The Coming of Seth Book 3 of The Protectress Synopsis

We understood their kindnesses and love over 65,000 years ago, long before man made time. Mimicking their old ways destroyed by great floods and land shifts. They taught us how to live when “Khemit” was lush green even to the time when it turned to vast lands of sand. They became stewards of the man-kind and kept close to their hearts the promise. The promise made thousands of years before the building of the ziggurat with the face of the woman Tefnut; the Greeks called the Sphinx. They planned the blending of our races to make supreme beings to live within the balance of the universe.

So long ago, we forgot the laws of the Ma’at…and the phases of universe. The ancient Hindu named these phases the “yugas”, the ancients of Egypt the Precession of the Ma’at. For tens of thousands of years their teachings have become meaningless dogmas and most of us no longer recognize tribe’s presence among us. They have not forgotten their promise. The blending of the two tribes has begun. The son of the Protectress Meretneith, the Ptah a Tanen, has produced a son possessed of all the strengths and powers of the oldest tribes.

His arrival coincides with the cycles of the “yugas”. This is the time of the coming of Seth. He is the first physical expression of the true blending of the tribes that lights our path to Ma’at. This book continues the stories of the Protectress. It tells of her grandson Seth’s arrival and struggles to overcome the treachery of his sister, and of his deep love for the human brother Joshua.

Coming Spring 2016 – Meretneith’s Four Book 4 of the Protectress

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The tribal Council named the newcomers Meretneith’s Four. The family and tribes called them her beautiful monsters. Turning their backs on eons old tribal tradition, they have come to lead earth into the age of the enlightened, the golden age of the Precession. They are the grandchildren of the Protectress. Over 200,000 years in the making they love whom they wish and lead with one mind.

All things have changed for the leaders of the tribe. The Protectress has come to understand the true values and gifts from her children. The results of the breaking of traditional mating has resulted in the coming of a new powerful daughter and grandchildren with unforeseen powers. The coming of a more formidable time began with her son Merneptah. Book four of the Protectress relates how the grandchildren offspring begin their journey by bridging a connection from ancient past and the god Ba’al to now.

The first to come was Joshua. Born of a human female and son of the Protectress, he was raised tribe and taught gifts of extreme subterfuge. Then there is the beauty Asherah. A daughter born to Meretneith, the Protectress and Saul the Chosen One. The seven foot hour glass frame with fiery red hair is perhaps the greatest warrior the earth has ever known. Seth arrived during the first betrayal and was the first born male to Aisha and the Ptah a’ Tanen, Merneptah. His powers transform the deserts into a weapon of mass destruction. Second male born to the Ptah a Tanen is Obadiah. Before the pyramids the god Ba’al foretold that he would be the strongest of the brood. Obadiah calls up sea storms and command the winds of earth. Taught from birth to be supreme weapons, they are Meretneith’s Four.

A blend of human and tribe they are the strongest expression of the Ma ’at, the laws of balance, order, harmony, law, morality, and justice, they continue the saga of the Protectress.

The Coming of Seth Book 3 of the Protectress

Chapter 25

Ba’al

After arrival in the great caves, they slept for a time. Seth would demand a lot from his body in the coming days. Asherah was the first to wake. She stripped her clothes then wrapped her waist in a white linen loincloth. Smooth olive skin covered deep musculature of the warrior. Releasing her hair, she hefted her fighting blades. Adjusting the harness, she slid steel into the leather sheath. Her green eyes focused on her nephew who did the same. He whispered.

“Asherah you are only to guard my rear. I never allow anyone with me when I go dark. You know this. My focus is on Joshua. When I retrieve him, you take him to Arsay and her daughter Athirat. They will be waiting here in the caves.

“Asherah look at me! Listen! Do not follow nor allow my grandmother to follow me. Injure her or grandfather if they attempt to interfere. After I deliver Joshua, I am on the move again. No one will see me until I am ready.

“My dreamings have been strong. Go to Saul for an explanation before the battle against Rachel. You will lead that fight at my grandmother’s side.”

They both caught the scent of an intruder at the same time. Grabbing blades, they ran for the cave entrance. She was dressed in desert robes, her long coils mimicking his. She held her arms out for her son.

“Mother how did you know I was here?”

“Seth your grandmother, the Protectress, raised me in this desert. My male is the Ptah a’ Tanen and your father.”

