Chapter 9

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     I thought long and hard about it. I figured that if I let Sekhemkhet go free he will forgive and wait his turn. It is amazing how a seven year old can have so much hate for something. Even if he would be king, he wouldn't have power. His advisers would hold the power.
     "Apeta," I called out. She came running to my chambers.
      "Yes?"
       "I wish to visit Sekhemkhet in prison,"
      "But, Ankhtal!"
      "Now!" 
       "Yes your highness," I must have raised my voice louder than I thought. She never calls me your highness.
      Two guards came to escort me to Sekhemkhet's prison cell. It was quite a sight. A seven year old prince so thin you could see his ribs. He only wore a small piece of linen like a skirt. He was covered in dirt and bald with no wig. He had no jewelry and no makeup. He looked worse then a slave.
     "Hello, your highness," he bowed. He looked very surprised to see me. I motioned for the guards to leave. One raised an eyebrow as if to say, what are you doing? I waved them away.
       "Brother,"
        "I am surprised you came down here. We wouldn't want your royal feet to get dirty,"
        "You're my brother, of course I would want to see you!"
       "Half," he looked down, "half brother."
      "I love you! No matter if we share the same blood or not!"
        "If you loved me I wouldn't be here!"
       "I spared your life! You tried to poison me!"
       "You think you spared my life? I would rather die then rot in this cell!"
       "I forgave you! But I still fear for my life!"
       "As you should! I haven't forgiven you!"
     "What did I do?"
       "You're queen! You are Pharaoh! I should be in your place! I should be in power!"
      "You were FIVE YEARS OLD! You were to young to rule!  You still are!"
      "I can too rule!"
       "ARE YOU AN IDIOT? You wouldn't be in power! Your advisers would be in power. You would be Pharaoh in name only!"
      "LEAVE NOW!"
       "I WILL!" I left that prison cell and began to cry. That is when I chose to let him go. Hopefully he will understand.
     


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