Chapter 11 – Leaving Without A Goodbye

M.P.O.V

I wiped my eyes before walking over to the washbasin that someone had put in my room, and cleaning myself up with the cloth. When I was finished, I got dressed in fresh clothes, and started to pack my belongings into my small sack. It didn't take long, and soon, I was walking out of the room that had once been mine and down the hallway, heading towards the exit.
I was a free man now, and I wasn't going to say goodbye to anyone – no one really knew me, nor I them. And there was no way that I was saying goodbye to Ramses. I needed a clean slate, and this was the only way I was going to get it.

There was a camel waiting for me, already packed with food, water, and wine. I strapped my sack on, and got on, pulling the reins and leaving, not looking back. There was nothing for me there, and even though I didn't know where I was going, but I knew that I didn't want to be at the Pharaoh's palace.

Two days had passed, and I didn't miss the palace, or the rules, or the customs. I didn't miss having to hide my love, or hide from him. I had eaten the last of the food a few hours ago, and I still had plenty of water. I knew not where I was going, or what I was going to do.

I sighed as I started to sway in my seat, trying not to fall asleep. But it was hard because I hadn't slept the entire time that I had been running away. I couldn't get my last night with Ramses out of my head, and I was ashamed to admit that I didn't want to get it out of my head.

My eyes had just sunk closed, and opened again when I spotted a small tent, not too far away from where I was. I kept going at the steady pace until I was there, and only then did the camel stop.

I got down from the saddle slowly – my joints, back, knees and arms were sore as anything, and I knew that if I made too soon a movement, I would just make the pain so much worse. I stood still for a moment, until a sound behind me made me spin around.

From out of the tent, I saw that there were three males, and they all looked dangerous. I smiled shyly at them before starting to walk backwards to my camel, eager to set off again. But instead of the camel, I backed into a human chest. And I knew without a doubt, that I would not be leaving for a long while.

R.P.O.V

I stared at the glass window, only half listening to my father talk to me, about some plan or other, something to do about Moses and his 'kidnapping.' Only I knew that he had just left, that it was me who had written the note, and placed it in his room. But I couldn't tell my father about that.

"… Ramses. Ramses!" I was jerked out of my thoughts as I heard my fathers' shouts. "Have you been listening to a word that I've said?"

I looked up into his old, wrinkled face, and I shook my head. I heard him sigh before rustling a bit of paper in front of my face.

"Read this. Be happy." I watched as he walked out, shock running through me before looking down at the parchment.

Pharaoh,

We have found Moses. And he is safe. We found he alone, lost. We will be home in one day, due to the horses.

S.

I re-read the note, not sure if it was a joke or not. And then it hit me – it had worked! My love was finally coming home to me, where I could keep him safe, and happy. Where we could both rule the world.

I don't know how long again this note had been sent, but I really didn't care. All I could do was think about the fact that my Moses, my love, my life was finally going to be in my arms again.

I turned my head as I sat back down again, looking at the window again before thinking about the night that Moses had been mine, here in this very room, on this very floor.

The night he left.