21 January 2013
Children of Amun Chapter One
The gods curse this desert heat. I held Mery's hand as we stood in the hall. The royal family sat on the stage. My father and mother, welcoming Amunher onto the middle throne. The High Priest of Amun made gave him a Nemes crown making him Pharaoh. "Why is Amunher wearing papa's crown." Mery asked. "Because Amunher will become Pharaoh now." I answered. Yes. Pharaoh. "When will I become a Pharaoh." He asked. My other older brother Pareh came. " You won't become Pharaoh anytime soon or at all." But Mery was still adamant about it. "Why not!" "Because for you to become Pharaoh, father must die, Amunher, I must die, Ramessu, Khaem, then you." Pareh explained. "Oh, we'll I'll be find just being a Prince, Pharaoh seems so overrated." I chuckled at my little brother. The ceremony finished fast and we moved towards in to the Great Dining Hall. As a High Princess of Egypt, I was able to sit near my brother's and sisters. Everyone gathered around Amunher. The dancers also came. They were young and so were the musicians. Him being a Pharaoh, meant he could upgrade them to Harem wives. Ambassadors from all over the world kept asking things. But the swift clap of Pharaoh made everyone go silent. "I, Pharaoh Rameses II welcomes you as my son Amunher joins me and my beautiful wife Nefertari on the throne on his 20th birthday." When mentioning there named my mother and brother stood to show who they were. "I understand that many of my family have gifts for my son. I would like for them to be shown." My father said. "Who will go first?" Pareh volunteered and asked for his slave to give him the gift that was wrapped in linen. " My big brother, happy birthday." He said."But as you my brother will be entering the Royal Training this year, I bring thee swords. But these swords are special." He said showing a great blade, it was nothing like the ones I've seen. " They are made form a metal called iron from the Land of Punt." He gave it to Amunher. "May it bring you success in battle." He sat down and we all clapped awed at the great thing made of "iron". "Pareh, where did you get this?" I asked. "A friend of mine went to Punt and came back with all these marvelous things." Punt. A land we never conquered but they were allies to the East. "Meritamun, would you like to go next." My mother asked. "I would mothers but it is not only mine. But it is also Prince Khaemwaset's gift to our brother, too." My half-brother Khaem took the cue and went behind the ebony doors to get the gift. Men came and showed the three feet bust of Amunher. It had been made of limestone and it showed his dark golden skin and his eyes. Though it was just a actual representation of any normal Pharaoh, it's blue kilt was tied by a cartouche say Amun-Her-Khepeshef. "My brother, Amunher, I present you this limestone depiction of you." Khaem said. "Designed by our sister Meritamun, but funded by me, I hope it fits your likeliness." Khaem said and we both bowed. Amunher came up and even hugged both of us. "Thank my siblings." He said to us. Me and Amunher went to our usual seat. My mother had swiftly called for a man to bring a chair for Khaem while everyone had been marveling at the statue. It would unfit for the funder of a wonderful gift to be sited in any place but royal. Khaem was the son of my father, born from the harem. But his mother wasn't just any ordinary princess, she was Princess Iset. Iset was born into the harem of Horemheb. Her grandmother was married to Horemheb. She married the old man after the death of her husband and she brought her children with her. One of her daughter's were Iset's mother. Iset was a harem wife. But she had competed for the title of Queen with my mother. If mother hadn't won, were would I be. But she gave birth to the first born son. She had won father's love. But Iset was always a threat. For not many wives have more then one child by the Pharaoh. But Iset had four. But though his mother maybe a harem wife, Khaem should be sited with the Royal Children. We went by age. Of course, because Amunher was now sitting in front. But Pareh took his place and I came next. Khaem's chair was pulled up to me. The twins were next. At least somebody else could bare the brunt of those antics. Henuttawy and Nebettawy turned eleven this year. They were also very naughty. When they were younger they used throw grapes at me. I remember once they had thrown eggs at my sheath. Mother was strict and would punish them by having them eat in their beds. But mother once slapped them. But father would laugh, spurting the word "hypocrisy." As we ate dinner a man came, probably a messenger. He bent down a whispered something into my father and mother's ears. They quickly excused themselves. "I wonder what's wrong." Khaem said. "Oh, it's probably nothing. Khaem, just probably harem birth." Both Hennu and Nebet had mischievous look on their faces. "I call dibs on they're chairs." They rushed upon the table and ruined dinner.
Children Of Amun • Opuss № I