"Djehuty is a great learner, and a warrior by heart, your highness." "We don't want a great soldier." Sadiki specified, "We want someone who can fit the vision of the royal family. Someone who can lead the mighty Kemet army to win over the desert. And someone who would worship him before the Gods: and prove his loyalty to become one of us. Someone who can see through times and win wars before setting foot in the battlefield. Someone whose name would instill fear in the hearts of the mightiest. Someone who could make lions look like goats." Henenu, like any other member of royalty respected prime minister Sadiki from the bottom of his heart. His foresight, ability to rule in absence of the royal King and keeping the entire state of Kemet united through the toughest of times had established his name as one of the greatest leaders in the history.
Henenu was very concerned about whether his highness would like Djehuty or not, but he politely yet firmly said, "Your highness, the school of Tahtib has one sole purpose: to give Kemet warriors that no one can defeat. Kill, they may but they will never defeat a man that walked out that door. For this is the blood and brethren of Osiris! How can I bring someone incapable to even be considered for such a prestigious position? You may put complete faith in him. This young man will lead our army in the wars that will write the history of Kemet."
"Henenu, I never said I doubted your fine expertise in the art of war. But he is to assist no ordinary man either." Minister Sadiki stood up, "his hands better not shake."
The royal eighth were known for their foresight and their acute sense of judgement. Their methods, their out of the box ideas were a thing for the masses to wonder. Henenu pretty much understood what was going to happen.
His chariot stopped as they saw the beautiful embodiment of Ra, the sun rise and the first ray made the desert shine like gold. Henenu, Prime minister Sadiki backed by their royal guards stood there as Djehuty was brought into the field. He stood there, bedazzled and confused who that person with Henenu might be. "Djehuty, meet your highness, Prime Minister of Kemet: Sadiki. From the royal family of-" "The lion-eaters" Djehuty cut him off. "I beg your pardon to cut you off, but I'm aware of the royal eighth and the finest man in that row. It's an absolute honour."
"Do you know what brings you here, young man?" Prime minister asked in his firm, no-nonsense yet polite voice.
"I'm assuming I am to take up some bigger duties, and I'm here so that my abilities can be put to the test." "You've picked the most sacred thing. You better show us some magic with that." Prime minister stepped back and the royal guards bring to the ground three men, covered head to toe in black clothes.
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The royal guards move aside as the last man from the row walks to the front, holding a mighty sword. He walks up to the man sitting on the right, and stands at a two feet distance. He takes off the cloth covering his face and says prayers. Djehuty is beginning to put two and two together and he can not believe what is about to happen.
His shiny sword proves to be sharper than it appears, cuts halfway through the neck of the first man. His body collapses in no time, although shaking on the ground, as he sits down, pulls out a dagger and decapitates the man, and grabs his skull with the hair. With head held high, the guard walks up to Henenu and Prime Minister, and puts the head in front of them. Henenu was happy the Khopesh was not for a duel. Djehuty was disappointed it was not for a duel. The next man shows up with an awfully heavy axe. He kicks the second hostage in the head, and as he's on the ground, kicks him again to be in the right position so that he could decapitate him. He moved back a little, arched his both arms back in a curve and with full swing, made two of the erstwhile one body of the hostage. The eagles were preying around already and there was an awful, eerie silence in there. The sun shone bright and so did his blood-soaked axe, as he casually picked up the decapitated head and carried it like a helmet, under his right arm. The blood dripped on his shoes and clothes but he didn't seem to care. He put the head next to the first one.
A guard walked up with water and offered it to Djehuty. Though nervous and moreover shocked and scarred, he politely declined. "Go ahead, you don't lose points for that!" Prime Minister Sadiki sensed his nervousness and laughed to make him a little more comfortable. He gestured him to have it. Djehuty gulped down some water and was handed his shiny, mad sharp Khopesh that was a huge sword.
He was about to step in, but he noticed the royal guards walking back. As they all did, so did Henenu and Prime Minister. "What is this now? I'm supposed to go there, decapitate him and show I wouldn't flinch, right? How can you even see from that far whether my hands shake?"
"All the best, sir!" The royal guard that handed him his Khopesh said as he stood there. Djehuty fastened his belt and stepped ahead.
That wicked smile made him uneasy. "Something is wrong. Something is wrong. Something is wrong."
