Ancient Egypt: On the Nile

"Dumi, what's going on here?"

Naqadar looked to Zafira,

"Have we met before? You look so familiar...I'm Naqadar."

Zafira glanced at Dumi. "I'm Zaf." she said in a gruff voice. "And I don't think we've met, your highness."

"I'm Yu from the work on the temple," said Yuma with a gruff voice too.

Dumi chuckled as he went back to training. Wtaching the two women pretend like a couple of children was amusing.

Yuma hid her red cheek at Dumi's chuckle and kept her eyes locked on the pharoah.

Dumi went back to training.

"Those eyes..."

Naqadar mumbled as he walked back to his tent.

Zafira sighed in relief. She looked at Dumi and gave him a glare that said she could do this.

"What did he mean?" asked Yuma worriedly.

"it means he recognizes one of us but it's like he doesn't want to admit it" Zafira explained.

"That's true," said Yuma.

Zafira looked over at Dumi who was going easy on a younger and much skinnier guy.

"What should we do?" asked Yuma dumbfounded.

"Play it out." she whispered.

"Gotcha," said Yuma before she went off to practice against another soilder in sword fighting.

Zafira was nervous. a guy walked up to her and asked if she would like to train. Zafira nodded.

Yuma watched Zafira as she blocked an attack.

Zafira ducked a low sending her sparring partner to the ground. This turned heads. Zafira began to get nervous with the more experienced watched.

Yuma twirled around and manuevered her partner into a corner knocking his sword away from him.

Naqadar stood in the opening to his tent, shaking his head in discust.

He yelled, "That's all! Lights out! We need sleep for tomorrow!"

He walked out towards the rest of the soldiers to get ready for "bedtime". Odd for even a general to sleep amongst his men, let alone a pharoah.