Primly Yuma fanned the great pahroah checking the sun's position every three seconds. The pahroah looked at her and she fanned harder. The monk's Rahs Temple will be very mad she is late. "Yuma, stop staring at the sun and fan your great pahroah," barked the pahroah. Yuma sweated and started to puff as she became tired from this stupid task.
"Sorry my lord," Yuma said as she flapped the fan faster. The sun burned on her face and left red marks all over her as the pharoah sat under his feathers kind of umbrella.
"It isn't good enough Yuma. Go back to the temple!" hissed the pharoah angrily as he pushed her away. The priestess fell on her face and volted from his site hurrying away. Tears washed over her face as a beautiful golden dome loomed in front of her.
*Woops I meant the pharoah's royal advisor please ignore what I wrote. It is the royal advisor.*
"Why are you late Yuma?" asked the monk of the Rahs Temple roughly. His hands were on his hips and he had a huge scowl on his face. Yuma looked at him with careful brown eyes and primly brushed off her dusty white robe.
"I was fanning the pahroah's royal advisor. It was an order. I'm very sorry." said Yuma as she knelt touching her head to the floor.
"Yuma, to be a good priestess you must do your duties even odd ones. Now go put incense on Rah's tomb for the ceremony tonight." the monk said bowing his head.
"Yes my lord." Yuma whispered as she ran from his sight grabbing the incense along the way.
After Yuma finished her duties she hurried to her bed in the temple. She slept until the sun shined through. Hurriedly she got up and ran out to market. Yuma went to buy new incense and supplies for the temple.
Purchasing all Yuma hurried and tripped over a rock spillling all of her stuff. A tan man walked up to her started picking it up and walking alongside her.
Rameses gave his horse a good jab in the side. Ahmose took off even faster than he had been going before, if it was possible, and was neck-and-neck with Yuma. Neither horse showed signs of slowing, and they were already a good distance away from town, so Rameses held up his hand as a gesture to slow down. He slowly brought his horse down to a walk.
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"HARDER! FASTER! I need more of a challenge...I thought you were the best swordsman our army had?"
The other burly man replied, "Sire, I am the best we have...You're just...better."
In walked the Royal Advisor.
"Is there anything you need, pharoah?"
"Yes...Actually there is. Call a town meeting, anyone who wishes should attend. I want the people's perspective about what we should do about these parties attacking our convoys to the north. Make the meeting for later tonight."
"Consider it done, sir."