The sweet smells of the oils in the bath tickle my nose. By the end of
today I will be Jakal's wife. That thought is far sweeter than any oil or
perfume. It is a shame that Scarab could not be here. Probably off in the
palace trying to rise to a higher position again. I told him that he was
high enough. Advisor to the Pharaoh! Hope that he remembers who exactly
got him an audience with the Pharaoh. Still I really want him to meet
Ja'kal. Oh well no use in wishing for the impossible. Besides if he did
come he probably would threaten Ja'kal about what he would do to him if he
hurt me. Even though Scarab and I are many years apart he is very
protective of me, his little sister. He promised never to hurt me, so far
he has kept that promise. Gods, the water has gone cold! Have I really
been thinking that long? Time to get out and start a new life.
My tears fall into the water. Ja'kal has left to be a guardian to the Pharaoh and his son. I splash water on my eyes before getting out. I do not want anyone to see that I have been crying. It is probably no use anyone can hear my heart shattering into thousands of pieces. But I will hold my head up high and be brave for both him and our son Padget. It is not that I am scared to be by myself, I know Eygptsu and can fend for myself. But I will miss him. I can here that Padget has woken and needs me. Better check on him.
I can feel my legs give out from under me. It can't be! I refuse to believe that Ja'kal is died. The messenger has said something else, something that I know is wrong. He says that he was killed by Scarab. Padget is next to me, he is hugging me trying to dry my tears. He cannot cry, how can someone cry for a person they never knew? The messenger says that we are to travel to the capital for the burial. Also, if we wish we can watch Scarab be entombed alive. I say that we will not attend that, as much anger as I am feeling right now I could never watch my brother receive such a horrible punishment.
Fever sweeps through my entire body. But I cannot leave Padget's side. He came down with the fever two weeks ago. I followed shortly after, but I have stayed by my son's bed side. It has been six years since Ja'kal died. Funny how I just realized that, the fever must be really affecting me now. Padget sits up and screams for me. I hold him in my arms. All of a sudden he is stiff and cold. I feel for a heart beat but can find none. The only reason I have been fighting this fever is so that I could be there for him. Now there is no reason to fight anymore. I lay Padget's stiff body down and rest my head next to his hand that I am holding. As I close my eyes I can see Ja'kal holding Padget. Content fills my body as I realize that I will be with them soon.
The embalmer took out his jar of juniper-berry oil, palm wine, milk, and some spices. And Tia's dead body was bathed in sweet oils. (A.N. Hi! I know that Scarab didn't have a sister, much less Ja'kal's wife, but whose to say he didn't? Also, I know it is unlikely that Tia would have never mentioned her brother to Ja'kal, but it makes the story interesting. Hope you liked the story! Please read and review!
My tears fall into the water. Ja'kal has left to be a guardian to the Pharaoh and his son. I splash water on my eyes before getting out. I do not want anyone to see that I have been crying. It is probably no use anyone can hear my heart shattering into thousands of pieces. But I will hold my head up high and be brave for both him and our son Padget. It is not that I am scared to be by myself, I know Eygptsu and can fend for myself. But I will miss him. I can here that Padget has woken and needs me. Better check on him.
I can feel my legs give out from under me. It can't be! I refuse to believe that Ja'kal is died. The messenger has said something else, something that I know is wrong. He says that he was killed by Scarab. Padget is next to me, he is hugging me trying to dry my tears. He cannot cry, how can someone cry for a person they never knew? The messenger says that we are to travel to the capital for the burial. Also, if we wish we can watch Scarab be entombed alive. I say that we will not attend that, as much anger as I am feeling right now I could never watch my brother receive such a horrible punishment.
Fever sweeps through my entire body. But I cannot leave Padget's side. He came down with the fever two weeks ago. I followed shortly after, but I have stayed by my son's bed side. It has been six years since Ja'kal died. Funny how I just realized that, the fever must be really affecting me now. Padget sits up and screams for me. I hold him in my arms. All of a sudden he is stiff and cold. I feel for a heart beat but can find none. The only reason I have been fighting this fever is so that I could be there for him. Now there is no reason to fight anymore. I lay Padget's stiff body down and rest my head next to his hand that I am holding. As I close my eyes I can see Ja'kal holding Padget. Content fills my body as I realize that I will be with them soon.
The embalmer took out his jar of juniper-berry oil, palm wine, milk, and some spices. And Tia's dead body was bathed in sweet oils. (A.N. Hi! I know that Scarab didn't have a sister, much less Ja'kal's wife, but whose to say he didn't? Also, I know it is unlikely that Tia would have never mentioned her brother to Ja'kal, but it makes the story interesting. Hope you liked the story! Please read and review!