He held her close to him. The tears began to flow. “Mother I promise…”

She placed her fingers to his lips then replaced them with her lips. Aisha whispered, “I know you will find our baby boy. Seth my fear is that you will lose yourself in this. I love you and I want both my sons in my arms whole. Promise me you won’t disappear into the desert after this battle is done. This would break your father’s heart. His suffers more than you know.”

“Mother I cannot promise that. I need to hunt down my sister. She is making the desert her home. Rachel will remain here until she decides to seek retribution for her evils. Then she will ask for forgiveness for stealing my brother. She will get my retribution. However, I will not allow my Protectors to forgive her. I know Rachel. She will expect our father to exonerate her from retaliation because she is the last in our family line conceived in the old ways.”

Seth roared and they could feel the vibrations shake their bodies. “I will not let that happen!”

Aisha’s voice came small. “I almost lost your father in not understanding. I will not lose my children for the same reasons. I know that the Teacher Ba’al is speaking in your dreamings. Listen to his instructions. There is a reason that his Chosen One Saul has held back in destroying Rachel.”

With tears in her eyes, she filled his face with kisses whispering, “You do what you have to. I only ask…no,…I beg that you and Joshua come back to me alive. I love you.”

She turned to Asherah holding out her arms. Asherah filled them then whispered, “You know that I have their six. Aisha you own my heart. I promise to bring them home.”

Asherah ran ahead to their waiting mares. Kissing his mother, Seth was on Asherah’s heels. Yelling over his shoulders, “Esther take care of my mother” Esther stepped from the shadows to draw Aisha close. Mounting their horses on the run, they disappeared into the desert.

They rode for an hour in the blackness before they caught the scent of Anat and Joshua. Dismounting Seth drew near Asherah, “This is as far as you go. Stay here and wait. You will know when I need you.

“Asherah you are a powerful warrior. I look at you and I see my grandmother. You, like her, are flawless. I have always loved and wanted you more than you know.” Embracing Seth, she whispered in his ear, “Listen to Ba’al’s ways because they are yours. Weigh the balance before making your strike. And Seth we are not afraid of your powers. We all fear that the forces that guide that mighty body will take you from us. Come back to me sweet male. I still need the pleasure of you.”

Seth pulled away from the female that secretly filled his heart. He knew she did not know how much. Asherah watched him melt into the darkness.

He moved through the desert night with ease. The giant knew every footfall. The warrior’s body flowed with the shifting ergs allowing them to guide his steps. This was his home, where his powers belonged. His body moved in tandem with the invisible axial rotations of the universe. The tone of it pulled the strings of his soul like the ancient strings of a sitar. With each day, the force in him grew in new ways. Seth understood the fear his family felt about his powers. It was the energy of the planet strengthening him in every moment.

It was not long before he could feel Anat near. Her breathing was coming fast. She was agitated. Joshua was awake. He sent his thoughts out to his brother and received the sense of him immediately. Joshua knew at once that his brother was near. As Seth moved closer, he began to hear the other heartbeats. The scents were of a varied group of offspring and human. He began to feel their heat signatures. Some were unsuited for desert warfare and were experiencing fear. Their glands were open and vapors of their bodies’ moisture filled his nostrils. Some held the acrid stench of cheap wine. They were sharing it for courage. Seth grew still. He needed to understand the proximity of Joshua to Anat. He sent Joshua the signal to remain quiet.

The sun began to rise and Seth took refuge in a shallow cave. Curling into his sleep position, he slowed his heart rate. Before fully awake at sunset he brought the wind to him. Gently at first, it swished through the shallow cave, playfully tugging at his hair. Outside the cave, the winds lifted the sand forming at first small dust devils that danced across its surface. Seth stepped from the cave and stretched like a great cat. The long lean waist coiled and then uncoiled as the wind lifted the heavy hair. It teased the mass above his head for a moment, before releasing it to settle over the massive shoulders. After taking long sips of cooling water hidden between cave rocks, Seth was on the run. Before blackness covered the rolling hills of sand, he was at camp side. Anat sent fighters ahead in search of Rachel’s camp and sat waiting for their return. Seth knew her wait was futile. Rachel had already disposed of them.

