she took to the Courtyard, why Nenet took to her harp, the strings lightly perfuming the air radiating from some distant room, and why Neithotep took to the night, cloaked in opium and not much else.
For a young woman who never wore shoes, it was with a heavy brow that Iaheru began her next statement. "Regardless, we should schedule a time to meet with you at Saraaya Haikaddad. Perhaps you may like to speak with Neithotep alone at some point before, you may arrange that as you see fit."
Iaheru listened to the approximations of a man she praised not moments ago. Perhaps the sun had swelled his head and they desperately needed to return to the cooled bricks of the foyer. Maybe the livening mint had prodded his tongue to run away from his head and, by extension, his brain.
But even so, Iaheru could not fault him. She supposed that Narmer very rarely had the opportunity to sharpen his tongue as he had swords, his own suggestions clunky and ineffecitve. Iaheru wondered if the man entirely sidestepped her pride, if she herself had not articulated clearly that she outwardly did not care about the lie that had infiltrated Egypt as the Nile beat against sand and papyrus brambles. Inwardly, however, was yet another story of how blood begets blood and that all are prone to repeating the sins of their parents. "Men not suited to my daughter's station? Narmer," Iaheru shook her head in a playful, but entirely genuine, amusement, "No man in Egypt is suited to my daughter's stations. All three of them."
She leaned forward in her chair, moving towards cardamon and honey treats, knowing the the sugar slicked the mouth oh so annoyingly on a day as hot at this one. Delicately, she placed the treat on painted lips, and gently licked her fingers clean, "And rest assured, Narmer, with the revelations of the previous year." Iaheru rubbed her slightly tacky hands together, darting intense eyes to the young man who had performed as well as she speculated. "There is very little the Sheifa name cannot survive."
Iaheru relaxed, her back falling into the contours of the chaise, glaring at the sun and trying to find the most appropriate means to express what lonesomeness brought to the forefront of an exercised mind. "I understand Neithotep exists as whisper in courtly affairs. Few have witnessed her beauty in an official capacity, and even fewer her resourcefulness...
"But to speak of my daughter as if she is a problem you can solve? To then ask me for her hand in marriage? Let this be a lesson: never speak ill of other women, but especially my daughters."
After all, throughout the entire revelation of the aforementioned year, Onuphrious never berated her publicly. He simply never spoke another word about the predicament. However, if had been there on that beautifully silent night when the Sirdar hurled every ounce of vitriol he had accumulated in 48 years of life, expelling it all on the son that was never his, perhaps Narmer would understand why the bricks emanated poison that infected the disjointed Sheifa clan with each breath. It was why she took to the Courtyard, why Nenet took to her harp, the strings lightly perfuming the air radiating from some distant room, and why Neithotep took to the night, cloaked in opium and not much else.
For a young woman who never wore shoes, it was with a heavy brow that Iaheru began her next statement. "Regardless, we should schedule a time to meet with you at Saraaya Haikaddad. Perhaps you may like to speak with Neithotep alone at some point before, you may arrange that as you see fit."
Narmer had never been suave with words. That forte had belonged to Narutt, and it had been the reason why his brother had been the one who was most suited to run the Hei, a task and job that Narmer had never wanted. When Iaheru echoed his words with a tinge of what he could only identify as annoyance, he inwardly winced, and hurriedly spoke to correct whatever damage his clunky way with words had dealt out. "O-of course!" he quickly agreed with the statement. "Your three daughter's are far beyond what any of us could even wish for." Even the laugh that followed was awkward, but definitely eager.
Gods help him not mess this up.
That same awkward smile followed, because to identify the elephant in the room that was the scandal that rocked the H'Sheifa Hei due to Iaheru's actions itself, Narmer simply could not be sure what was the appropriate way to respond. Was he to brush it off? To speak about it as if it mattered naught? To admit that it was a huge mistake? To say he believed in Iaheru's innocence over gossipy garbage? Where were his etiquette classes when he needed it?
At a loss for words, Narmer breathed a sigh of relief when Iaheru continued speaking as she leaned back, but his heart pounded in his chest. "I would never wish, Sirdsett." Narmer responded, an apologetic tone underlining his words. "I simply admire Neithotep's beauty, and would seek to have an arrangement beneficial to both your Hei and myself included."
Afraid that he had mucked this up permanently, Narmer worried his bottom lip, somehow unable to let his eyes meet the Sirdsett. The scandal may not have been outwardly affecting the Hei in the eyes of regular people, but Narmer could see the brief, subtle changes in the way the Sheifa family interacted with each other. Yet this was not in his place to comment. All he could do at that point was to berate himself for messing up his choice of words.
