Repeating History - The Eye of Ra by Dakota Chase

Author:Dakota Chase
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Prizm Books
Published: 2010-06-18T16:00:00+00:00

He sat back on his haunches and began to speak. His language was formal and old-fashioned, not the more familiar everyday speech of the Egyptians. “Behold, the Osiris Ani, the scribe of the holy offerings of all the gods, saith: Homage to thee, O thou who hast come as Khepera, Khepera the creator of the gods, Thou art seated on thy throne, thou risest up in the sky, illumining thy mother, Nut, thou art seated on thy throne as the king of the gods.”[1]

Tut went on for quite some time. I heard many names mentioned that I halfway recognized—Osiris, Isis, Anubis, Khufu, and Tut’s father, Akhenaten, among them. “Oh, glorious Ones, I humbly beseech aid. Today, there is a great heartache in Egypt. Nefertiti, Lady of the Two Lands, has disappeared. A cobra may be slithering amongst the People, unseen, seeking to poison the throne of Egypt. I beg Thee grant me the wisdom to know this viper and the strength to crush it beneath my heel, and Thy help to find Thy favored daughter, and deliver her safely home.”

I exchanged a look with Grant. Neither of us thought Tut was likely to find Nefertiti alive, but we couldn’t bring ourselves to tell him.

Aye was our number one suspect in both Nefertiti’s disappearance and in Tut’s future murder. Somehow, we had to convince Tut not to trust Aye.

Oh, yeah... and get the amulet. We needed to get it away from Tut, and soon. It was our only ticket home. I know Merlin said time didn’t work the same in the present as it did in the past, but I really didn’t want to take any chances. It would royally suck to go home and find out I was an old man.

Tut got up and walked back to where we stood. “Come,” he said. “We will go back and prepare to travel home to my palace in Memphis. The gods will give me my answer in their own time.”

We nodded and followed him outside the temple to where the horses and servants waited. I wasn’t looking forward to getting on the chariot behind Meek again, and was trying to convince Grant to switch horses with me, when suddenly Tut froze and pointed toward the south. “Someone comes!” he cried.

Sand swirled on the distant horizon, the sort kicked up by horse’s hooves. I squinted, but couldn’t make out any figures through the dense cloud. “Who is it?”

“I do not know. Perhaps the Hittites,” Tut said. He ran toward his servants, taking his bow and arrows from them. “Arm yourselves with whatever weapons you can find.”

Arm myself? As in, grab a weapon and get ready to fight? I was a thief, not a warrior! I turned toward Grant in a panic, but he looked as startled as me. We stared at each other, then at the barren sand around us. “What are we supposed to do? Throw sand in their eyes?” I murmured.

There was a wild look in Grant’s eyes as he scurried around, picking up pebbles and rocks from the ground near the base of the temple.

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