The giant moved through the blackness unseen and unheard. Anat was powerless to detect his scent. As a child at play, he learned to mask his scent with desert air. It would read to others like any desert animal or carrion filled erg.

Moving from one fighter to the next along the camp perimeter, his blade silently found a home in each. Soon most of her soldiers in death’s repose appeared in deep slumber, and then he made his way to Anat’s tent. Outside the tent, he allowed his body to sink into the sand. He stayed silent waiting for her to wander from the enclosure. He would not risk a fight with her yet. It would alert Rachel. He knew that Rachel was aware of Anat’s location. His focus remained on Joshua. The moment came when she left the tent to enter another. Seth’s body burrowed deeper only to emerge inside the tent. He found Joshua curled on his side. His naked body chained to the tent pole marred with scars and oozing cuts. Two caregiver males slept soundly. Seth sliced through each throat to insure a smooth escape. Joshua stared into his brother’s face, he attempted a smile. A tear escaped Seth’s eyes as Joshua’s weak recognition revealed a beautiful face beaten and almost unrecognizable. Seth snapped the chains of bondage. He carried his brother through the night. When Re began to wake, he found a shallow cave. Washing his brother’s body in cooling water he place drops into Joshua’s mouth while lulling him to sleep. During the day and half asleep, he heard Anat’s outcry. He felt her fear. He sent the wind to her camp. It frightened and scattered her animals, destroying their water supply.

By sunset, Joshua began to stir. Seth was on the move again. He called to Asherah. She was closer than he thought. His aunt had followed closer than he instructed. Her beautiful face beamed at the sight of Seth. She ran to him lifting Joshua from his arms. Looking into his eyes, she moaned. “Seth….do you think Arsay is able to heal our Joshua?”

Her mouth filled with water she placed her lips Joshua’s. He eagerly swallowed the liquid from her. Then she placed the opening of the sack-filled water to his lips. Slowly she controlled the flow of the liquid to a trickle. Looking into Seth’s eyes, “You must take your brother to your mother and Arsay, they wait. Your father and grandmother are not far.”

“Asherah I’ve told that you I must return and finish this. I will only remain in the desert stay two more days. It will take me that long to complete what I have to do. Anat’s warriors are many. Tell my mother and father I love them and will return home soon. Go!” He was gone.

With Joshua in one arm, Asherah leaped onto her mare. They galloped off toward the caves where Arsay and Aisha sat waiting.

He traveled again until the sun came to paint the sky a subdued hint of purples and pinks. He took his rest. At sunset, he picked up speed. Anat was moving within striking range of Rachel’s forces. She had gathered additional fighters from neighboring tribes. Approaching her armies Seth called up the wind. This time it took the savannahs with a force that moved to the hills and valleys lifting the microscopic rock filling the air with a fine deadly spray. Seth moved through it unseen. The massive warrior stepped with ease through swirls of blistering sand. He was upon Anat’s horde like a great-enraged cat. They heard his war cry but could not see the owner of it. Only the flashes of the steel arc of death were seen, always too late. Blood spray joined the air blending with sand dust. Soulless bodies buried immediately under new and shifting ergs of sand. Suddenly the wall of sand seemed impenetrable.

He heard Anat’s cries of pain and fear. She called out to her Protectress. Then all stopped. Seth stood starring into an impenetrable veil of sand. Then there was blackness. The giant stood waiting. Then through the blackness, he saw a figure of gold approaching quickly. In the same instant, his body grew tire, almost too tired to stand. Ba’al drew near.

Lifting Seth’s body into his arms, he kissed Aisha’s child. Succumbing to feelings of a half dream, Seth pressed his face to the golden giant’s chest. Ba’al began to speak as he carried Seth in his arms.

The deep voice spoke of the Precession and the balance. He told Seth of the thousand-year love that bound his parents’ souls. The golden god explained that the mending of the breach in faith was Anat and Rachel’s final battle. Resolution of the imbalance between mother and daughter would be resolved through the selfless actions of his brother Joshua. Ba’al told him to cherish always the love between he and Joshua in the coming years.

“He sang the stories of Kemet and Seth’s time in the balance. He sang of the coming together of the universes causing the coalition of suns and planets. They would signal the beginning of the great cosmic awakening that Seth’s children would witness. Then humming a lullaby to him Seth felt Ba’al place him in another’s arms. Warm and loving he looked into the grey eyes of Saul smiling into his. Pressing close within the loving embrace Seth fell into a deep slumber.

