April 24, 2024, 05:33 AM
Four days before the ritual, the young fellahin were bundled up and carted away to Akashingo. Kheti had tried his best to remain awake for the procession, but the rhythm of the march had soon lulled him into a deep slumber. He awoke as the babes were ushered into the chambers by a nurse, his disgruntled cries ignores by his parents as the festivities began.
The clamour of voices outside drew a scowl from Khusobek's lookalike. Why couldn't he be out there having fun too? For his first visit to the red palace, Kheti had expected anything more exciting than being cooped up indoors again. He remained slumped at the entrance to the nurse's chamber, glowering as each servant passed by with bundles of flowers and wallowing in self-pity - until an idea struck him.
Gathering what had been left behind in the rush, Kheti constructed his own bouquet and strode out into the corridor, little ears pricked as he followed the sounds of chatter through the red halls.
The clamour of voices outside drew a scowl from Khusobek's lookalike. Why couldn't he be out there having fun too? For his first visit to the red palace, Kheti had expected anything more exciting than being cooped up indoors again. He remained slumped at the entrance to the nurse's chamber, glowering as each servant passed by with bundles of flowers and wallowing in self-pity - until an idea struck him.
Gathering what had been left behind in the rush, Kheti constructed his own bouquet and strode out into the corridor, little ears pricked as he followed the sounds of chatter through the red halls.
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