“Our Pharaoh has assured us that he will do everything he can to keep us safe. I myself saw him write a letter to his father, who as you all know rests in the field of reeds at its highest point!”
Ptomeses groaned and shook his head. He didn’t like this Pharaoh or his father. He thought they threw too many feasts for too many visiting dignitaries and worse, philosopher’s.
Shiah noticed this but she ignored it like usual.
She raised her hand. She held a folded papyrus.
“Here is a copy of the letter.”
Shiah opened it up. This really was serious.
“Father, I beg you to keep Egypt safe from those who would harm us. Bring forth an army of snakes and lions to guard our shores.”
She folded the letter back up.
We all just kind of looked at each other.
It seemed anticlimactic. A little bit short. I wondered if he really meant it.
There were rumors that the Pharaoh had taken many trips to Greece and had hundreds of lovers and political ties there.
I didn’t believe them but I did see his caravan leaving his palace many many times.
You don’t bring a caravan if you’re just going somewhere half a days walk away.
This was going to be a very long day.