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Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Meretneith and Merneptah

“She and Ba’al approached the chamber center slowly. It was exciting to see Asherah and Satis so close to personal combat. Ba’al was naked except for his blade and loincloth, his body shinning in its magnificence. His hair was like kisses of sunlight. His loincloth of indigo hid little the pleasures he could offer. I wanted him for myself, but I was not the one his eyes shone on. From the corner of my eye, I saw my father and brother arrive hurriedly. Akan went immediately to my mother’s side, still wearing the dust from his journey. I could tell my mother didn’t like this; by the brief look they exchanged as he stood at her side. Syrus and my younger brother Jahan scurried to our chambers to prepare for the dance.

“The two gods strode to the center of the great open chamber. With sky as its roof, Re sent his rays to crown each in an aura of light. Ba’al’s eyes locked on to my mother, Satis. She stood before them returning at first Ba’al’s stare. Then she and Asherah locked gazes and their lips formed in beautiful smiles.

“Satis wore fine linen dyed in the colors of the desert tribes of the Nile River. Colors of red with gold graced her body. Soft winds blew through the colossal throne room lifting the fine fabric revealing her body in its magnificence. The war leader of the Oldest of the Old stood close enough to her visitors that when the wind lifted her scented hair it mingled with that of Ba’al and Asherah’s. My father seemed suddenly impotent to me in that moment. Yet Akan’s powers were apparent in the massive body with gold hair like my own to his waist. He still carried his blade at his side.

“He starred at Asherah with a mixture of male arousal and anger. Your mother drew close to him and then placed a hand to his massive chest. The rise and fall of it indicated his deep breathing and uncontrolled arousal in anticipation of what was to come next. Leaning close to his lips, she drew the breath from him. Those near them felt the quickening of Akan’s arousal and the scent of the quickening cock. The lust was apparent in his face but so was the hate. I stared in disbelief at the boldness of your mother. Asherah openly challenged my mother by demonstrating her will over Satis’s consort. I knew that mingled with the hate my mother also felt deep admiration. She stared into in the face of supreme boldness.

“The Teacher Ba’al stood at Asherah’s side but never took his eyes from my mother. Surrounded by our warriors Asherah and Ba’al felt no fear, there was no need in them to alter the calm. They appeared at our court that day as the gods they were.

“Asherah was more beautiful than our Teachers described. With fighting sword at her hips, Asherah’s legs were draped in the indigo fabric matching Ba’al’s loincloth. Her auburn hair hung in big curls to her waist, her exquisite face much like yours, held large honey brown eyes. Asherah’s body was smooth and powerful. I can still remember my father inhaling deeply the scent of her as she strolled into the open air chamber.” – Maha

Thursday, September 4, 2014

The Coming of Seth - the sagas of the Protectress Meretneith continues

His presence did not alarm her, the scent was tribe, but it surprised her. What male would dare enter her tent alone? This youth was in heat. He had no female for his pleasuring. Then a cold realization took her. This was a caregiver. Meretneith quickly flipped over to view his face.

Busy preparing her bath in a great brass tub his back was to her. Bare from the waist his shoulders and back was enormous, his skin the rich deep coffee of his tribe. The tendrils of glossy black long hair cut blunt to the shoulder blades. He spoke over his shoulder,

“Arsay granted my request to be your new caregiver Meretneith.”

He turned to rise to his full height. Meretneith was impressed. This male was stunning in every way. The long prominent nose was offset by huge almond shaped eyes that dominated his face. The full lips were parted in a smile. Deeply arched brows gathered at the center of his forehead. Meretneith guessed that he was no older than a few hundred years. As an offspring, he had just entered manhood. With most of his youth spent in training and education; this one was cloistered and had foregone marriage or sexual commitment. He was part of Arsay’s select group of male warrior caregivers. Meretneith had met but a few. There were stories of his kind. Nevertheless, Meretneith felt her anger brewing. Arsay gave her no warning of assigning a caregiver warrior. Yet this was Arsay’s way. She knew Meretneith would refuse her request. Meretneith had been too long without a caregiver and the tribal council would have voiced objections long ago. However why should she be given a male?

His deep smooth voice spoke again; this time in ancient speech. It startled Meretneith that the words came with no effort, smooth, true in form, and content.

“Meretneith, do I not please you?”

“You please my eyes beautiful one, not my mind. Why was I not told of your coming? How did you know I would find this tribe and what is your name?”

Meretneith walked closer to him fully prepared to inflict pain.

