Soaring Over Nile
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Chapter Four: A Bitter Meeting
Amuenet turned swiftly around, dreading the scene that would await her.
To her surprise, she saw a boy around the age of sixteen or seventeen. He had a royalpurple cape on and his arms were adorned with golden jewellery. The boy wore a cream tunic and his hair stuck up in peculiar triangular shapes. The boy's crimson eyes met Amuenet's own and she quickly turned away again.
"Who are you?" the boy asked, his tone surprised, "What are you doing here?"
"None of your business is it pyramid-boy?" Amuenet snapped, a bit sharper than she intended, her insult slipping from her mouth easily, "What are you doing here?"
The boy in front of her shrugged, apparently undisturbed by her prudence.
"I needed some fresh air. The heat inside makes me dizzy. And I dislike the dull murmurings everyone seems to talk about-they are plainly mediocre."
Amuenet regarded the boy carefully. His crimson eyes gave no clue and Amuenet didn't bother to fathom with the mind of a boy her age anyway. He seemed very confusing, speaking with a distinct accent.
Turning her back on the boy, Amuenet said carefully, "How did you get up here?"
"I climbed the stairs," the boy replied, somewhere near her right.
Amuenet turned around again, feeling somewhat stupid.
"There are stairs leading up here?"
"Of course," the boy said, his eyebrows raised, "Are you telling me you think I dropped out of the sky or something?"
"No."
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Atem surveyed the girl in front of him.
She looked small and slim but Atem knew that people were not all they seemed. This girl in front of him was a perfect example.
Her dark, brown eyes were cold and veiled and seemed to possess a constantly suspicious glare in them. She didn't look very pretty-with common dark skin and black hair-and the numerous cuts and scrapes on her bare arms showed that this girl got involved in brawls very often.
Judging by the expensive-looking dress the girl wore and the elegant sort of way she held herself, Atem presumed she was from one of the wealthy families who were coming to visit. Her language carried a distinct southern-like accent to it and she seemed to be a little clumsy speaking it.
He shrugged to himself and walked forward to watch the sky from a better position. It was his palace after all and he was free to walk wherever he liked. Doing so, he accidentally brushed her hand.
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Amuenet wrenched her hand back as though it was a poisonous cobra.
From experience, she immediately jumped to the conclusion that this boy was planning to do her harm. She stepped back, eyes narrowing in anger.
"Go away," she hissed, her tone filled with fury.
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Atem was stunned by the reaction. This girl was really strange. She was as jumpy as a desert cobra whilst having its home invaded! Apparently, she didn't know he was the Prince and therefore, not allowed to speak to him like that. Pyramid-boy?
But in some ways, Atem was glad. He hated brainless wealthy girls who only liked him for his crown. Atem also knew that if he had done the same to another one of the girls, she would've giggled and blushed or shrieked with excitement. Atem was relieved that this girl was different in some way.
Nevertheless, he still maintained a closed attitude towards her. Judging by the proud but suspicious glint in her eye, she didn't like to be interfered with anyway.
"I won't hurt you," he said indignantly.
"Go away," the girl repeated, her voice lowering ominously, "Leave me alone."
Atem backed away. His eyes searched hers for some kind of explanation but there was none.
"What-" he began.
"Just go," she said, almost miserably and turned away.
Before she turned away however, Atem caught a little glimpse of emotion rushing across her eyes. It was desire as she gazed into the sunset. Desire…for freedom…
He saw her mahogany-coloured eyes. They were angry…demanding…defiant and suspicious. She was definitely not a girl to be messed with. Shaking his head, the Prince walked down the steps and into the courtyard, feeling a bit dazed but still glad he had met someone so like himself.
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Amuenet watched the boy go.
When she was sure he was gone, she swung from the ledge and balanced on the tree branch. She preferred her own way. Glancing quickly at the, now, brightly lit hall, Amuenet ran back towards it…
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All the chatter stopped as Atem entered the room. All eyes were on the future Pharaoh of all Egypt as he walked the distance to his father.
The Nobles were suddenly all calling their children back to listen to the Prince, himself speak. There was total silence.
Atem took a deep breath and stepped forward.
"Welcome to the Palace everyone," he said, putting on a forced cheerful tone. His Father had forced him to recite a whole speech in fluent Egyptian language for the few weeks he had known of the Gathering.
"In a few minutes, we'll go into the Dining Hall and eat but first, I'd like to make a few short notices."
Amuenet scurried into the hall, amongst disapproving looks from her family and others, trying to be as quiet as possible. She wasn't that dumb to not recognize an important speech when she heard one.
But she stopped dead at the sight of Atem.
Amuenet's POV
Oh dear Ra! That was the same boy from just a few moments ago!
That means…I was talking to the Crown Prince!
Oh no…I was rude to him! I called him pyramid-boy! But…how was I to know he was the Prince? Princes don't go sneaking around like that whilst in the middle of a vast gathering! Or do they…
End POV
Hamilah grabbed Amuenet's arm and virtually dragged the poor girl toward Omorose and Aziza, standing toward the back of the room.
"Where were you!" she hissed dangerously, "Father is furious!"
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"You are free to explore the grounds and do as you all wish. I hope you all enjoy your stay," Atem concluded his speech with a small, almost silent, sigh of relief.
The Pharaoh also stood up also to address the crowd. Amuenet peered at the tall Pharaoh with his long, grey beard and kindly eyes.
"There will also be contests of sword fighting among the boys here tomorrow (1). Archery will be held soon.They will all be vital should we ever need to go to war. It will be a disarming fight only, however, with the swords. That is all. You may retreat to your chambers."
Author's Note:
End of fourth chapter! Sorry about its length but you see some longer chapters soon!
(1) There is sword fighting in Egypt. They used swords similar to long scythes.
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