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THE THRONE
By Robin Harlan
The summer sun not only beat down upon everyone at this unwanted funeral, but also heated the air till every breath hurt. To any normal loving sister who was at her brother’s funeral that pain would not come from breathing air with no moisture in it, but from the pain of losing her only brother. Instead, all I feel is resentment toward my brother even after his life is over. Now when my father dies, no one but me will be able to take the throne. Why me? I don’t want the throne! It’s not as if I want to be a commoner or even just a noble. No, I like my rank as a pharaoh’s only daughter, but why does it have to be changed to pharaoh? Maybe I’ll get married and have my husband rule with me making suggestions, the way I do now with father. Ew, 18 is way too young for marriage by my standards.
Since my brother Haren died unexpectedly of a disease, he doesn't have a proper pyramid built for him, so after a little suggestion to father we’re having him buried in the sand and dirt. A pharaohs’ son! I really shouldn't’t be so mean but I can’t help it. Haren and I have always greatly disliked each other. Haren was nearly eight years older then me so he knew our mother. She died giving birth to me. I don’t think Haren forgave me for that even though I was born tiny. After her death father just retreated into his mind. She was his only wife and, as far as anyone can tell, his first and only love. Because of father’s incapability to take care of us, and because of his mental state, and because he had important business to take care of all the time, my brother and I had a nanny. She was the most hateful angry woman I have ever met and I believe shall ever meet. She loved to watch fights among animals and humans. The love of fighting showed when, from an early age, she started to make my brother and me fight. He - being so much older and bigger then I - would always win easily. Now whenever anyone mentions the most common women’s name in Egypt, Amisi, I shudder.
“Tameri,” Nomti (my father’s greatest supporting noble’s son who is around my age) said, taking my hand and bringing it to his lips. Ugh, Nomti. He renamed himself Nomti, which means strength. He thought naming himself something scary would make him imposing but he is still just as pathetically puny as before. Thou my nickname for him is Sokkwi meaning little fool.
“How well your mother named you after the great lady of Egypt.” He schmoozed, “The great beautiful lady, of Egypt.” He was still holding my hand when he was finally done oozing out compliments that disgusted me. Nomti was scrawny and rat-like with oily hair and skin and he always fidgeted like a young child who has to pee. I yanked my hand out of his and gave him my iciest smile and said with as much steel in my voice as possible,
“Why thank you Sokkwi but as you can see this is my brother’s funeral and everyone here is here to mourn not give out compliments.”
“I’m sorry I did’t mean to offend you.” He said giving a tight little smile as his father approached.
“Hello, Tameri I am sorry for your lose.” Ya right everyone knows Haren and I hated each other.
“Thank you Awan, my grief will last many months.”
“I’m sure he did the same for your mother when you were born.” I froze not knowing how to respond to that. There was a rumor that was quite scandals about him. Oh what the heck I’ll throw a punch.
“Yes I’m sure he did. I bet your wife will grieve when she comes to know about your, err, deep relationship with the maid.” His jaw set in place and his slime offspring looked up at him in shock.
“Good bye Awan, Nomti.” When I did not move away from them it was there cue to back off and they did.
“Wow that was intense.” A familiar voice said behind me I turned my head to accept some water from the servant Hamu, who just happens to be my best friend.
“ Gods they cause me so much grief. I wish they would just crawl into a hole were they belong.”
“Aren’t you being a little bit dramatic?”
“No.” I said matter-of-fact.
“Oh, okay then.” And Hamu went back to serving refreshments. The rest of the day went by in a whirl of faces and voices, when it was time for bed I was so exhausted from the day I almost had to be carried to bed. When my personal servant, Nane was closing the shutters I asked her,
“Nane, what do you think would happen if someone from my family said I was unfit to rule the throne tried to lay a claim on it? And tell the truth.” She thought while preparing my room,
“Well your people love you miss. But if the person who tried to lay a claim on the throne was well known among us commoners and we loved him, or her it would be fiercely competitive Miss. And you being a women, if the challenger was a man it would give him an advantage over you.”
“Would you back me Nane?” Nane paused at the door and said, “Yes, I would.” And left.
When I was awakening by Nane the next morning to perform a privet ritual greeting Ra the sun god, I was in a bad mood. The entire night my dreams were plagued with people lying and betraying me. When Nane’s face was the first thing I saw I remembered last nights conversation. Was she lying to me? I dismissed the thought, and got ready for the day. Twenty minuets later I decided to see my father. Ever since the funereal he has not been doing well at all.
The workers on his pyramid were told to speed things up just in case the king was to die earlier then anticipated. Honestly my estimate was that he had a month or two before his Ka left his body. I got to the two giant doors that lead to the hall were my father would hear the cities citizens complaints. But now very few came to ask a depressed king what to do. The solders opened the giant doors and I called out,
“Father!” A frail voice answered,
“Hello poppet.” I smiled at the use of my childhood nickname. I walked up to father and sunk to the ground at his feet. Leaning my head against the side of his leg I asked,
“Would you like to see the city today? It’s very nice out. Warm.”