“My name is Hadid ben Abijah. Arsay told me yesterday you were heading for the caves. She had the Council and her brother’s permission to assign me. You were not told because Arsay said you would refuse me.”

“You are of the house of Abijah? You are Khalid’s brother?”

“Yes goddess.”

“Arsay is right I would have refused you. I still refuse you, Council consent or no. Leave me young one before I hurt you.”

Meretneith turned from Hadid looking for a wrap. He approached her from behind, gently wrapping her in soft linen. The scent of him was maddening. Meretneith was not surprise to feel the familiar moisture gathering in her nether, the pain gnawing and wetting. She knew he would detect the scent of her arousal. That angered her more.

“Please leave me young one. I have no time for you. Do not force me to throw you from the tent.”

“I will. First let me bathe you.”

His voice had the unmistakable allure of the males of his tribe. They were all males born to the fight. Arsay cultivated this family for over 4,000 years. She and Pidray trained them from birth. The smooth muscled form lifted the scented water filled tub. The aroma of him and the soothing oiled water was intoxicating.

Turning on him suddenly with the speed of a heartbeat the goddess grabbed his arm. He did not resist. Meretneith was suddenly aware of being gently carried across the tent. She was stunned. This was a powerful male, fruit of more than one offspring tree. His powerful movements were swift and easy. Taking the wrap from her body, gently he lowered her into the bath then turned to leave. Meretneith felt her anger grow.

“Young One look at me! Who are you that you handle your Protectress this way?”

“Protectress, you have been the source of my life. Since a babe, I’ve wanted nothing else but to be your caregiver. When word came of how old Inanna was, we knew it was a matter of time before she would go to the light leaving you alone. When Arsay came to my mother asking for me, my mother told her that I was for you alone. I would train to be warrior but caregiver to no one but Meretneith. Can you understand what I am saying?”

He approached Meretneith slowly looking into her eyes.

“I was given to Arsay with the promise that I would be a caregiver to no other. I know you have never had a male caregiver and companion. All know of your love for Ptah. There was no other for you except the god Ptah, until the Chosen One. I can be your pleasure no one else’s until you part for the light. Do you know what this means to me?”

Meretneith was stunned. Hearing his words was difficult. “This means that you have abstained from pleasuring. All of your energies have driven your training in anticipation of becoming my caregiver. How could one like you do such a thing?”

“How can I not? I was born to this. I’ve not wanted anything else, except your love.”

Meretneith whispered, unsure of what to say to this male, “Young One love and pleasuring is not something I give freely. Those who have demanded it of me have not lived long or have endured great pain.”

“I know this. Athtar has shared tails of your punishment of males who have thoughtlessly tried to force your emotions. Pain delivered by your hands doesn’t matter to me. If you prefer I’ll return to Arsay and become one of her warriors.”

Meretneith stared at the male for a time. He was stunning to the senses. His manner wore the unmistakable stamp of Ba’al, which meant he was brother to Saul. The scent of him was magical; Meretneith could feel her body responding to him. She sank into the warm bath inhaling deeply the aroma of spices and herbs. Her senses were being soothed.

“Re…bathe me young one. I’ll make my decision tomorrow.”

Quickly he crossed the tent to kneel beside the tub. His hands were as smooth as silk. As the female of his kind, he did not join Meretneith in the bath; rather he kept his position at tub side. He used his great gentle hands to cleanse her body. The feel of his touch on her skin was magnificent. His hands massaged slowly and deeply her tired muscles. They smoothed the silken oily soap over her skin. She moaned aloud when his fingers found their way to her pleasuring places. His strokes were gentle and urgent. Gently parting her thighs, he massaged the oils deep. Her breathe came in gasps. Meretneith succumbed to the force of it allowing her body to become limp in a smooth release. Sighing she was lifted from the bath and rubbed dry. His voice spoke in a whisper.


Meretneith lifted her lips for him. He inhaled the breath of her and shuddered.

Not until she lay in bed wrapped in soft linen did she speak again.

“Young One we go to the caves tomorrow. I promise you nothing until you prove to me that you are worthy to walk at my side. No one will ever replace my Inanna. I have never endured a male caregiver. My solitary road is a hard one. I don’t expect to return from this next fight. Tomorrow the training will be difficult.”

Hadid started to leave the tent then hesitated.


