HIS FATE

CHAPTER Nine

3 YEARS LATER

Wajadat's Pov:

"Mezm Al'amir The Pharaoh wishes to see you before he takes the next journey to the land of the ancestors. " A guard comes to tell me.

I hurriedly go to my father's chambers. He has been there since last year because he became ill. I see my mother infront of the chambers. The wife of the Pharaoh are not allowed to see the Pharaoh at this stage. They believe that their cries alone will alter him being able to pass to the other world. When the Pharaoh becomes ill they let him slowly die as they believe it's the time he should go for the gods to choose a new Pharaoh.

"Oh my son." She says and holds my hands with her red puffy eyes. I see fear in her eyes. I manage to try to make her believe nothing will happen.

"Don't worry mother." I say and cup her face. But after I said that I realised I was lying to myself. My father will die leaving me and my mother. She looks at me and rans away crying on the way. I look at the guard who opens the door to my father's chambers. How could they all put up a straight face without feeling any pain? Are they gods? I enter his room. I have never been here before. I believe this is where my father  sleeps with all his wives and concubines and harlot. They don't share a chamber with their wives. It will be too much. Imagine a Pharoah with 10 wives how will that be? Everything in this chamber is made with gold. When I say everything I mean everything. They all bow to me. I see my father looking all frail and wrinkled. You could even see his bones. He coughs once he sees me. I come closer.

"My son, I-I wish I could live to see your coronation but in this era the old Pharaoh dies and the new one arises. My advice to you is to do exactly as the gods tell you to do. And be fair and just to your people. " He says and I hold his hands.

"Yes father." I say as he slips his ring on my finger weakly.

"Good.." He manages to see and looks into my eyes. I looked at him with a serious face and I realised he is still looking at me. Before I noticed that his chest was not moving. Then I bowed my head down. Now I have been trained that we don't cry. Yes Pharaohs don't cry so when I did that, his scribes and priests started to get everything ready.

"Goodbye father." I say and close his eyes.

Three Days Later

Now I am been coordinated as the new Pharaoh. They had made all the arrangements and rituals. I was just to make my royal public appearance to the people. They had to embalm my father and made sure he had his journey without disturbance before they did as they wanted to me. During that time, there was to be no noise making and the was to be darkness. Mother cried for three days. Her crying was as a result of not spending much time with him for 16 years.
The slaves had bathed me thoroughly and now they were making me wear my neck piece and gold chains and bracelets and the most important one the headdress.

When they place the headdress on my head everyone bows. Then my royal adviser who was my scribe comes to tell me it's time I moved to the platform to publicly make my appearance as the new Pharaoh. I follow him and see my mother there. She bows to me and I follow the Advisor.  They make the introductions and I come out. The whole people starts to bow first then they start to cheer. After that I go to sit on my throne. The throne my father used to sit. Then my advisor sits at the left. The right is for my brother.

"Pharaoh should we bring your brother?" He asks me. When he said that I forgot entirely that I was Pharaoh before he gently tapped me.

"I'm sorry what did you ask me?"

"Pharaoh I asked if we could bring your brother?"

"Ah! Yes. Ofcourse. Bring him in."

"Yes Pharaoh. " I watch as he orders the guards to bring my brother. Some minutes later they bring him.