“That sounds wonderful.” Was all he replied staring straight ahead. Ten minuets later we wear in the middle of the city with a heavy escort. Adults crowded the doorways and streets while children laughed and screamed walking with us until their mothers called them back.
A cloaked man and old women blocking our path, their backs were turned to us. One of our solders called out,
“The King and his daughter are passing! Please move aside.” When they did not move the caption of our escort started forward to the duo.
“Don’t I’ll take care of it.” Said my father stopping him.
“Our you sure sir?” the caption asked. Not replying father started forward towards them.
“Please can you move aside-“ he was forced to stop when the woman flew around and slit his throat then her own. The man threw his dagger randomly; the knife hit my closest guard then killed him self. It was silent for a moment then everything was cause. Women were screaming while their husbands tried ushering everyone into their houses. The young children did’t know what happened but caught onto the fear in the air and started wailing too.
The remaining of the guards closed around me in a tight circle their swords draw. Slowly shuffling our feet we started to make our way back to the palace. A man came running up to us and the nearest guard slaughtered him. I screamed,
“What did you do that for?”
“He could have been another assassin Miss.”
A woman wailed and came flying at us with her fists raised.
“That was my husband!”
She too was killed.
Only a few others were killed for the sake of protecting me. By the time we got to the palace I was sobbing in sock and despair. We were not able to carry my fathers body so he was probably still in the street dead. I now don’t have and family! Oh gods! What am I going to do? Who can I trust? No one! I can’t confine my troubles with anyone! I looked around the grand hall that belonged to me now, with all of its gold trimmed furniture and other grandeur. Suddenly my vision went out and I lost conciseness. When I woke up Nane and Hamu were milling about my room. I sat up and put my hand to my head.
“What happened?” Instantly the two of them were at my side.
“You passed out.” Answered Hamu.
“Yes you haven’t been out long we just got you in here.” I mmhhhmmed and sat all the way up. My vision clouded a bit at the sudden change of elevation.
“How would you two like to be my chief advisers?” I asked suddenly. They were both taken back.
“But we can’t advise you we have only the most basic of schooling.” Nane exclaimed.
“That’s true but both of you I can trust and both of you are very wise.” I stated.
“I’ll do it.” Hamu said. I looked at Nane expectantly. With her head bowed she said very softly,
“And so will I.” I smiled quite happy with myself.
“Can I sleep for a bit?” I asked.
“Of course.” Hamu replied.
10 years later.
Ten years later I have a husband and two beautiful children. Their names are Tutankhamen, which means treasure, and Banafrit, which means beautiful soul. Tutankhamen is the oldest and a boy while Banafrit is a girl. Their father my husband and the Co-Pharaoh of Egypt is the ex-servant boy Hamu. Not many people in Egypt were happy with me for marring a servant but their anger faded once he and I lead Egypt into the greatest most prosperous time ever. And I found out who was responsible for my Fathers death. It was Nomti and Awan.
It turns out that Nomti asked my father for my hand in marriage and my father turned them down. They were furious because no me no throne. So instead of trying to favor my Father they killed him. Ya you can totally tell they thought that plan through. Yup, totally smart.
Right now however I am waiting for my husband’s return from war with the near east. He should have come yesterday but so far nothing. I looked up from picking my nails when the butler came in with two solders with their caps off in front of them. My stomach hit the floor and I gasped.
“I am so sorry to tell you your majesty, but Hamu is dead.” I fell to the floor sobbing. NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! He can’t be dead! We were supposed to die together not him dieing in battle!
“No, No, No, No!” I heard the door close as they left me to grieve in solitude.
“Mommy?” said Banafrit she was only five. How could I let her be fatherless? Something cold replaced my heart as I looked upon my own beautiful, loving, innocent daughter.
“Come hear darling. Will you wipe the tears off my face?” Banafrit came running and while her little arms were raised away from her I closed my eyes and tried to not listen as I killed my daughter with my two hands.
When I opened my eyes I looked at her lifeless body sprawled across the floor, and sighed. I believe I schooled my son well enough and left him enough perfect adviser's to have him king. I looked around the room for some tool to dispose my own life. Ah the meat-cutting knife I was using earlier to eat a snack that would be perfect. I picked the knife up and decided since my heart was broken I would stab myself their. And I did, deep nearly all the way to the hilt of the knife. The last image that registered in my brain was of Tutankhamen staring at me wide eyed at the entrance of the door.
Going to three funerals in one day while having witnessed two of the deaths not easy on a twelve-year-old boy. Who now after his mother’s death must take the throne. Young Pharaoh Tutankhamen turned his back on his father’s, mother’s, and sister’s graves and walked towered his new life of Pharaoh of Egypt.
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