The Mirror
About ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Imhotep called.
"One of your priests, my Lord." Came the male voice from behind the door.
"Ah. Alright then. Come in." He said, sounding almost disappointed.
The door opened enough for the gold-skinned man to squeeze through. He held his hand up to his face so as not to look at Imhotep. He was carrying some black robes.
"My Lord, the girl requested that I bring you some clean robes for when you are finished."
"How thoughtful. Where is the girl?"
The priest laid the robes down on a chair in the room. "She had to go back to the palace, My Lord. Said a MedJai came and said Pharaoh requested her."
Imhotep raised an eyebrow. "But it's the middle of the day!" He said.
"Does not matter to Pharaoh, my Lord."
"Ah. Alright then. Thank you for bringing some clean clothes..."
"You're welcome, my Lord. I'll leave you to your bath now."
"Yes, please."
The priest, hand never leaving his face the entire time, bowed slightly and left, shutting the door behind him.
Imhotep just sat there, staring at the robes on the chair, but not really seeing them. There was a strange feeling in his chest, one that he could not describe. He wondered a bit more before it hit him: jealousy.
What did he have to be jealous of? He was the second most powerful man in Egypt! He had all the money, power, fame anyone could want! What was there to possibly be jealous of?
He knew the answer without even having to think about it: the girl. Sure, he was attracted to her, who wouldn't be? But still, there was something about her...
No, He told himself, No. You can't fall in love. Why not? I'll give you good 3 reasons! 1. She's a concubine. 2. She belongs to Pharaoh. 3. You don't know if she even feels the same way!
He splashed some water on his face, trying to force all thoughts of the girl out of his head. No, he reassured himself, It's not love, no. I'm sure any man who saw a sopping wet, panting, beautiful woman over them would at least feel a *little* attracted to them, wouldn't they? She's just a friend... just a friend...