"Uhh, hello." Anck-su-namun said.
Aneniat nodded. "Go to your rooms and wash off that paint. After, dress in the fighting outfit on your bed."
"Fighting outfit? We didn't see any fighting outfits."
"When was the last time you looked?"
"Umm, about... three hours ago?"
"Now, tell me. On a scale of 1-10, what are the chances that someone went into your room and put them there?"
"Right."
And both girls ran out of the golden chamber. "What a smartass." Jendai commented. Anck-su-namun nodded.
They washed off their paint, which was a relief. Next, they found skirts and, how should I put it, golden bikini tops. Jendai had some last-minute thoughts, but Anck-su-namun reminded her, "It's better than nothing but paint." Both girls got dressed and hurried back to the large room.
Aneniat had them stretch, then do some warm-up activities, then a workout, then some cool-down activities.
"But we never even touched the swords!" Jendai complained.
"First we must build up your strength." Aneniat looked Anck-su-namun's twiglike figure up and down. "You might not even be able to *lift* the swords."
Anck-su-namun went up to Aneniat and smacked her across the face as hard as she could.
"Bitch!" She cried, and she and Jendai went off to have another shower.
Every day it was like that. They would do three hours of exercising and Aneniat would taunt them, telling them how pathetic and weak they were. This only made them work harder, trying to prove her wrong, which was exactly what Aneniat wanted.
After a few months, Anck-su-namun had built up so much muscle she had the body figure of a model, slim and absolutely perfect. Anck-su-namun was even prettier than Aneniat, therefore making Aneniat loathe her more.
There had been no improvement in Jendai's image, but she was considerably faster and stronger.
"Now we shall try the swords." Aneniat sneered, "That is, if you can tell which end you're supposed to hold."
Anck-su-namun picked up two daggers and swiped one across Aneniat's left cheek, making a thin wound. Aneniat gasped and raised her hand to her cheek to find it bleeding.
"Why you little...!" Aneniat grabbed two daggers of her own and lunged at Anck-su-namun. She had expected her to cower, not knowing how to use the daggers, but Anck-su-namun lunged as well and the two began a heated battle.
Anck-su-namun, in truth, did not know how to use the daggers, but she wasn't completely hopeless. Using the techniques she had learned in fencing class she fought Aneniat with all the strength she had.
Soon Anck-su-namun had Aneniat down on the ground, thought how she did not know. It had all happened so fast... a blur of gold and bodies. Anck-su-namun kicked Aneniat's daggers away from her and stood over her, her daggers pointed at Aneniat's throat.
"Bravo! Bravo!" Came a voice from the doorway. It was the pharaoh. He walked over to them.
"In all my years as pharaoh I have never seen such a splendid show. Good work! Aneniat, you have taught them well." He smiled at Aneniat.
Jendai stepped forward; seething with rage so hot she didn't care what the consequences were. "She didn't teach us! We haven't even picked up the daggers until today! And I still haven't touched them!"
The pharaoh looked at Aneniat on the floor with her cheek cut and Anck-su-namun standing over her, both breathing hard. "Is this true?" he asked Aneniat. Anck-su-namun put her dagger closer to Aneniat's throat as a warning.
She gulped. "Yes, your Majesty, it is. I have yet to teach them how, yet amazingly Anck-su-namun beat me..." She looked as if didn't quite believe it herself.
The pharaoh looked stunned and turned to Anck-su-namun. "Anck-soon-yamoon," He said, "That was the most perfect sword fight I have ever seen. Both of you had perfect form, and neither of you hurt the other in battle. It was also the fastest, most breathtaking spectacle I have ever witness. Anck-soon-yamoon, you are truly a master of the arts, therefore I bestow you the honor of teaching my daughter, Nefertiri."
"To swordfight?"
"Yes, Anck-soon-yamoon, swordfight." Aneniat said from the floor, making fun of the way pharaoh said her name.
Anck-su-namun gave Aneniat a dirty look and stood upright.
"Thank you, your majesty. I would be very pleased to teach your daughter." Anck-su-namun forced a fake smile. The problem was, she'd rather eat live scarabs than have anything to do with Nefertiri. She was spoiled brat who got everything her heart desired, and was as smug and rude as Seti and Aneniat combined.
Only two years Nefertiri's senior, Anck-su-namun loathed her and everything she did. Nefertiri most likely felt the same way, showing complete and absolute rudeness when they met in corridors.