So when Iaheru suggested actually meeting with him and his family in his own saraaya, a pair of surprised eyes darted right up at the Sirdsett, before a grateful smile appeared across his lips, and he nodded, perhaps coming off as a tad too eager then he was supposed to. "Of course. I would not dare to seek out Neithotep's audience without your permission of course, Sirdsett. Perhaps I could share a private walk with the young lady when you and yours visit my Hei's saraayaa?" he suggested instead, the picture of a gentleman.
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Narmer had never been suave with words. That forte had belonged to Narutt, and it had been the reason why his brother had been the one who was most suited to run the Hei, a task and job that Narmer had never wanted. When Iaheru echoed his words with a tinge of what he could only identify as annoyance, he inwardly winced, and hurriedly spoke to correct whatever damage his clunky way with words had dealt out. "O-of course!" he quickly agreed with the statement. "Your three daughter's are far beyond what any of us could even wish for." Even the laugh that followed was awkward, but definitely eager.
Gods help him not mess this up.
That same awkward smile followed, because to identify the elephant in the room that was the scandal that rocked the H'Sheifa Hei due to Iaheru's actions itself, Narmer simply could not be sure what was the appropriate way to respond. Was he to brush it off? To speak about it as if it mattered naught? To admit that it was a huge mistake? To say he believed in Iaheru's innocence over gossipy garbage? Where were his etiquette classes when he needed it?
At a loss for words, Narmer breathed a sigh of relief when Iaheru continued speaking as she leaned back, but his heart pounded in his chest. "I would never wish, Sirdsett." Narmer responded, an apologetic tone underlining his words. "I simply admire Neithotep's beauty, and would seek to have an arrangement beneficial to both your Hei and myself included."
Afraid that he had mucked this up permanently, Narmer worried his bottom lip, somehow unable to let his eyes meet the Sirdsett. The scandal may not have been outwardly affecting the Hei in the eyes of regular people, but Narmer could see the brief, subtle changes in the way the Sheifa family interacted with each other. Yet this was not in his place to comment. All he could do at that point was to berate himself for messing up his choice of words.
So when Iaheru suggested actually meeting with him and his family in his own saraaya, a pair of surprised eyes darted right up at the Sirdsett, before a grateful smile appeared across his lips, and he nodded, perhaps coming off as a tad too eager then he was supposed to. "Of course. I would not dare to seek out Neithotep's audience without your permission of course, Sirdsett. Perhaps I could share a private walk with the young lady when you and yours visit my Hei's saraayaa?" he suggested instead, the picture of a gentleman.
Narmer had never been suave with words. That forte had belonged to Narutt, and it had been the reason why his brother had been the one who was most suited to run the Hei, a task and job that Narmer had never wanted. When Iaheru echoed his words with a tinge of what he could only identify as annoyance, he inwardly winced, and hurriedly spoke to correct whatever damage his clunky way with words had dealt out. "O-of course!" he quickly agreed with the statement. "Your three daughter's are far beyond what any of us could even wish for." Even the laugh that followed was awkward, but definitely eager.
Gods help him not mess this up.
That same awkward smile followed, because to identify the elephant in the room that was the scandal that rocked the H'Sheifa Hei due to Iaheru's actions itself, Narmer simply could not be sure what was the appropriate way to respond. Was he to brush it off? To speak about it as if it mattered naught? To admit that it was a huge mistake? To say he believed in Iaheru's innocence over gossipy garbage? Where were his etiquette classes when he needed it?
At a loss for words, Narmer breathed a sigh of relief when Iaheru continued speaking as she leaned back, but his heart pounded in his chest. "I would never wish, Sirdsett." Narmer responded, an apologetic tone underlining his words. "I simply admire Neithotep's beauty, and would seek to have an arrangement beneficial to both your Hei and myself included."
Afraid that he had mucked this up permanently, Narmer worried his bottom lip, somehow unable to let his eyes meet the Sirdsett. The scandal may not have been outwardly affecting the Hei in the eyes of regular people, but Narmer could see the brief, subtle changes in the way the Sheifa family interacted with each other. Yet this was not in his place to comment. All he could do at that point was to berate himself for messing up his choice of words.
So when Iaheru suggested actually meeting with him and his family in his own saraaya, a pair of surprised eyes darted right up at the Sirdsett, before a grateful smile appeared across his lips, and he nodded, perhaps coming off as a tad too eager then he was supposed to. "Of course. I would not dare to seek out Neithotep's audience without your permission of course, Sirdsett. Perhaps I could share a private walk with the young lady when you and yours visit my Hei's saraayaa?" he suggested instead, the picture of a gentleman.