Meretneith – Her Journal #2

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I wanted to share with you a few of the events that have touched my soul of late. You know from my brother’s writings that after I was freed from Syrus and his sister over a year ago – that I have vowed to take his life. My son has made this pledge as well. But Merneptah is my life’s soul and I will never allow Syrus to confront my child alone in a fight. The Oldest of the Old Ones will not come alone. Syrus knows that our blade skills match….so he will not enter this fight single-handed. His son Pasha, who haunts my son since his birth, will join us in the desert meeting place of Old Memphis. Even if it means my life, I will destroy both before my son joins this fight. I decided to train my blades in the old ways.

Leaving the Chosen One Saul in my brother’s care…I started out alone from the palace heading fast across the desert for my childhood caves. The things that happened along the way will change the outcomes and I wanted to take these moments to share my thoughts with you. So I sit now listening to my feelings and the beat of my heart.

My spirit becomes strong when in the old great caves. My mind clears in preparation for the coming blows. Normally I train alone but this time an unwanted gift greeted me amongst the dunes. My lifelong friend and fellow warrior took upon herself to present me with a beautiful male caregiver. He is Offspring of the oldest human tribes….but no Protectress has ever suffered a male caregiver. Only the females of the old tribal families have come to me as Caregivers. As you will recall from my brother’s books, my Caregiver and sister Inanna’s life was taken in a battle that ended in my captivity. For almost a year, I languished in the monster Syrus’ palace. But let me tell you of this, riding hard for the caves, I stopped in the desert to visit with Inanna’s families and was greeted with this offering.

Hidden and waiting was a male warrior of uncommon strength. Shortly after being greeted by the families, Hadid presented himself. The next morning I resumed my journey to the caves with this new unknown male fighter at my side. As soon as we arrived in the training caverns, we stripped from our desert robes and prepared to test blades. I wanted to experience for myself the power of this male before accepting him into my life.

I had every intention of wear this young one down. I wanted proof that he would survive the battles I knew lie ahead. Understand dear reader that I have no illusions that I will survive the coming months. I only needed to know that this young warrior would thrive in the fight and guard my children should I fall under Syrus’ blade.

The training fight with the young one Hadid wore on for hours…surprising me. The languid movements of his long limbs attested to a lifetime of training under Arsay. His every motion echoed her battle skills. It allowed me the luxury of anticipating his moves while prompting his frustrations. The strain of controlling the pain and fatigue etched his beautiful face. Sweat streamed from the tightly coiled black mass that plastered the chiseled cheeks. As the fight wore on, I moved in closer knowing that he could no longer follow the rapid flashes of my blade, he was responding through pure instinct. Grunting with each parry, I knew that Hadid’s legs would shortly give way. Each breath escaping his lungs blew across my face. Both bodies coated in a wet sheen soaked the fabric covering our loins. The sweet nectar of his arousal met my nostrils and my body quickened. However, I am his Protectress and from birth, he was prepared for this moment.

If I ignored the ancient tradition of only accepting a female at my side as Caregiver – then he would begin his long journey with me, the lone companion of the tribal Protectress. If I reject him, the journey back to Dubai and Arsay would be painful.

At last, his chest heaved and I saw the rapid pulsing of his heart. Hadid had reached beyond his limits. Covered in blood and sweat he was near dehydration. A full half day had passed since we began the training. I had to stop him and delivered my final blow meant to stun not hurt. He landed hard on the sandy cave floor and I inhaled deeply….satisfied. This young one would be the first male to become caregiver to a Protectress.

Hadid immediately stood to face me. The look in his eyes warmed my heart. The brown eyes staring at me were soft with love, admiration, and brimming with tears. The full lips quivering in an effort to control his emotions…Hadid’s realization came that he is the new Caregiver to his Protectress.

I bellowed, “Arsay has done well. You will be my caregiver. But understand that in battle when I command that you stand down…heed me.” He has second sight and knows that the coming fight with Syrus will cost us. I wanted Hadid to survive.

Drawing closer he said, “Meretneith you are my life. I will always do as you ask. It is time for your bath.”