Meretneith allowed her anger to show. “Young One! Do not call me goddess. I tolerate such foolishness from the tribes because it brings then comfort. If you wish to become my caregiver, please call me Meretneith. I need your trust and respect not your adoration. Adulation does not win battles nor does it make me happy. Hasn’t Arsay explained this to you?”

For the first time in their meeting, Meretneith felt his uneasiness, a slight increase in his heartbeat. This angered her more.

“What in hell is wrong with you?”

Hadid approached Meretneith again speaking as he came, “Your anger tells me that you are heart weary as well. You are afraid for your son, Merneptah. I’m also afraid that you will not allow me to become your caregiver. Please understand me when I say that being with you is as close as I will come to heaven on Earth.”

She lay stunned looking into his great eyes. His strong jawbone clinched in the anger, she knew was there. He was unaccustomed to being talked to in this way.

“Hadid, sleep at my side tonight, guard me so that I may truly rest. We’ll train and talk tomorrow. You know my ways.”

“Yes Meretneith. Gideon will be ready before Re awakens. Would you do one thing?”

“Yes Hadid.”

“Arsay tells me that you lived among my human kind in Sumeria. One day will you tell me some of what you know of them?”

“Of course,”

Within a matter of moments, Meretneith was asleep. She was awakened by her name spoken softly. Hadid was standing over her offering desert clothes. They were fine and warmed her skin against the early morning chill. He held out a steel tumbler filled with her chilled morning drink. Meretneith had to admit to herself that she had missed a caregiver. One of this obvious beauty and skill was rare. She thought perhaps Arsay was right, but she reserved the final decision until the caves.

They entered the predawn darkness together. His horse approached immediately followed by Gideon and Sadik. Meretneith was impressed again. It was rare that Gideon allowed any beast to approach Meretneith. He galloped slowly straight for her. She stooped to nuzzle the great dog Sadik before swinging onto Gideon’s back; they started out of the encampment at a full gallop . After they reached some distance, she started a full run across a savannah. Gideon took to the stretch before the caves with joy. She allowed him to run full out. Sadik was far ahead. Hadid and his stallion easily kept the pace.

By the time they reached the cave mouth, the sun was shining. Meretneith thought of her family. They were probably at Ptah’s palace by now. She missed her daughters. Dismounting at a run followed closely by Hadid, Meretneith entered the familiar coolness of the caves. As they walked, she explained to Hadid the ancient illustrations painted and carved in relief along the walls. One hour later, they entered the first of the great caves. She allowed Gideon and Sadik to run ahead of her, Hadid’s stallion following close behind. Stripping immediately Meretneith donned her kilt. Grabbing twin-training blades, she threw one to Hadid.

His movements were lightning fast. The blade seemed to appear in his hand. His response to her was swift and confident. The blows she delivered were unmistakably brutal. He took them without a word, delivering his own parries. Meretneith was impressed. There were few males able to withstand her speed and cruel blows. She knocked him to the ground twice; yet he found his legs again standing firm. In some instances, his movements surprised her. He was more than a match for some of her tribesmen and stronger than any offspring she had ever fought save for Saul. This Young One had been trained well. She saw the unmistakable stances of Arsay and Pidray. Hadid was extraordinary. Their fight lasted four full hours. He did not tire or slow. The dark skin glistened with sweat, muscles became distended with use. His black hair plastered to his shoulders and chest was like oil slick on his body. Suddenly Meretneith dropped the blade. Stripping the sweat-laden kilt from her body, she ran for the deep pool fed by an underground spring. Floating on her back, she beckoned Hadid.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

The Coming of Seth - the saga of Meretneith continues in fall 2014

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. She had gathered additional forces 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 filled the air blending with sand dust. Soulless bodies were 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 breach in faith of Rachel could only be brought to balance and resolution between her and her mother Anat. The imbalance of 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.

He awoke in his bedroom. Everything that passed in the desert came back in crystal clarity, remembering Ba’al’s words Seth pronounce a thank you in his grandmother’s ancient speak. He wondered how long he slept and could hear the gathering in the great room. Above it all, came the deep-throated laughter of Asherah. Pulling the covers over his head, he smiled. At first resisting the almost overpowering need to run to his family he lay listening feeling profound gratitude. Then he heard his father’s music come sweet and soft to his ears. Grabbing his loungers from a chair, he raced through the halls than paused at the landing. The entire family was there. Scents of his favorite foods wafted from the kitchens. And all grew still. They looked up at him silent for a moment before his father’s deep rich roar filled the air.

“Come here boy!”

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Meretneith and Merneptah

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.

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