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Friday, October 17, 2014

Meretneith

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.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

The Ceremony

The big male and current head of the tribal Council was at the airport for the arrival of Saul and Jesse. Saul learned recently from Ptah that a ceremony as old as the tribe was being planned. The tribe would assemble from all over the world to witness the traditional passing of the title to the new consort and tribal leader, Ptah and Meretneith’s son Merneptah. It was a ceremony not witness in over 50,000 years. Saul looked forward to being a part of it and had a million questions. However, Athtar was filled with questions about Meretneith and the homecoming to Faiyum. He’d been part of the rescue and needed to know that his only love was happy and safe. When he and Arsay were satisfied with Saul’s rendition of events at home Athtar seem to relax. Saul knew how much this male loved his Protectress. This love began over four thousand years ago. Twin giants gazed at each other gauging the other’s thoughts.

Admiring Athtar Saul remembered Arsay telling him that her brother was image of their father Ba’al. The mass of gold-laced chestnut waist length hair was bound by a jeweled ring. Athtar was as big as Ptah. In spite of the immense musculature, there was an angelic quality to his face. Athtar’s eyes of deep brown were fringed in long sweeping lashes. The mouth often took center stage – so expressive in pink, almost cherubic. He wore simple gray leather pants and shirt that conformed to the body beautifully. Both men were oblivious of Jesse sitting quietly watching. Saul broke the silence,

“I’ve never asked you what our relationship is. Since I am offspring of your father Ba’al what does that make me to you?”

“Simple Saul…. You are my brother. That coupling happened within my lifetime. Meretneith and Ptah knew nothing of your grandmother. She was offspring also. A great deal of me runs through your veins. That’s a good thing considering how much my sister longs to pleasure you.”

Looking into Jesse’s face Athtar paused before speaking.

“Does this line of talk make you uncomfortable young one?”

Jesse stared back at him embarrassed suddenly…coloring. His answer came almost in a whisper.

“No not embarrassed only stunned. Saul speaks little to me of his recent affairs and relationship with his new family.”

Jesse looked at Saul to check his expression before he continued,

“This is he and Aisha’s worlds not mine. I’ve loved him all my life. I’ve only recently come to know and love my wife; therefore anything that affects them affects me also. So all that said…yes I’m stunned. No I’m not embarrassed. Saul taught me long ago to keep quiet and listen.”

“Very well spoken.”

Athtar smiled as he gazed into Jesse’s face.

“And coming from one so young and beautiful Saul has taught you well, but I think what remains between Saul and I to talk about should be kept between us.”

Athtar turned to Saul.

“We’ll speak of my father and your grandmother in our private moments. I’ll make sure to put some time aside for us before you fly back to Faiyum. You can share with Jesse what the two of you are comfortable with. My sister and I have looked forward to moments alone with you for a very long time. For now let’s talk about today’s business and what brings Jesse to us. You know of our difficulty in getting the new currency to hold its value in the common markets. Tell me Jesse what are your ideas on achieving this?”

The conversation dwelled on business matters for the rest of the journey to Athtar’s palace. As Saul knew, Jesse had all the answers to Athtar’s questions. Saul was still amazed and proud of him. Yet there was a warning bell going off in his head for Aisha. Jesse was too consumed with his new role as international monetary consultant. He hoped that their business demands didn’t rob him of time with his new wife and their son. He watched quietly and listened, making a mental note to break his promise to Meretneith and speak to Jesse about this. Merneptah’s love for Aisha would be as strong as Ptah’s love was for him. Saul knew firsthand how consuming that fire could be. Saul knew from his dreaming that Merneptah’s love of Aisha was strong and to Merneptah empowering. Never in his long life had he loved a female in this way. Saul thought sadly of the young man Jesse Isaacsons whom he loved as his own. He would never be able to compete with Merneptah. Saul hoped that Aisha would be able to control the big male’s need of her. Jesse heard Saul’s gentle deep voice.

“Call Aisha tonight before you go to bed. She hasn’t gotten use to you being alone without her on these trips.”

Jesse smiled at Saul, touched by the concern the big guy felt for his welfare,

“I miss her already. It’s a good thing I found a woman who shares my love of the business. The next few years will be busy ones.”

“Yes young one, but one’s family and friends should never be neglected”

Athtar beamed a smile at Saul just before leaving the car. They arrived at his palace and Saul had forgotten how imposing the council head’s home could be. The last time he was in the Dubai palace was to meet the council and Teachers.

Ptah’s palace was luxurious in its simplicity. His lovers enjoyed being surrounded by things that served a function. Athtar’s palace was not as large as Faiyum but over the top extravagant. Its rich detailing to the exterior walls in white marble was stunning at sunset. Deep red stone detail the entranceways. The gulf shores could be heard breaking against the palace walls in the rear. Staff was there immediately to greet the guests.

Ushered immediately to their rooms Saul went to the bath where his water was drawn, he asked to be left to bathe alone. Sinking down into the warm fragrant waters, he giggled to himself. A small thing like bathing his own body had come to be special to him. He was rarely left alone in Faiyum and often had to demand his privacy. He lounged in the bath for almost an hour before reluctantly leaving it. Tying the strings of his linen loungers he strolled slowly back to his bedchamber. He was surprised when he arrived to see Arsay reclining across his bed wearing only a pareo of white linen and a smile.

“You take long baths.”

“And you are too beautiful to be in a man’s room who has not known the comfort of a female in six months.”

“I knew Meretneith would choose to pleasure her brother Ptah first.”

Arsay laughed aloud revealing her white teeth making her big blue eyes sparkle. The slow low voice continued to taunt Saul.