His voice carried the same arrogance as when I first met him. Yet I heard the emotion hidden just below the surface. Stripping my wet loincloth as I walked away, the superb competition caused a need to grow between my thighs. I knew that the scent of my arousal and the need to be pleasured hung in the air between us. Nevertheless, Hadid understood what all males of my kind know. Although my arousal in battle is known it is a dangerous time to be near me – an unwanted touch or embrace could mean death. In these times, I long for the touch of my males – Ptah and Saul.

Entering my sleeping chambers, I stretched out on the bed awaiting my bath. I could smell the heat of the steamy water carrying the scents of healing herbs. Touching the smoothness of my wet skin, my thoughts dwelled on Saul and Ptah. I touched those spaces where my spirit remembers the angry blows of my enemies. My soul recalls past battles and the love that followed.

Syrus’ fighting skills are my match and in these moments dear reader, I am not sure I will survive this coming blade fight and I can tell you that feel fear. Fear that I will not survive to be with my love ones again.

I wonder, as always before a major battle, if I will endure. Death is an inevitable passage to another lifetime in accordance to the Law of the Ma’at. This existence has been lonely and harsh. Yet I yearn for just a little more time with my love ones before I go to the light. I fear that the price to purchase those precious moments will be dear.

My brother has shared in his book the fact that I have found love in the Chosen One; a love that I have never known. I want to live to enjoy that new found treasure as well. I want to see the arrival of my grandchildren and to see my daughter Asherah grow to maturity.

Dozing…I hear Hadid bring the copper tub to my chambers and begin to fill it with hot fragrant herbal water. I asked him to leave me. He knows he will be pushed to his limits more than once before we journey to Old Memphis and the fight that waits. Impatient…I wanted to be left alone with my thoughts and comforting memories.

The cooled desert air has entered to search the cathedral ceilings before blowing gently over my body. It soothes my feverish yearnings. Stretching my aching body out on the sleeping cushions, I put my device away and recall Saul’s lips before succumbing to sleep.

‘Til the next time….

From Book 1 of the Protectress

The outline of her body shadowing underneath, the diaphanous caftan dangerously hinted at naked allure. She never wore undergarments and its effect upon Saul would greatly enhance her powers of persuasion. She and Ptah must prepare him for what was to come. Despite the strong attraction between them, she wondered what to say to put him at ease. Nibbling bits of savory meats from the dinner platter, she lost track of the time. Sounds of the elevator doors sliding open startled her. Scurrying down the corridor, she found a smiling Saul striding into the great room. He paused a moment as if waiting for an invitation, his eyes travelled over her body before settling on her eyes.

“Saul, you’re right on time.” Meretneith hoped her face didn’t show her pleasure in wanting to see him again.

His deep raspy voice came like music to her ears.

“I was looking forward to this. This room is magnificent. These old buildings have such grandeur. They are like grand old ladies.”

Hands in his jean pockets, he strode into the middle of the room appraising vaulted ceilings trimmed in elaborate crown mouldings. It was easily as large as the anteroom. Grand French doors allowed impressive views of Chicago cityscapes and horizons of Lake Michigan. Saul watched thick, dense grey clouds gather over the lake heralding the approach of an evening summer storm. He watched lightening playfully dance over the surface of water. Open doors allowed the cooling breezes that preceded it, and Meretneith watched the powerful body saunter out onto the balcony. The flapping white shirt merely draped the exquisite musculature. He stood briefly watching the approaching tempest. She joined him; the long lean curves of her body drawn to his warmth. He wanted to hold her, to touch the smooth deep copper skin. Judging by her returning gaze, Meretneith was aware of his need.

Their return to the great room was greeted by a feast sitting in the center of an enormous low alabaster table. Inanna presented two huge white china trays filled with fruit, cheeses and aromatic breads on one and spiced meats on the other. Sinking into the cushions next to her, his senses were filled to bursting from the aromas of incense and her.

The chatter between them was warm and friendly. Meretneith talked about her son’s newest hobby, the London club. Saul talked about his father, mother, Jesse and the firm while carefully avoiding any conversation about Sarah. He ate his fill and welcomed a tumbler of single malt scotch offered by Inanna.

“Saul this is Inanna. She takes care of me, when I allow it.” Meretneith was suddenly aware that for the first time in a long time she felt alive. The need to touch him was almost overwhelming.

