The woman pushed the guard, and released the grip. She bowed, and the guard hissed. A servant came to her side, and she walked with her to get bathed. After being bathed and new clothes, she wore an elegant black skirt with a matching top, barring her stomach. She had on silk sandals, and her black hair was pinned back, and a black veil covered her curly black locks. She walked back towards the commander, and the guard looked over.
"I dont like gypsy's." he told her with a harsh tone.
"Sorry to hear that," she said softly.
"You have wounds." he said, and she covered her arms. "I'm watching you." he hissed.
She continued towards the Commander and the woman.
"I give a million thanks to the good you have done for me." she tells. him. "What is your name?"
"My names Tamkley... And well You could be a royal cook... They pay very well... Now to think were can we put you as a royal cook.... THeres two places, Pharaons palace and mines... I cant tell the Pharaon to accept you, its over my powers.. SO you could be the Royal Cook for my palace that is, Ill give you a bag of gold every week" answered Tamkley
SHe turned to Tamkley and gave a smile. "My name is Marja." she walked towards him. "Gypsy's dont do well in one place." she explained. "Thankyou for your generousity... but Im a drifter." she told him, and she bowed her head and turned to leave. Passing the guard, and giving him a wink.
As she walked outside, she watched as slaves were lined up to build for there Pharoh. She watched her feet, trying to ignore this. Her veil covering her face. Then she looked up, a solider raised his whip to whip a teenager.
Before the whip even touched his back it wrapped around her arm. "You cruel human." she yanked the whip from him. "Here..." she bent down and gave him some water from his falsk.
"Step away from that slave, you have no right." The solider demanded.
"What gave you the right to whip a innocnet man." she yelled back. The guard went to attack her, and she stepped aside pushing him to the ground. There was a snap and the man fell through the boards and crashing onto the hard ground below. The soliders and guards spotted the pol of blood. She jetted.
"SEIZE HER!" a man screamed.
Before she had even time to get away, men on black horses gallpoed besides her and bashed her to the floor. She tried to get up, but they came around and one had mannaged to get a rope around her, and they dragged her back. The Guard from before walked to her.
"Bring her to the Commander." he smiled. "You should have just kept walking." the guard hissed, and the solider dragged her by the rope.
And again she was infront of Tamkley.
"Sire, she killed one of our soliders. Cold blooded." he said.
"Yes sir, she pushed him from the ledge." he stated.
Marja said nothing, she looked down... dirty again bleeding from her knees and elbows. "Sir I.." she started but the soldier slapped her hard acrossed the face.
"No one said you could speak." he said "What do you suggest sire, lock her up for a trial, or kill her now?"
"No, let her go but if she breaks something again then.." began Tamkley but then the Pharaon, Ramses went in "Did someone say this women killed a soldier?" asked Ramses. One of the guards replied "Yes sir and she is a gipsy"
Ramses: Then we will need to chop her head off tonight at eight.
Tamkley was worried as he lied "No Lord Ramses, She is my neice..."
Ramses looked crossly at Tamkley "Your niece is a gipsy?" "No sir, we were seperated when we were little, she has egyptian blood flowing throu her veins, She will stay here under my supervision, and under my expenses" answered Tamkley "So be it" said Ramses as he exited