Iaheru only smiled, she wondered when Narmer would become accustomed to her wiles. It took Onuphrious years to adjust to her intensity once it was extracted from demurely silent youth wrapped in headscarves and sashes. It was on occasions like this that she was infinitely thankful that she was born in Egypt. That her intensity and intrusion into the world of men was tolerated rather than suppressed. That a man seeking her daughter came to a mother before a father.
Marriage didn't become Neithotep and Iaheru knew such. The news would not fall on malleable ears, but this arrangement would serve Hei Sheifa well.
After all, Narmer was enjoyable company. He had a good story, one without a clear path, which would also serve Hei Sheifa well. Iaheru would not have taken on the arrangement if she was not confident in achieving her ends of happiness for her children, foremost, but also satisfying the ends of a bolstered reputation. "My daughter doesn't take well to private walks, but you're welcome to try. The docks are a favorite of ours. Perhaps she may take a swim with you in the river," Iaheru spoke with a twinkle in her eyes. "You are both adults in Egypt. I appreciate your courtliness but it truly is not necessary unless you personally require it."
Now Iaheru's mind shifted to the condition of the Haikaddad saraayaa, which was noticeably unkempt through the fault of bad luck. "I suppose we'll arrive soon, Narmer," Iaheru folded her hands into her lap politely. "I'll send a courtier about a day before." Iaheru wanted to see the Haikaddad household as it truly was, just so she could see what furniture and laborers she needed to order to assure Neithotep was regarded well within the court should the marriage materialize. "I do anticipate this arrangement, truly. I look forward to teaching you many things, as will my daughter," she offered him but a wink as she mulled over possibilities and plots.
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Iaheru only smiled, she wondered when Narmer would become accustomed to her wiles. It took Onuphrious years to adjust to her intensity once it was extracted from demurely silent youth wrapped in headscarves and sashes. It was on occasions like this that she was infinitely thankful that she was born in Egypt. That her intensity and intrusion into the world of men was tolerated rather than suppressed. That a man seeking her daughter came to a mother before a father.
Marriage didn't become Neithotep and Iaheru knew such. The news would not fall on malleable ears, but this arrangement would serve Hei Sheifa well.
After all, Narmer was enjoyable company. He had a good story, one without a clear path, which would also serve Hei Sheifa well. Iaheru would not have taken on the arrangement if she was not confident in achieving her ends of happiness for her children, foremost, but also satisfying the ends of a bolstered reputation. "My daughter doesn't take well to private walks, but you're welcome to try. The docks are a favorite of ours. Perhaps she may take a swim with you in the river," Iaheru spoke with a twinkle in her eyes. "You are both adults in Egypt. I appreciate your courtliness but it truly is not necessary unless you personally require it."
Now Iaheru's mind shifted to the condition of the Haikaddad saraayaa, which was noticeably unkempt through the fault of bad luck. "I suppose we'll arrive soon, Narmer," Iaheru folded her hands into her lap politely. "I'll send a courtier about a day before." Iaheru wanted to see the Haikaddad household as it truly was, just so she could see what furniture and laborers she needed to order to assure Neithotep was regarded well within the court should the marriage materialize. "I do anticipate this arrangement, truly. I look forward to teaching you many things, as will my daughter," she offered him but a wink as she mulled over possibilities and plots.
Iaheru only smiled, she wondered when Narmer would become accustomed to her wiles. It took Onuphrious years to adjust to her intensity once it was extracted from demurely silent youth wrapped in headscarves and sashes. It was on occasions like this that she was infinitely thankful that she was born in Egypt. That her intensity and intrusion into the world of men was tolerated rather than suppressed. That a man seeking her daughter came to a mother before a father.
Marriage didn't become Neithotep and Iaheru knew such. The news would not fall on malleable ears, but this arrangement would serve Hei Sheifa well.
After all, Narmer was enjoyable company. He had a good story, one without a clear path, which would also serve Hei Sheifa well. Iaheru would not have taken on the arrangement if she was not confident in achieving her ends of happiness for her children, foremost, but also satisfying the ends of a bolstered reputation. "My daughter doesn't take well to private walks, but you're welcome to try. The docks are a favorite of ours. Perhaps she may take a swim with you in the river," Iaheru spoke with a twinkle in her eyes. "You are both adults in Egypt. I appreciate your courtliness but it truly is not necessary unless you personally require it."
Now Iaheru's mind shifted to the condition of the Haikaddad saraayaa, which was noticeably unkempt through the fault of bad luck. "I suppose we'll arrive soon, Narmer," Iaheru folded her hands into her lap politely. "I'll send a courtier about a day before." Iaheru wanted to see the Haikaddad household as it truly was, just so she could see what furniture and laborers she needed to order to assure Neithotep was regarded well within the court should the marriage materialize. "I do anticipate this arrangement, truly. I look forward to teaching you many things, as will my daughter," she offered him but a wink as she mulled over possibilities and plots.
