War Of Egypt

Chapter 27: Egyptians & Escape Routes

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    Sanhir pulled the windows closed and looked behind her at the little crowded room she was in. The soldier, Niuen, was stirring something in a pot by the fireplace.
   "You seem really young for a traveler," he murmured quietly, hitting the insides of the pot to remove whatever substances that covered the spoon.
    The goddess moved to stand beside him.
   "And you seem pretty decent for a evil soldier," she responded. "How are you able to be friendly when Kha has you under his control?"
    He scoffed, "Not entirely, Kada. I volunteered to keep myself from getting binded to the sorceress and Kha. How do you know if I'm evil?"
   "I do not."
   "Can you please answer me now—what is a young girl like you doing traveling through this place?" He sneezed and backed away from the fireplace, wiping his eyes from the irritating smoke.
   "I am a merchant's daughter! It does not matter where I go," she abruptly spoke out with no regret, for it was a white lie. Her father was a kind of a merchant...kind of. Except he was a god that merchants would favor.
    Niuen nodded and stood up, stretching out like a cat on it's hind legs, he turned to face her and clicked his tongue.
   "You are really impressive—you know that right?" He eyed her.
    Sanhir narrowed her eyes at him and glared, "what do you mean?"
    In a swift movement, Niuen reached her side and pulled off her hood, exposing the rare silver white flowing hair beneath. He smiled, obviously pleased with himself for whatever reasons that was.
    However Sanhir had other plans.
    Her eyes flashed with anger and shock, suddenly from under her cloak she pulled out a sword and held it out to Niuen's neckline, her grip tightened around the handle.
   "No! No stop."
   "Give me a reason! You dare defy a goddess? Forget the blade, I could burn you where you stand!"
    Holding his hands up in the air, the soldier blinked in disbelief. "I knew it was you all along. It ia funny you claim to be a merchant's daughter—I am a merchant's son. I know you, my father would pray to lord Dedun for guidance before he went out. He used to tell me of you too—Dedun's daughter."
    No surprise there. The white hair was her own rare symbol. Sanhir pulled back her sword and stared up at the soldier, her eyes buring before she finally calmed down.
   "Forgive me, I should not have disrespected you that way," Niuen bowed his head. "My father would kill me himself if he ever learned of this."
   "You say I am impressive. But I am impressed by you; how did you know it was me...specifically?"
    Niuen rubbed the spot where the blade had rested, "you have the double colored irises of the gods. And yours is gold and grey—very rare. Then my suspicion was alerted when you never took your hood off—indoors." He looked up to the ceiling of the house.
    Sanhir pulled out a strand of her hair, looking at it immensely, before she placed it back it it's place.
   "All right soldier," she cleared her throat. "I need your assistance. Now you can help me or you can run out that door sounding the alarm—you will not make it far. You seem like a nice mortal—it wil be a shame if I have to kill you."
   "You are lucky I'm not binded to Kha. What is it that you're after?"
   "I want the Princess and the Prince," she replied. "I have been sent to rescue them."
    Niuen squeezed his eyes shut, "I do not mean to be blunt but you are alone."
   "The others will come when the time is right. Now," Sanhir moved beside Niuen and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I need someone to show me all the escape routes from the city."
   "So you do need a tour."
   "Exactly."
    In an instant, like a man struck by thunderbolts, Niuen ran around the room, picking up his cloak and sword. He strapped on his belt and shoved his sword into it's place, then he threw the dark cloak over himself and pulled down the hood.
    Sanhir watched him in silence as she made for the door and opened it.
   "Come," said Niuen walking out the door and then leaning against it to allow the goddess to pass through. "If there are secret passageways—I would not know. But there are ways I know, to get out of here."
   "And why are you helping me? I said payment but what is it you want? Riches?"
    As she finished off her sentence, she frowned in anticipation—it would not be the first time someone has asked for riches as payment.
    Outside, the rain was falling like pins and needles. Niuen looked at her and wiped away water on his forehead, "I want to get out of here. There is someone waiting for me outside this kingdom, and I would curse myself forever if I do not return to her."
    Nodding, Sanhir grabbed his arm, "your wishes shall be answered."
    They scanned the dark wet streets and started running towards the palace. Just as they neared the palace, Niuen spun the goddess and led her to the canals beside the palace. They followed it until they reached it's end.
    Water cascaded through the canal and through iron gates before it flowed out of the kingdom. Sanhir stared down at the watery grave, it was dangerous for mortals to try and fight the currents but they were gods.
    She looked at Niuen and nodded.
    A while later Niuen and Sanhir stood on the rooftops and stared out into the northern borders. "This is not the least discreet route of escape, but it is one and by the time the archers are deployed—it will be already too late."
   "Where is the last one."
   "Ah—last and hardest route."
   "You do not need to show me, however, tell me if you can. Where is this last and hardest route?"
    Niuen bit down on his lip so hard that Sanhir would have thought he would start bleeding through.
   "The palace gardens have an exit hidden in the hanging flora the last Queen planted. No one including Kha knows where it is and that is the problem. It is there, it is an exit but we cannot use it because we do not know the exact location."
    Sanhir stared at him, "these Egyptians never stick to plans. If I am right, they will improvise when the time comes. Which means they will go for the obvious and hope for the best."
   "Rooftops."
   "Flying always seems to work. Now, let us leave."

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