Ancient Egypt: On the Nile

Originally posted by Barf Heaven
"Not much... What happened last night after I left, by the way?"

Zafira shrugged. "Nothing really. My master seems more lenient and accepting. He's treating more as an equal, which is starting to worry me." she answered. "So what have you heard of the new king?"

Rameses looked up as a man dressed in a very white linen loincloth came down the road.
"The pharoah has called a meeting tonight at dusk, if you wish to attend."

Rameses nodded.

((you mean why did I change my username? It was a joke between me and total metalhead... Renamed "total nettlehead" by me 😎
It's only for a little while though))

Zafira looked saddened. "I'm sure it's very important. I know my master will tell me what was told." she said.

"Don't feel so bad. It's probably just the new king officially asserting his power," Rameses said with a chuckle.

Zafira smiled slightly. She petted the horse but let it drink too. "So who were you racing against?" she joked.

"I don't know.. Some girl who thought she had a faster horse than me, I guess," he said jokingly.

"Sire, it's done...Most of the town knows of the meeting. Those we told, we ordered to tell at least one other person. There should be plenty of subjects..."

Naqada interrupted, "Citizens...Not subjects. I am a king but I will rule differently. I want their opinions, not just to order them but to guide and lead them. I want meetings to explain our actions...Many things will be secretive but many things that WERE secretive will now be open. This is a new era, not like the past. I will make sure of it."

"Hey!" said Yuma from appearing behind the back of the house. "I've got a message for you from the royal advisor. Before you took off so I couldn't catch up. Here you go." Yuma huffed as she handed the bit of parchment to him.

Dumi sighed. His work was quickly boring him. He looked up at the blue cloth draped as a door to Zafira's personal chambers.
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Zafira shrugged. "I guess he'll be like the other kings. Slaves will be obedient and tolerent toys of pain again. But with this change in Dumi, I'm wondering if his Wife's Death is getting to him."

((I already found out about the meeting thingy...))

Zafira clapsed her hand over her mouth. "Please don't tell him I said that." she begged Rameses.

"I think I'll walk to the meeting...I must leave shortly."

"But sire, you might be killed in the masses."

"I have nothing to fear. They don't hate me yet. I'll go with a few guards...Don't make them look obvious. Many people still don't really know who I am, I'd rather troll around town for a little while."

Naqada grabbed a somewhat dirty robe and threw it over himself and walked out the door.

Zafira sighed. "Maybe I can sneak into yje meeting." she said jokingly.

"He'll be there too..."

"Who, Dumi?" Zafira asked. "He has a lot of work."

"If this is as important as everybody says it is, he'll be there."
Just then, Rameses mother popped her head out the door. "Rameses, I need you to take Kem to the farrier. She has a bad nail in her right hind," she called out from the house.
"Alright," Rameses answered. He took Ahmose and put him away in his stall, then went and got Kem out of hers. He sighed, realizing that he would have to take her down the river apiece, to the public ferry. His small raft wasn't big enough to support the weight of a horse. Letting her swim the river was out of the question, with the ever-present danger of crocodiles. He started down the road towards the public crossing.

Zafira accompanied Rameses. "How did she get a nail in her?" she asked pitying the beautiful steed.

"I don't know... Farrier messed up last time, I guess. It's only been a few days since she last saw him, so that's probably it."

Zafira nodded. "You don't mind if I come, do you?"