Slowly he sipped his glass then looking up with a broad smile.

“How did you know this is my favorite?”

Meretneith rose from the cushions indicating that he should follow her to the balcony. The force of the rapidly approaching rainstorm was keeping pace with Saul’s rapidly beating heart. The cooling air beckoned from the open balcony doors. Then there was her voice,

“I know a lot about you Saul.”

Saul paused to speak to Inanna, “The dinner was superb, my sincere thanks.” Inanna smiled and bowed in appreciation. Before leaving, she spoke in a low mellow tone,

“Saul I am very happy to meet you. I’m sure we’ll see each other again soon. Good night….”

Saul looked into Meretneith’s eyes as she extended her hand to him. The touch of her skin shook him to the core. Standing close to her on the balcony Saul pulled her closer. He dared to press his lips to her ear to murmur, “I need to touch you.”

She wound an arm around his waist tightening its grip. The pain of it surprised and stimulated him. He felt the need between his thighs grow and felt powerless to control it.

“You are the most incredible woman I have ever done business with.” It was more than the well-formed features of her face or the way her eyes stared into his.

Meretneith was aware of his arousal. The aroma of it was heavy. Moisture was gathering in droplets between her thighs as she pressed closer. “You needed to talk more about the proposal tonight?” he asked simply trying to keep his emotions in check.

“Yes. Actually I wanted to talk to you about introducing your plans for the first phase to our London board and my brother.”

She watched Saul’s expressions carefully, gauging his reactions.

Shifting his position a little, a smile parted his full lips. Meretneith watched with pleasure as his dimples deepen. His scent affirmed a feeling of ease. They were beginning to like each other more. She pushed the subject further,

“I am flying to London tonight and I would like you to join me. Please forgive the rush, but I have no choice. Many generations ago, your family made a promise to my tribe to help in our plans when the moment came. We have protected your family for many years for this moment. This is the stage in our plan when we need your help. There is not enough time tonight for me to explain all. My brother Ptah can explain far better. He and my children are waiting for us in London. Tomorrow morning at eight, we meet with his board members.”

“Then what my parents have told me about your family and mine is true?”

She could tell Saul was struggling to make some sense of her and the emotions rising between them.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what you mean. I don’t know what they’ve told you.” Meretneith felt the need in him to gain control. His voice came soft.

“Only that your family saved ours in Europe before the war, that we’ve owed some damn debt for generations. Is this what all this is about, that I may be called upon to honor and repay that debt? Was this entire board meeting and open invitations stuff just a ruse to get me here?”

His voice was deep and smooth, but Meretneith could feel and hear the excitement just beneath the calm exterior. He’d been bred well and she was responding to it.

“Yes and no Saul. Board members come from many facets of our businesses. My family chose you for this a very long time ago. We didn’t have to convince our boards to accept your proposals. Don’t sell yourself short Saul. You are an impressive man. We knew that you would be the most likely candidate. Your father and his father unknowingly helped pave the path for you.”

Meretneith lowered her voice,

“There is more to it than the project. The coming days will give us time for the telling of our histories. You were bred for this moment. The need to formulate this plan began many generations ago. In each generation, the Ben Izraels have been reminded not of a debt owed, but the leadership required when the moment came for the plan to be put into action. The legacy is your abilities and the accumulated knowledge that has come down to you from thousands of years.”

She melted into him arms, pressing him close.

“Listen to those feelings between us. There is a need for you inside me in this moment that has nothing to do with the plan. I came to this city to see what and who you are. This is one of my son’s homes. I spend most of my time in the deserts near my family home. I do not have the love of the cities like my family. My brother and son have kept track of your life, insuring that from birth your needs were met. I am far too busy in my roles. As leader of my tribe, the tasks are global. Today I came here for you and the beauty that I see fills me with desire. I have never felt this kind of need before.”

Inwardly struggling, he pulled away. He returned quickly to the great room with Meretneith at his heels. He turned on her.

“Look… I’m falling in love with you and that alone makes no sense to me. I want you in my bed with a need that I’ve never experienced before. The story that you tell leaves me with many unanswered questions. Your narrative sounds crazy but I’m in this thing. I have vested too much work to bail out now. I will come to London with you. Don’t play this like a fool and lie to me. I’ll pull out leaving you to do with me what you will. When we settle our business in London do me a favour and tell me the whole fuckin’ story about you and our families.”

