A.N.: I've been thinking about where to take this story. I think I have the next couple of chapters figured out, but we'll see. Anyway, that's one reason for the long update. Another reason is that I'm typically a slow updater, and since I'm getting ready to move, things are really hectic. Anyway, please read/review. Ioo hesi-en fe soo-that will be used for changing points-of view, or for changing scenes.
Imhotep sat down on a cliff, watching the bustle of the city below. He was watching one man in particular as he stood talking to a woman. Imhotep knew the woman to be the man's sister. He couldn't see the woman's husband anywhere, though. It was probably just as well. He didn't know what to think of him. And, he might notice that they were being watched. As it was, the woman and her brother below had no idea.
It was the man that Imhotep was studying. He seemed to be talking amiably with his sister, not paying attention to anything else. He had always seemed to Imhotep to be vastly incompetent and foolish. Yet, he had been willing to help the priest when no-one else had. Not even Anaksunamun. Imhotep smiled slightly when he saw the man fiddling with something on his finger when his sister wasn't looking. The smile faded quickly as Imhotep came back to the question on his mind. Why had the man helped him?
Imhotep didn't question what he would do now. He would follow this man, of course, and try to find out more about him. Since Anaksunamun had abandoned him, there was nothing else to do. There was no-one else who cared. A feeling of pain and betrayal accompanied that thought.
His thoughts inevitably began to dwell on Anaksunamun. She had betrayed him. She had betrayed HIM, the man who had murdered the Pharaoh for her benefit! He had DIED for her. He had gone through the halls of torment alone, TWICE, in order to save her. And then, in his greatest moment of need, she had abandoned him. It made him wonder if she had EVER really loved him.
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Jonathan listened to his sister with only half an ear. He was really trying very hard not to fidget with the snake ring on his finger. He really didn't want his sister seeing, and worse recognizing, it.
"Jonathan, are you paying attention?" Evelyn demanded.
"Why, of course I'm paying attention," Jonathan said, trying his best to sound indignant. He wasn't sure he pulled it off right, given the dubious look his sister had.
"Then what, exactly, did I say?" She quizzed, frowning.
"Uh-you said something about a train," Jonathan hedged, failing to sound righteous. Evelyn rolled her eyes.
"I said we need to hurry or we'll miss it," she sighed in an exasperated tone.
"I am ready. I was just waiting for you," Jonathan insisted, raising his eyebrows. He picked up his suitcase.
"Uh-huh," Evelyn answered, clearly not convinced. Picking up her own suitcase, she grabbed Jonathan's arm and dragged him towards the train. "Get your ticket," she said, letting go of him and digging her own out of her pocket. She handed it to the train worker. Digging his own out, Jonathan followed her. The train took off a few moments later. No-one noticed the whirlwind of dust following in its wake.
Later, they took a boat back to England, and another train to London. Never, not even once, did they suspect that they were being followed.