Gaffer Gamgee
Bree
Apr 23 2008, 4:37am
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My second story here was, again, for my English teacher - we had to research a culture and do a story on them. This one is actually finished, a complete story, thankfully, though it is quite lengthy - anyway, I'll leave you to decide. I have some translations of words at the bottom for weirder ones. I can also provide pronunciations for the hard words if anyone is interested. HEDJ ITERU Khenemetankh looked over the wide expanse that he knew so well, the expanse that was his home. Over to the left he could see Iteru, the Great River. It divided their land and gave life to their country. But it was also why Khenemetankh was here. For Khenemetankh was not his true name. His real name was simply Henry. He was using the name Khenemetankh as a disguise – he did not want to reveal his true identity. His duty here was to stop the deterioration of Egypt (or Deshret, as it was called by the locals, and some others called it Kemet) into waste and ruin – for something was going to happen, very soon, that would disturb Egypt’s way of life forever – unless Khenemetankh changed it. He could still remember what his teacher had told him before he left to arrive here. ‘You must disguise yourself, Henry,’ his teacher had said. ‘We shall give you a new name – Khenemetankh. A bit lengthy, but then all names are lengthy around there. And don’t forget what you need to do – don’t forget the reason you are going. We are all counting on you, Khenemetankh. If you do not succeed, our country shall be left in famine forever.’ With that, he had given Khenemetankh a vial containing a small amount of liquid, and had secretly told him what it did, and how to use it. He had then dressed him in the closest they had to the clothes of where he was going. Then he was off, after a quick travelling lesson. ‘Just pull the lever, keep in mind where you are going, and make sure that you can always see the sun or moon – if you can’t you will never find your way. Now go, Khenemetankh. May you travel safely.’ Khenemetankh watched the moon high in the sky. It was a full moon – the seventh of the year. Khenemetankh knew that meant he had little time. The flooding of Iteru would occur within a week. If it did, well…his teacher would have made a miscalculation. If it didn’t – that’s when Khenemetankh took action. He heard footsteps behind him, and turned to see Rehotep, another boy about his age whose house he was sharing. He had turned up at Rehotep’s house about a year ago, claiming to be a poor worker with no home. Rehotep’s Mut and Baba had welcomed him in, and Khenemetankh had stayed in their house, along with Rehotep’s little sister, Meryetmose. Rehotep walked up beside him and looked out to where he was. ‘Thoth is bright tonight,’ commented Rehotep. Khenemetankh nodded. ‘Why are you always out when Thoth is brightest?’ asked Rehotep. Khenemetankh looked at Rehotep thoughtfully, wondering what he should tell him. ‘It is the seventh time that Thoth has been so bright this year,’ Khenemetankh relinquished finally. ‘Iteru will flood soon.’ ‘That is true,’ acknowledged Rehotep. ‘But that still doesn’t answer my question.’ Again, Khenemetankh pondered his reply. If he revealed too much, Rehotep might try to stop him. And that would end out the worse for Rehotep. But if he didn’t say enough, Rehotep would keep questioning him, and Khenemetankh needed time to get ready. ‘I was watching Thoth at its brightest because at one of those times I would have to make a trip,’ Khenemetankh carefully said. ‘How would you know which one it would be?’ asked Rehotep. ‘When it was the seventh bright of the year, and Iteru had not yet flooded,’ replied Khenemetankh. ‘And this is the case now. I leave in the morning for Abu Simbel.’ ‘Abu Simbel? But that’s so far away!’ protested Rehotep. ‘Why do you have to go there?’ Khenemetankh thought fast. He could either lie…or say that he couldn’t say, which would arouse suspicions. ‘I need to find my Mut and Baba,’ Khenemetankh lied. ‘They told me that something would happen at this time of year, and that they would need me back again.’ He turned back towards the house and started walking towards it. Rehotep followed him into the house. As Khenemetankh entered the building, he heard the sound of the flute and harp – Rehotep’s parents were very musical. Khenemetankh went upstairs to his room; he needed to get ready for the next day. As he started packing his bag, he noticed the sounds of voices downstairs, and the harp and flute had stopped. Khenemetankh sighed. He knew what was coming next – Rehotep’s Mut and Baba were going to try and stop him from going; he had seen it happen when he left his family to come here. He heard their footsteps as they ascended the stairs. They arrived at his doorway and looked at him anxiously. ‘We have heard that you are leaving us,’ stated Rehotep’s Mut. Khenemetankh did not dispute the statement. ‘Why must you do this?’ asked Rehotep’s Baba. ‘You have a good life here.’ Khenemetankh sighed. ‘Yes, but I must find my Mut and Baba again,’ replied Khenemetankh. ‘They are waiting for me in Abu Simbel.’ ‘Well, if you must go, you must,’ sighed Rehotep’s Mut. ‘We shall pray that Bes may protect you.’ Khenemetankh nodded silently, and waited for them to leave. Rehotep’s Mut and Baba stood there for a moment, shifting their weight uncomfortably. Then they left. Khenemetankh sighed with relief. He had thought it would have been harder than that. He started packing his bag again. The next morning, Khenemetankh was up bright and early, to try to skip any long goodbyes. However, he was a bit too late. Rehotep’s Mut and Baba were waiting at the foot of the stairs for him. ‘Since you are leaving, we have something for you,’ Rehotep’s Baba announced. ‘Something that will protect you on your way,’ continued Rehotep’s Mut. She drew something that had been hanging off her neck – an amulet known as the eye of Horus. Khenemetankh nearly gasped aloud. This amulet must have cost them a fortune. It was a very special amulet that was thought to ensure safety, as well as many other more obscure properties, and was often made with gold, silver, or lapis lazuli. This one was only made with wood, but it was polished to such a degree that he could see the reflection that the rising sun gave off it. ‘It was given to me by a craftsman when he saw me on the street with next to nothing,’ Rehotep’s Mut told. ‘He took pity on me and gave it to me to keep me safe, among other things. Now, Khenemetankh, I pass it on to you, as you proceed on this perilous journey.’ Khenemetankh was astounded. The amulet didn’t really do anything, of course – or so he thought – but the simple act of her giving something so precious to him amazed him. ‘I…I don’t know what to say,’ he stammered, as Rehotep’s Mut lowered the amulet around his neck. ‘There is nothing to say,’ Rehotep’s Mut crooned. ‘Just bring yourself back, after your work is done.’ Khenemetankh found himself – for absurd reason – nodding. No! he thought. You need to get back home straight after you have finished your job! But the deed was done. Now, he either had to go back on his word, or come back here some time. At the moment, he really couldn’t decide, so he stored it in his mind for later. Rehotep’s Mut and Baba waved goodbye as he walked out the door with his bag. When he got a hundred metres or so away, he turned back towards the house and had his last look at what his home had been for the last year. He took a deep breath, and turned around and started walking. Khenemetankh’s journey to Abu Simbel was uneventful, whether because of the amulet or some other reason. On the third day that he left Rehotep’s house, he could see Abu Simbel as a smudge on the horizon. By the end of the day, it was much clearer, and Khenemetankh went to sleep, content that the next day would finish his task. Khenemetankh woke the next morning unsteadily. He had had a bad dream. He had dreamt that the Egyptian gods had been angry at him for what he was going to do, and had cast him down, into the Underworld. Khenemetankh didn’t believe in the Egyptian gods, but it still gave him reason to wonder…Khenemetankh shook himself. Now was no time to get cold feet – though that was unlikely in Egypt’s climate. Khenemetankh got to his feet, shouldered his bag, and continued on his way. As he entered the city, Khenemetankh did not notice many people on the streets. As he got closer to the heart of the city, though, there were a decent number more, and many merchants selling their wares. ‘Menes! Hey, over here, Menes!’ one of the children cried. Khenemetankh gritted his teeth. The child probably knew him from one of the times he came near here to work – they called him that because Khenemetankh was too long a name too remember. He did not like the name Menes. Come to that, he did not like the name Khenemetankh, either – but he would have to put up with that. At least Menes was better than what some of the older children called him – Panahasi. ‘Menes! Come on, Menes! Come and play!’ another child called. Khenemetankh ignored him and continued towards his destination. As Khenemetankh neared the cliff that dropped down to Iteru, he noticed a crowd of people gathered by the edge, noting Iteru’s low waters. Khenemetankh went past them – he needed to find a place by the river where there were no people near. He scanned the cliff line for a place, and noticed a secluded area just over the next rise. When he reached it, he crouched down, and took out the vial that his teacher had given him that long year ago. It was still intact, holding just as much liquid as it had before. With a careful look around him to check that there was nobody near enough to see what he was doing, he uncorked the vial, and slowly tipped it so that the contents would spill into Iteru, just as… ‘Khenemetankh! What are you doing?’ a voice cried. Khenemetankh hastily re-corked the vial, hid it away, and stood and turned in one movement to see Rehotep running towards him. No, he thought. This fool could ruin everything! ‘What are you doing here?’ asked Khenemetankh, slightly angrily. ‘You should be with your Mut and Baba at home!’ Rehotep recoiled from his acid stare. ‘Well, that is to say…I…’ he stammered. ‘I mean, you didn’t expect me to let you go by yourself, did you? I’m going to help you find your Mut and Baba, and then I’m going to make sure that you come back home with me!’ Khenemetankh sighed. This was going to make things very difficult. ‘Thankyou for your offer,’ he replied hesitantly. ‘But I really don’t need your help. You need to go back to your home. Or you can stay here if you want. I don’t mind.’ Rehotep shook his head stubbornly. ‘I saw what you were trying to do,’ he accused. ‘And I’m taking you to see the high priest.’ Khenemetankh raged inwardly. How dare he! Telling on him like a little child! Rehotep should be ashamed of himself! ‘You go and tell your high priest if you want,’ Khenemetankh replied smoothly. ‘But by the time you have, I’ll have done it and been gone.’ Rehotep laughed. ‘I’ve already told someone, silly,’ he scorned. ‘They’re on their way. There’s nothing stopping it now. You’ll get prosecuted for attempting to poison Iteru.’ Just as Rehotep said this, a small band of people appeared on the scene. They didn’t look much, but they had the air of command about them. They walked up to Rehotep and Khenemetankh. ‘You’re coming with us,’ one of them declared. It was an order, not a request. Khenemetankh sighed; he had no choice. He let himself be escorted away by the officials. The men took him before the high priest, and a collection of other priests. Khenemetankh stood under armed guard, and there were guards at every entrance. The high priest spoke. ‘Young man, you stand accused of trying to poison Iteru. The punishment for this is quite severe. Do you refute this accusation?’ ‘Yes, I do,’ proclaimed Khenemetankh. ‘Something has not happened yet that even you priests must have noticed. It is past half the year, yet Iteru has not as yet flooded. ‘This is not a good sign. If Iteru does not flood soon, Egypt will suffer famine, starvation, and dehydration, and eventually the population will perish.’ Most of the priests were muttering to each other as a response to Khenemetankh’s speech. The high priest, however, maintained his watch on Khenemetankh. ‘And how does this relate to the accusation?’ the high priest inquired. ‘The contents of the vial that I attempted to empty into Iteru would have caused Iteru to flood within three days,’ Khenemetankh replied. ‘I was not trying to poison Iteru, and consequently, you all; instead, however, trying to help Egypt at large.’ Now Khenemetankh had all of the priests astonished, even the high priest. ‘This is quite a claim,’ the high priest replied at length. ‘Undoubtedly, Iteru has not yet flooded, and this is cause for worry, but how this…this vial may change this, I fail to see. However, whatever the properties of the vial, we cannot allow you to empty the contents of it into Iteru, for our and Egypt’s safety.’ Khenemetankh fumed. The nitwits! They were putting his country, his family, at risk! He couldn’t let that happen! He quickly tried to think of a way to circumvent the high priest, to try and think of another thing that would distract them from his task, something that they might think would work…and he had it. The one thing that just, just, might work. ‘High priest,’ Khenemetankh ventured. ‘What if I said that I knew another way to help Iteru? One that did not involve this vial, and one that could not possibly poison the people of Egypt?’ The high priest was taken aback. ‘You have another method?’ he inquired. ‘This is quite astounding. I must hear of it.’ ‘Of course, high priest,’ Khenemetankh replied, inclining his head. ‘You know of the properties of the sacred lotus flower against disease? These properties are great, but under a blessing given by you, the high priest, they could have even more potential. I suggest an arrangement of sacred lotus flowers, all blessed by you, the high priest, to be dropped in the flow of Iteru, so they shall be carried all the way through Egypt. As the lotus flower protects us from disease, so shall it protect Egypt from infertility. Then, within a week for certain, Iteru shall flood.’ All of the priests reacted differently to this idea. Some gave their immediate support; others were more hesitant; and others were completely against it, saying they should rely on the gods alone, calling him Sokkwi Wati. But then the high priest called for silence, and all heads turned towards him. ‘This method is one of the most sensible ideas that I have ever heard,’ proclaimed the high priest. ‘May preparations start at once.’ Khenemetankh was overjoyed that his ruse had worked. Now he had to just slip the contents of the vial into Iteru when no-one was looking, and get back to what would take him home. He was no longer under armed guard, because the high priest trusted him because of his contribution. Nonetheless, Khenemetankh would not be surprised if the high priest had sent someone to watch him, just in case. Either way, he could not go to the same spot that he had before; there would undoubtedly be someone waiting there. He went via a circuitous route to another spot that he had seen the other day; it was slightly more secluded, as well as a bit more enclosed. As Khenemetankh neared the spot, he made sure that nobody was following him, and then quickly walked over to the edge of the cliff. He took out the vial and carefully uncorked it. All of its contents, thankfully, were not spilled; he would need all of it to make the process work. He again checked his surroundings for people, but, thankfully, the area was devoid of inhabitants. Khenemetankh carefully turned his hand to let the contents spill over into Iteru, making sure that they entered the water and were not just left on the rocks below. When he was satisfied, he drew the vial back, corked it, and put it away. When he got back to the place that he had left his bag, he was thankful that there was no armed soldiers there either; he did not want to have to try and explain to them where he was going. He picked up his bag off the bed that he had slept on last night, shouldered it, and walked out of Abu Simbel with not a look back. But, as he reached the high rise from where he had viewed Abu Simbel for the first time on his journey there clearly, he could not resist turning to see his last view of the city; and what he saw astounded him. Almost the whole city had gone out to the banks of Iteru, and they were all throwing lotus flowers into the river, as Khenemetankh saw the high priest blessing the flowers to help Iteru to rise and flood once more. Khenemetankh smiled. It was not something he did often, but the sight of these people throwing flowers into a river – that was now so thick with lotuses that it nearly looked white itself – in the belief that it would help Iteru to rise, made him show such a display of emotion. Khenemetankh knew that as the number of flowers passed all the other riverside towns and cities, they would also throw lotus flowers in, and the wave of hope would sweep infectiously over Egypt. He also knew that Iteru would flood, and that the people would rejoice and be merry once more. But not because of the lotus flowers. Because of the empty vial that he still carried. Khenemetankh took his last look at the city. Sighing, he turned around and continued on his journey. Three days later, he arrived back at Rehotep’s house. Rehotep was not there, of course – he was probably still coming back from Abu Simbel. His Mut and Baba probably didn’t even know where Rehotep was. Thankfully, they weren’t at home, so Khenemetankh did not have to explain anything. He drew the eye of Horus amulet from around his neck and placed it on a table. He knew he could not take it with him. Then he went out of the house and around the hill a bit, to find his ride back home waiting for him. Home, here I come, he thought. He opened the door of the machine, pressed a few buttons to set the co-ordinates, checked and re-checked the settings, made sure the sun was in view, and then pulled the lever. Khenemetankh and the machine vanished from the world in a puff of smoke, flashing lights and loud noise. *** Four thousand five hundred years later, a boy called Henry appeared back in the place that he should have known forever, but that he had changed to the way it should have been. And he had the grandest tale to tell, a tale that would send everyone’s mind abuzz. Meanings Abu Simbel – old village Baba – father Deshret – the Red Land Hedj – white Iteru – Great River (the Nile) Kemet – the Black Land Khenemetankh – one who is joined with life Horus – high, above Menes – unknown Meryetmose – beloved child (female – for male, remove the ET) Mut – mother Panahasi – the barbarian Ra – sun Rehotep – peace of Re (or Ra) Sokkwi Wati – little rebel fool Thoth – leader (not all name meanings may be completely accurate – some grammatical errors may have occurred in the translation) That's it. Hopefully I get some other stories apart from mine in here soon!
Heed the words of the Gaffer. For even if they not be wise, they are worth listening to.
(This post was edited by Gaffer Gamgee on Apr 23 2008, 4:45am)
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