His voice was calm and reassuring not threatening.

She approached him with the summer storm. It sent a strong wind whirling through the rooms, ruffling his shirt and hair. Candles flickered as thunder and lightning played over darkened Chicago skies. The veil thin caftan was tormented by the sudden breeze; her erect nipples became dangerously apparent. Saul held his arms out to her. She welcomed the embrace while allowing his lips on hers. His breath was hot and strong hands searched her body seeking more. Meretneith touched gently the growing need between his thighs before pulling away and murmuring…

“We leave soon. There will be time later to explore our pleasures. I promise. And, I promise to tell you all.”

Then starting for the bedroom,

“Aisha has asked your assistant Sarah to pack a few personal things and has notified your father and Jesse. Jesse and Sarah have been invited as well. Whatever additional clothing you may need my brother will supply.”

Saul watched her disappear as he sank to the sofa. He wanted to respond. He wanted to call Jesse to verify the arrangements, but he knew that was useless. His only desire in the moment was to be alone to think, to allow all that had happened in the last few hours to sink in. To prepare for what lay ahead. His solitude didn’t last very long. Meretneith suddenly reappeared in black trousers and t-shirt, just in time to see the elevator doors slide open. A tall big red haired male dressed in casual black strode into the great room then proceeded to the bedroom,

“Saul this is Guy…my driver. He has arranged for your car to be delivered to your home.”

Saul tossed Guy his keys before the driver disappeared then reappeared with luggage and then continued to pack the elevator. They were in her dark blue Lincoln headed down the Kennedy to O’Hare before Saul began to relax.

Ptah’s story from the Books of Protectress

They shared a wine from Ptah’s vineyards. The stillness around him was stunning. Joining a waiting Ptah, Saul drew close to his love anticipating the cold of the approaching night. Ptah pulled a heavy fur over them. Snuggling closer his lips brushed Saul’s cheek causing a warm smile. Ptah whispered,

“I promised more telling of your tribe and family.” Ptah continued,

“We crossed Chanani territories to the northern borders of upper Kemet in our journey to Akkad. This was my first visit outside of the Chanani territories and I longed to know what treasures that awaited me. As part of her education, the future Protectress Meretneith was required to accompany our mother in her travels. Together they travelled often to these regions. My duties as her future consort required me to learn at our father’s side. I’d met Egyptians traders from Upper and Lower Kemet, but never travelled to their cities. I had dreamt of this moment.

“We came to the city during the rule of Seti I. Let me say that your romanticized ideas of the Egyptians are highly over rated. As we neared the city, our senses were assailed by the stench of the masses living outside the gates. In those days, the poor did not live in the cities. The wealthy prohibited mixing with the sick, old and the poverty that streamed to them from other regions. They set up permanent camps outside the gates in numbers too numerous to count. The smells of cow dung, camel, horse and human waste clung to the dusty air. This assailed my senses, almost obscuring my first visual impressions of the colourfully painted high walls that protected the Pharaoh’s city within. The great villages outside the gates endured constant assaults from thieves, animals and the desert.

“Guarded by palace warriors during daylight, the gates were opened to the world. However, living outside the gates as far as the eye could see was a city of vendors from other parts of Kemet and Sumer. Some neighbouring tribes I had never seen bartered their goods and their services. For here, as in all times the bodies of young girls and boys could be purchased for a moment of pleasure. Everywhere in the busy town center, my eyes met men and women with bodies draped in the richness of bright coloured robes trimmed in gold and silver. Occasionally exquisite Nubian male and female offspring beauties, would stride past us to disappear behind the gates guarding Pharaoh’s city. Tall as we, their striking forms were sparsely adorned in brilliant jewels and fine silks. Their slaves were either nude or wore what looked like loin clothes. It was nothing more than narrow pieces of colourful cloth wrapped between their legs. Naked children led their beasts of burdens along crowded narrow streets.

