The Life and Times of Bonnie Chance

Daughter of Ishtar

"Tell Minue to gather a thousand soldiers!" Memphis ordered while was being dressed for the day, reconsidering Imhotep's advice. 'Algon is famous for being as cunning as a fox. It's best to be careful!' Isis came into the room.

"Memphis, I think you shouldn't go..." she said.

"Why not? I have to save Carol, there's no other way!" Memphis said.

"I've been informed that King Algon is a pervert... He has captured Carol, I'm sure that he won't let her go!" Isis said. Memphis was horrified to think of Carol in the hands of a pervert.

"But I will force him to release her!" Memphis said anxiously. Fully dressed, he strode away from Isis to go out and meet Minue. "Is everything ready, Minue?"

"Yes, I've finished gathering the troops!" Minue said. "A thousand well-trained soldiers are ready to go to Assyria."

"Your Highness, please let me go with you..." Jamali begged, hugging Memphis's legs. "I've always live in Assyria, I'll be able to help you!"

"All right! You will lead the way!" Memphis said.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Jamali said, happy that he trusted her.

"Prime Minister Imhotep, I entrust the task of solving national affairs to you while I'm away!" Memphis said.

"Please don't worry, Your Highness!" Imhotep said.

"Do what you can in regard to the national affairs!" Memphis said.

"I'll do my best taking care of everything!" Imhotep said. Memphis hopped up onto his horse.

"Let's go!" he said, leading Mine and the 1,000 soldiers to Assyria.

"Let's go! Let's go!" the soldiers said. "We're willing to die to save the queen!"

'Oh goddess of the Nile, good mother of the Egyptians, our goddess has returned the daughter of the Nile without a bruise... yet the insolent Assyrians have dared to steal her away... I pray to the goddess for your support; help us save Carol!' Memphis thought urgently.

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"No, don't come near me!" Carol screamed in the Hittite palace, holding a knife. "I'm an Egyptian; I cannot wear the clothing of the Hittites! If you force me, I'll kill myself!"

"Carol!!" Bonnie exclaimed, horrified. She tried to calm herself down to think clearly. "Give me the knife, Carol!"

"What are you doing?" Izmir asked. He was getting dressed in another room when he heard the commotion and one of the female servants came in.

"I'm sorry, my prince. She hid a knife when no one was looking!" the female servant said.

"All right, I'll come right away! Bonnie causes too much trouble!" Izmir said.

"It's not the doctor, it's the daughter of the Nile!" the female servant said, surprising Izmir.

"Don't think you can force me!" Carol said, backing away from everyone.

"Why are you yelling? Your clothes have become dirty!" Izmir said, entering the room behind her. "Now give me the knife!"

"Ah!" Carol gasped in alarm. She turned around and backed away from him, holding the knife in front of her.

"Now be good and listen to me; change your clothes!" Izmir said. "This is my palace... Everyone must be clean."

"No! Get away from me!" Carol cried. "I'm an Egyptian... I can't wear foreign clothes!"

"Where is that rule written!?" Bonnie asked, worried that Carol would seriously harm herself.

"Be good now. The attire is made of fine fabric!" Izmir said, moving closer to Carol.