Even if there had not been a hint of a challenge in Iaheru's voice, Narmer found himself rising to it. He had always been someone who liked to challenge the impossible, and the man found himself smiling as he nodded. "I will do my best, but a swim... could be saved for a later date." Equal parts respectful but determined in his tone, Narmer chuckled at her next words. "I understand, Sirdsett. However, my father and brother has taught me respect to be given to the fairer gender, and I wish to honor their wishes. I suspect my sister-in-law would not allow me to hear the end of it should there be any whispers of me being disrespectful to your daughter." Na'meah had been treated with the utmost respect and kindness by Narutt, and that same quality was being passed down to Kissan now. While Narmer understand Iaheru's words, he simply did not wish to be a bad example to his nephew.
Nodding, he stood up as they made arrangements for the visit of the Sheifa family to his saraayaa. In his mind, Narmer made some quick plans, including the need to speak to his sister-in-law and nieces and nephew's to inform them of this plan. While it was not solidified yet, a visit from Iaheru and her daughter's meant that at least, Narmer had yet to take a wrong step.
Returning the wink with a smile of his own, Narmer's reply was in earnest as he spoke. "And I too, am eager to learn all that can be taught. Hei Sheifa has grown exponentially, and there is much yet that I need to learn before I could grow the legacy my father and brother has left behind for me. I await your courtier eagerly, Sirdsett." With another respectful bow, Narmer took his leave from the Hei, quickly making his way back to his own saraayaa with his head brimming with plans.
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Even if there had not been a hint of a challenge in Iaheru's voice, Narmer found himself rising to it. He had always been someone who liked to challenge the impossible, and the man found himself smiling as he nodded. "I will do my best, but a swim... could be saved for a later date." Equal parts respectful but determined in his tone, Narmer chuckled at her next words. "I understand, Sirdsett. However, my father and brother has taught me respect to be given to the fairer gender, and I wish to honor their wishes. I suspect my sister-in-law would not allow me to hear the end of it should there be any whispers of me being disrespectful to your daughter." Na'meah had been treated with the utmost respect and kindness by Narutt, and that same quality was being passed down to Kissan now. While Narmer understand Iaheru's words, he simply did not wish to be a bad example to his nephew.
Nodding, he stood up as they made arrangements for the visit of the Sheifa family to his saraayaa. In his mind, Narmer made some quick plans, including the need to speak to his sister-in-law and nieces and nephew's to inform them of this plan. While it was not solidified yet, a visit from Iaheru and her daughter's meant that at least, Narmer had yet to take a wrong step.
Returning the wink with a smile of his own, Narmer's reply was in earnest as he spoke. "And I too, am eager to learn all that can be taught. Hei Sheifa has grown exponentially, and there is much yet that I need to learn before I could grow the legacy my father and brother has left behind for me. I await your courtier eagerly, Sirdsett." With another respectful bow, Narmer took his leave from the Hei, quickly making his way back to his own saraayaa with his head brimming with plans.
Even if there had not been a hint of a challenge in Iaheru's voice, Narmer found himself rising to it. He had always been someone who liked to challenge the impossible, and the man found himself smiling as he nodded. "I will do my best, but a swim... could be saved for a later date." Equal parts respectful but determined in his tone, Narmer chuckled at her next words. "I understand, Sirdsett. However, my father and brother has taught me respect to be given to the fairer gender, and I wish to honor their wishes. I suspect my sister-in-law would not allow me to hear the end of it should there be any whispers of me being disrespectful to your daughter." Na'meah had been treated with the utmost respect and kindness by Narutt, and that same quality was being passed down to Kissan now. While Narmer understand Iaheru's words, he simply did not wish to be a bad example to his nephew.
Nodding, he stood up as they made arrangements for the visit of the Sheifa family to his saraayaa. In his mind, Narmer made some quick plans, including the need to speak to his sister-in-law and nieces and nephew's to inform them of this plan. While it was not solidified yet, a visit from Iaheru and her daughter's meant that at least, Narmer had yet to take a wrong step.
Returning the wink with a smile of his own, Narmer's reply was in earnest as he spoke. "And I too, am eager to learn all that can be taught. Hei Sheifa has grown exponentially, and there is much yet that I need to learn before I could grow the legacy my father and brother has left behind for me. I await your courtier eagerly, Sirdsett." With another respectful bow, Narmer took his leave from the Hei, quickly making his way back to his own saraayaa with his head brimming with plans.