Mean reviews will only make you
look goofy. ;-D
**
An Egyptian sunset could dazzle one's
mind as the sun fell from the sky in an orange and pink blaze. The
cool that dusk brought afterwards was also dazzling - in a lulling and soothing
sort of way. There was something charmed and mystical about looking
over the pyramids with the night sky and moon as their backdrop. And
there was a feel in the air that breathed into his very veins constantly
- home. Yes, Ardeth Bay had grown up in Egypt, but it was more than
just a love of land. It was as if he were - and had always been - a
part of Egypt. And still he could find little rest this night.
His dreams were bothered and who
couldn't predict that? He'd heard the tales as a child and had sworn
his life to live in such mystery, but never did he think he would witness
such things he had seen. There had been the chanting at Hamunaptra,
yes and the occasional stir of the sand, perhaps a dead horse or two but
he'd never really believed he'd see something so sobering as a three thousand
year old corpse coming to life and almost bringing the world down around
him immediately after awakening. He'd lost his own father to the minions
of the creature and had nearly lost himself. Now his sleep would be
haunted with these events.
But his dreams weren't always horrific.
Bothersome and puzzling, no doubt, but not horrific. They left him
wondering exactly what he'd drank the night before. Why would she invade
his dreams so? She was very attractive and charming, but he'd seen
attractive and charming before and never had it affected his sleep.
He'd conceded to logic that perhaps shared stress contributed to this almost
delightful madness his dreamscape had taken, but somehow it felt more important
than just dreams. But there was little he could do to stop these dreams
of Evelyn Carnahan and besides - they amused the hell out of him. Deeper
meaning would reveal itself in time if need be.
Laying in his father's bed, now lord
of the old curator's manor, Ardeth slept fitfully as images filled his unconscious
mind.
**
She sat there at the edge of the
pool, her fingers dipping into the waters every so often. It was strangely
familiar, her sitting there in the clothing of an ancient Egyptian princess.
Miss Carnahan truly fit into Egypt no matter what time period you set her
to. He had this sense of some duty...to stand here at the doors and
forbid entry to intruders. It was an ancient duty no longer required
of his people, but this felt right. And yet, duty or not, he felt an
urge to go to her. She turned as he walked towards her and smiled at
him as if he were doing something wrong. "Ankhwa," she hissed playfully
in the ancient tongue, batting at his legs. "You better go back to your
post before one of the other Med-Jai sees you and reports you."
He grinned and sat beside her.
It came to his lips naturally. "Nefertiri, Princess, there are no
others around this area. You know most of the Med-Jai guard your father
this very moment as he travels homeward."
She grinned conspiringly and splashed
some of the water up from the pool onto him. "Someone will catch you
for sure."
He smiled gently. "Someone
has caught me." He reached for her hand as she drew more water to
splash him with. Turning her hand up he kissed her palm. He was
pleased at her blush.
"Ankhwa," she said in a warning
tone as he kissed her wrist. "You must stop! Anck-su-namun is
expecting me for lessons and while I," her eyes widened as he kissed her forearm,
"while I don't look forward to that," she pulled her arm away, "she'll be
angry if I'm late."
He laughed, taking hold of her
other arm and starting the kisses all over again. "Your lessons aren't
for another hour."
She smiled affectionately and
jerked her arm away, resulting in her falling into the pool. "See what
you've done," she cried, standing in the waist high water. She pointed
at her wet clothes. "Look at me."
He couldn't help but laugh which
won him a temperamental glare. "Come to me. I will help you
out of there."
At first she wouldn't hear of
it, but gradually she began walking towards him, grumbling something about
"a pitiful excuse for a Med-Jai" and when she finally reached him, he pulled
her up and to his wanting lips. "Med-Jai, you risk yourself," she
warned softly as he pulled her from the waters.
"Princess, I care not," was his
reply as he pulled her into his embrace once more. He could lose himself
easily in the storm of such passion. But such things were not meant
for the sun to witness. The mask of night could shield them from prying
eyes. Despite the birth of Rameses - Seti's only son - Nefertiri's future
was uncertain. He sighed when she pulled away. What hope could
he, a Med-Jai, have of taking such a woman to be his wife? It was quite
possible she would marry Rameses himself. But it was he that loved
her, not her brother. But perhaps the gods would smile on such innocent
love. Such rare and honest love. He touched her wet hair.
"I will come to you tonight," he whispered, standing and leaving her.
As he resumed his post she watched him, longing in her dark eyes. A
look he would never forget.
**
Ardeth woke slowly, opening his eyes
and fixing them on the moon outside the window. Such a strange dream,
he would have. Never had any of these dreams featuring Evelyn been
so detailed and flowing. He'd seen the Egyptian clothing before, seen
the night with her in ancient palace gardens, but never had they seemed so
real. Getting out of bed, he quietly moved to a chair beside the window.
Watching the street he thought about this dream and about the feelings it
stirred in him. Smiling quietly and shaking his head, he whispered into
the darkness, "Nefertiri." Perhaps this Evelyn had meant more to him
at some point in history than he'd imagined.