Chapter Eighteen
"Navarre. Jean-Louis here. Plans have changed. The Chapman girl knows too much. Evidently she's spilling it to St. John junior right now. We're in pursuit following him. Perhaps we can arrange a crash a la Diana. If not, do not go to Versailles. I'll call you as soon as I can."
Navarre listened to the message as well as he could since he was trussed up to a chair in the next room of the huge warehouse. Unfortunately he was not the one most interested and she was furious, trying to hold in thousands of years of murderous thoughts and frustrations. How have these humans survived this long? And what kind of torture were they proposing to do to her lovely Diana, with whom she had hunted throughout the Lower Kingdom? No, not again, never again, thought Hepshepshut. Never again will the men have control over her life, nor would she change her body nor her beauty to look more masculine. Hah, she would show them.
And they'll never know it was me who made the red-headed one human again so that she could receive the message of Bast, My Lioness, My Goddess. So easy to cut the leg and apply the magi's salve when the chit was dazed, walking blindly towards Montmartre. But it was a puzzle. The girl had received the wondrous message but did not believe it. After tonight, she will know the way of the Ancients. At least her body will survive so that the Lionness can walk once again amongst her subjects.
And we women shall once again rule this world; this time forever.