This isn't a typical ancient Egypt story, it is more of a nonsensical tale about my favorite band Here Come the Mummies. If you are not familiar with them, it won't make nearly as much sense or be as much fun, but perhaps it will still hold some enjoyment.
The Beginning
The servant wasn't sure which was louder, his heartbeat or his sandals scraping against the floor of the long hallway. The torches mounted on the walls cast eerie shadows as he finished his march to the Pharaoh's quarters. There were times like this that he wished he was still a lowly slave and not directly responsible to the Pharaoh, but alas he had worked his way up to the higher rank of man-servant and was now responsible for delivering some very bad news.
He, as well as many others, had spent the last half hour looking high and low for Miriam, the wild daughter of the Pharaoh. She was young and beautiful, and while the king of Egypt was beyond proud of his daughter's magnificence, he also knew she held the desire of every male around her. And this was why he was constantly checking on her whereabouts. He could already tell from his man-servant's face that the news was not good.
The servant bowed and stated simply that the royal daughter was neither in her room nor anywhere on the grounds. He had even asked the young girls that were about, where she might have gone. They all bickered at first but finally returned with a single answer: the discotheque in a nearby cave.
It was a place known to those with no responsibilities and even fewer morals. It was also frequented by a group of musicians who often set their sights on the fair maidens of the area. They brought in crowds far and wide to groove to their funky tones and swing their hips, among other things, in time to the harmonious beat. One could hear the party long before they came across the secret entrance, which wasn't so secret once the band took center stage.
The Pharaoh, surrounded by his minions made his way towards the slender opening that would lead to the path of iniquity; he could only hope it wasn't too late to rescue his daughter from certain sin.
The torches that adorned the walls as well as the chandelier hanging in the center of the stone room, set the tone for an evening of raucous fun. Bodies were entwined, entangled as well as disheveled, and that was just on the stage. It appeared that the line between band and crowd had blurred into one large pack of gyrating mass.
The Pharaoh had one of his slaves get on his hands and knees on the hard stone floor while another helped the King step atop the poor man. With his expanded view he was able to scan the room looking for his wayward offspring. The crowd, though full of youngsters, as well as those more akin to middle age and beyond, did not yield his daughter. Beginning to feel a sense of relief that his daughter had chosen a more righteous path, the Pharaoh was prepared to step down from his now wobbling perch, when he saw her. She was not only up on the makeshift stage; she was all tangled up with one of the band members. He couldn't tell exactly who belonged where but it was apparent by the object that he was fingering in front of him, that he was indeed the cause of the melody trailing from the immediate area.
Other band members were banging and blowing away on various pieces of equipment, each creating their very own form of noise. With one shout the King quieted the entire room. There was a moment of hesitation before total chaos ensued. Most headed straight for the door while others merely ran around in panicked circles. After much of the place had cleared out, the band, tired from their previous circular activity, fell over in a state of vertigo. Miriam screeched the typical, "how could you Daddy" in the general direction of her father.
The Pharaoh looked around at who was left behind. Only his daughter, Miriam, along with a few of her closest friends remained. The band appeared to be made up of eight men in various states of confusion. They still remained unsure as to what had crashed their everlasting party.
Within the hour, Miriam's friends had been taken home, the band secured in the dungeon and the Pharaoh was beyond furious.
"But Daddy, they are great musicians, they make us all want to dance and forget about our troubles." The teen wailed.
"It's how you are forgetting about your troubles is what worries me," he replied.
"How can you not trust me?"
"You were on the stage with one of them," he pointed out.
"Just for a moment, we were dancing," she explained.
The Pharaoh, his arms crossed, looked down at his daughter and shook his head. "I believe there was more to it."
"Well there wasn't, you just don't know how to have fun," she said, stomping her foot and crossing her own arms.
"Well I think I know how to make this issue go away," he said waving towards his servants.
"No Daddy, you can't kill them."
"Oh I won't kill them; I have something else in mind for those men."