-1New Chapter!! Whoot! Haha I loved your review Nannon, "dude where have I been?" I am so happy that this story is working out, though Larien commented that it was moving kinda fast…what do you guys think? Lemme know in a review, do I need to slow down? Be more descriptive? Or keep going the way I am?? Come one people! If you want it to make more sense to you, you gotta let me know! Remember! I love getting reviews, keeps me writing away, and guess what! Over 1800 hits now! How awesome! So to everyone who is reading, you know how cool it would be to have even half as many reviews as hits?? . Just a hint! Anyways big thank you to all my reviewers!!

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Sorry for the long Author's note, I'm sick and can't talk so I'm nattering on my laptop .

She pulled a overcoat over this and was about to wrap Nuri's hair up, when the princess shook her head and said, "I need a knife,"

Numun brought the knife with downcast eyes, she knew what the girl was going to do.

Nuri brought the knife up to her hair and began to cut at it. Soon she was surrounded with long strands of black hair. When she stood by the pool to look upon her reflection she saw a woman's face with vivid blue eyes and a pixie hair cut. It was short and jagged at parts, but would allow her to pass as a boy if stopped. As she didn't want to think of Kontar's hands clenching her long hair in his fist, making her submissive, even for a brief moment.

Imhotep came to stand behind her. Nuri closed her eyes. A tear dropped into the pool, shattering the reflection. She turned to Imhotep, with tears in her eyes, "I never want to return to this place," She spoke in a dead voice.

"I know, and we never will," He made no comment on her hair, and had changed into a black robe. Two bags lay by the door, no doubt filled with food and necessary items. He assisted her out the door, and helped her onto a speedy looking bay mare. His own horse waited calmly with one of the bags attached to his saddle. The other, Imhotep attached to the back of Nuri's saddle.

"Stay here my love, there is one more thing I must do, before we leave this evil," Imhotep told her touching her hand for a moment. Her eyes looked lifeless and she nodded softly he hands holding the reins loosely.

Moments later she could see the figure of Numun leaving from the stables at a quick pace on a horse. The crackling of a fire brought Nuri's attention back to the house. It was on fire and she could see the flames licking the walls and consuming the curtains. No emotion graced her face, but there was a kind of relief in her eyes.

Imhotep appeared moments latter with a horse laden with large packs on its back. She did not question it's contents, for the bags were lumpy and rather heavy looking. He attached the horse's rein to his saddle and jumped up. He held Nuri's hand for a moment and then they rode off at a fast pace. Men were already coming out of their homes and tavern's to put out the fire. They took no notice however of the rider's leaving the city.

The horses galloped away from the fire with frantic looks in their eyes. Nuri seemed not to take notice of anything, and this worried Imhotep. He had never seen Nuri this quiet, usually she had some witty comment to deal out. Her body seemed to still remember how to ride though. She moved freely with the horse and never once looked back at the fire that ravaged the city. Of course if she did, she might have seen a dark figure rise up out of the ashes, with it's dark eyes glaring.

An hour later Imhotep slowed the horses down to a walk. They were in the jungle again, and moonlight filtered through the trees lighting their way. He continued to glance at Nuri, seeing if she was alright. She stared at the trail ahead with listless blue eyes, her hands fidgeting with the reins.

"Will you stop staring at me as if I've grown another head," She snapped.

"I am just worried about you!" Imhotep sighed exasperated.

"Well I- I'm- I'm fine," She said, her hands clenching on the reins, her voice had skipped and become hoarse.

He grabbed her horse's rein and stopped the animal. Slipping off his horse he went and stood beside her. She seemed not to see as she looked down at her hands. His own large tanned hand covered hers. A single tear dropped down on their entwined fingers.

"I never thought anything like that could ever happen to me Imhotep,"

"Such things should never happen to anyone, especially you," His voice had grown soft and soothing.

"But it almost did, it would have, if not for you, you saved me," She looked into his eyes.

They were dark, but there was a warmth there, something their smooth talking captor had not had. Imhotep's eyes seemed to hold a candle in them, softening the dark brown of his eyes. She felt as though she could loose herself in those eyes. She realized then, she could not live without him, he was her saviour.

Imhotep was captured by her eyes yet again. The endless blue, it was like looking at the ocean. Why men called her eyes those of the Nile was beyond him. She was a untamed spirit and would never be anyone's quiet obedient wife. She would reign her household alongside her husband. What a place Egypt would be if she had been born a son.

A small smile spread across her face, "You're staring, Imhotep," She caressed his hand gently.

"Who wouldn't when you have the most beautiful smile to grace this land?" Imhotep spoke.

"I could never imagine you flattering some woman with words, yet you are flattering me with them right now," Nuri commented, "Now help me down please, this is as far as I can go tonight," She slipped off her horse and into the arms of Imhotep.

He looked down on her then, her ragged cut of hair, eyes of blue and her sweet lips curved into the beautiful smile. He realised then he could never stop loving her, he did not know when he had started , but he would never stop.

She relaxed in his embrace, it felt so right. Like she was supposed to be there, was supposed to be his. Like nothing could harm her when she was near him. And in essence that was true, she had never come to real harm when Imhotep was around. Leaning into him, she sighed softly, she could spend a life time like this.

She felt his hand bring her face up to look into his, and he leaned down, planting a soft kiss on her lips.

They stood there in the moonlight, silhouetted against the pale light. The horse's munched on the dry grass in the background.

Breaking their moment, rain began to fall from the sky. Nuri laughed, and they grabbed a blanket from their packs, before taking refuge under a tree. She rested against Imhotep, his arm wrapped around her shoulder, a blanket thrown over their bodies.

Nuri watched the rain patter down on the leaves, the horses had been tied up, and soon she felt the deep breath's that signalled Imhotep's slumber. She snuggled against him, and whispered, "I love you," before falling asleep.

Sorry this chapter might not be up to my best, but that's because I'm sick. Blame my dad who came home with the cold, kay?

I'm putting up a poll for my next story, want a say? Go to my authors page and vote!

Here's the choices:

The Nile-Eyed Thief-

How Bennu came to know Nuri, their close calls and dealings with trouble on the bad side of Egypt. (Please Pardon The Crappiness Of This Story Summery, I Promise The Story Will Be Better)

Waking in Lilies-

A collection of Nur's most memorable times. (Will most likely be in the form of dreams)

Sand on the Cake-

A sequel to Eyes of the Nile. Marriage isn't a piece of cake, and Imhotep is finding that out for himself.

Other-

(You guys will have to give me a hint as to what you want.)

As you can see, Princess Thief, Walking in Lilies and 'Other', can be written right now, whereas Sand on the Cake will have to take place after Eyes of the Nile. Otherwise it won't make much sense to anyone but me. So vote and let me know.