“Sand filled air carried tiny particles of smoke ash from outdoor ovens. Dwellings, though some had incredibly intricate designs painted on their walls, were built too close together. Most were two storied with tiny outdoor rooftop gardens. Women and children squatted in doorways, some pounding leather others preparing strips of meat on reed mats for drying, still others sifted dried barley for beer. A little one caught my attention. Barely missing the hooves of my horse, he looked fearless and merely stared back at me enraptured. His beautiful cupid lips formed a smile when I reach down to touch him. He was covered in white dust that had begun to crease in the baby fat folds of his neck. Reminding me of the little ones we left behind, I loved him all at once. My mother drew near to me touching my face. Reluctantly I released my gaze on the boy and dismounting walked slowly on with my family.

“These overcrowded communities so near the gates of the city carried diseases. Sometimes great illnesses came hitching rides with visitors from far places. A few of the people that we passed recognized my mother and bowed deeply. I noticed the stares of fear or awe in their eyes of those we passed. As the crowds grew denser, children scurried everywhere. Afraid that our horses would crush one under foot our parents and Meretneith dismounted and joined me. We wound our way through dust laden crowded streets for the word went out quickly that gods had come. People crowded the streets and alleyways or peered from rooftops. Arriving nearer to the city gates and homes of Seti I, the smells and aromas began to change. The crowds began to thin in number and we could smell members of our tribes as well as Hyksos. Moving closer to our mother, I asked her,

“‘Mother how is it that we can smell Hyksos as well as our tribe here. Surely they are not living in this city together?’

“‘Yes they are Ptah. But many of the scents you’re experiencing are of their offspring.’ Pulling me closer she whispered.

“‘Ptah, look around you at how these people live. These humans live far better than those we passed outside the gates. Those that dwell here are offspring of the Hyksos and our tribe. They are unaware for the most part of the ongoing war that separates our kind. They live better because they have been taught some of the principles of the Ma’at. In generations to come many will live completely within the laws of the Ma’at. They will move on to other cities taking their wisdom with them. Those offspring of our tribe will never be under the control of the Old Ones’ because they share our bloodline.’

The Coming of Seth from the Books of Protectress

He moved through the desert night with ease. The giant knew every footfall. The warrior’s nude body flowed with the shifting ergs allowing them to guide his steps. This was his home, where is felt his energies the most. His form moved in tandem with the invisible axial rotations of the universe. The tone of it pulled the strings of his soul like the ancient strings of a sitar. With each day, the force in him grew in new ways. Seth understood the fear his family felt about his powers. It was the energy of the planet strengthening his powers in every moment.

From the Books of the Protectress

Word came early on a winter season’s night that Syrus was on the move. He took the lives of three Teachers and their tribes near the Al Jufrah. Merneptah came for his mother in the dead of night to ride out on horseback to meet with tribal fighters. They found Athtar’s chopper well hidden within a rocky crag. Merneptah took the controls. They were only out an hour before the trail of bodies began. Meretneith grabbed her son’s arm. “Merneptah…land here.”

They walked the desert and the Savannahs. There was no scent of the Hyksos, but the trail of bodies led them to a mass grave. Impaled on ten foot tall stakes were the small bodies of children and offspring of the Teachers. Some tiny forms hung at angles from poles pounded into bedrock. The severed heads of mothers, their faces contorted in horror, sat at the base of the pole. As if thrown in play, their headless bodies lay across the killing field. Meretneith and her son knew that the slaughterers were Hyksos offspring. No Old One would so breach the Law.

The rising sun found the Protectress sitting in the sand, her son began to cover most of the dead. They took the small bodies of the children from poles to assemble them in a mass grave. Meretneith recognized many of the faces from the Council meeting in Dubai. Syrus targeted members of the tribal Council. He was careful not to disfigure facial features so that the Protectress would recognize the dead.

Impatient desert animals began picking at the carnage. Merneptah and Meretneith watched at first but could do little. It was the desert. Life demanded its premium to live here. Mother and son waited for nightfall before climbing the nearby mountains. They contemplated quick retribution. Use of modern weaponry would only disturb the Ma’at. What modern weapon could be greater than the passions that drive the blade? Mother and son knew where they needed to go for answers. She wanted to know the location of her enemies’ camp.

Syrus had grown accustomed to her hunting habits. Their fight would be different this time. She now owned the energies of three powerful males fighting at her side. This day the most powerful one of them hunted with her, the one they called the monster. She and Merneptah left the sands for the dense arboreal jungles on the borders of southern India. Syrus kept his core fighters there. Their habit was always to train and hide amongst trees and mountains. She and Merneptah would have to move fast.