“Saul you have too much the look of control about you. Ptah always seems so in need of love from all of you. It’s natural, I guessed that she should want to please him first. Do you feel left out?”

Arriving at the bed Saul stood for a time looking down at her feeling a need to touch her. During their raid of Maha’s palace to free Meretneith, he didn’t have time to note what had changed in her appearance. Nothing really except her hair was a little longer. The soft brown curls were at her shoulders, with one wave falling over her blues eyes. She wore little make up except for lip-gloss making her broad full lips even more appealing. She was smiling an invitation.

“Why do you wish to tempt me so female? What have I done to deserve your attentions?”

“Your beauty and strength Saul ben Izrael and you’re my brother – so the scent of you maddens me. Athtar has asked me tell you about your grandfather Ba’al. I’m not sure in the telling beloved that you will be happier. You still hold to your old nonsense. I have little patience for these things. It only means that I can’t pleasure you in ways that would bring us both comforts. Especially when I can see and smell your arousal for me. You are truly an innocent Saul. Come to me and at least allow me the joy of tasting your lips and the warmth of you. I am after all my father’s daughter.”

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Did you hear the one About the Prizefighter and the Writer?

boxing_ring1 Like a gym for young boxers, wordsmith legions are rapidly swelling. Technology has enabled an unending flow of words. Website content has become a seductive tool in the arsenals of  ecommerce marketers. Good creative writers have found a home where words proclaiming “Buy Me” recreate storefront signs describing goods and services. The best part is that this translates into new important sources of revenue streams. This funds source will constantly evolve, as markets morph. The competition is strong, acquiring new work tough. Yet good writers are getting reps. Skills are in demand and this job outlook will change for the constant wordsmith.

Authors and journalists are no longer confined within sovereign borders in their fight for market share. Borders have dissolved. Good writing will rise like cream and those wordsmiths willing and able to produce content will reward clients with customers streaming to their www dot doors. Self-advancement becomes a necessary evil. It is a needful thing in order for the globe to see and understand what a writer has to offer.

Big global players are growing wealth offering an eager client database looking for virtual writers for a fee. The vetting process for writers or freelance company is still in its infancy. In light of the potential profits, scams are plentiful on both sides.

Discarding the yoke of staffing overhead enables greater numbers of small businesses to thrive. This all makes for a rich environment designed for champion writers.

The multiplying numbers of scribers require a freelancer to be resourceful in finding ways to stand out from the others. As in prize fighting, honing a skill is liken to religion. Focused marketing money and a love of the game of getting battered everyday is necessary. The payouts at the end of each match are rewarding. The titleholder garners his/her own fan base of loyal followers. Being noticed as a righteous champion in content provisioning attracts buyers. Writing for the web is big business.

Like a campaigner with no wins under his belt, good writers are becoming their own promoters. They know when and how to hit the mats.woman-boxing-gym

Online writers and publishers are becoming their own publicist. Technology is offering many new options and tools to design ways in which stardom can happen. Adult readership of eBooks and magazines has become a billion dollar industry. As global audiences change, hunger will grow to take a bite out of those constant streams of content making. Writers will increasingly be called upon to create carefully crafted words to express what the hawkers have to sell.

“Carefully crafted composition and rousing content must be a process of evolution for the writer and the reader.” - Bobann

Your Evolution as an Occidental Freelancer

Working as a freelancer encompasses many highs, one of them (if predisposed to solitary employment) is having the ability of working alone. Another is the pleasure of being of service and a contributor to many different creative people and types of businesses. Yet it can be very lonely as well.

Freelancer as a title infers long hours of laboring at your own pace while engaging in many responsibilities. It is hard to avoid long hours that turn into long days absorbed with the completion of projects with stern time and scope parameters. Often ideas will arise for services that you may not offer. Perhaps you lack a particular skill or simply not have the time. This is the opportune moment to think of working with others.

Collaboration or "the act of working together with one or more people in order to achieve the same goal", is worthy of consideration. Just as your talents are highly specialized, so are others. All service providers have a common goal, to achieve excellence for their clients. To that end, working with others is a worthwhile undertaking.

It starts by understanding what your talents are. Network with others in your circle and discover how their gifts stack up in relation to yours. Absolute compliance to agreements is understood before assuming shared work. The results can be a highly customized product or service.

Toiling as a single force can be a boon to your bottom line and your clients' commerce. Whether it is a commitment to an ongoing big project or the polishing up of small ones, conjoined administrative responsibilities with clearly devised and equitable payouts can equal total success. You are becoming a viable corporate entity in an uncompromising business world.

Competition is another good reason why freelancers should work in partnership. As a group, you are forming a powerful talent pool. Your group of specialized freelancers is mimicking a larger formal corporation. That under ordinary circumstances could mean a costlier contract for the client. As a group, you comprise a broader less expensive skill base.

Build a network of associates. Use a scalable and customizable web-based network like Google+ or LinkedIn. Grow your network by participating in online chats in order to share project news and collaborations. This is also a perfect place to leave professional feedback for each other.

Great reviews from peers on a job well done can be priceless. In addition, it can be a place to acquire impromptu needful backup for backlogged work and to free up needed time for fellow members.

Remember to keep in mind some common sense approaches when networking with other freelancers. Think to collaborate with contractors that you trust. Who would play well within the group culture? Having skills in common is a plus, but coming together with other freelancers entails joined responsibilities as well. You must be prepared to step in and do your part or fill in when needed. Your special network of SMEs is a growing business – treat it as such. The evolution in becoming a strong alliance of specialized occidental freelancers can be very rewarding

Friday, September 26, 2014

Your Creation of a Motivated Agile Organization

Preserving a traditional attitude in how any commerce system continues to run smooth and efficient is often the fastest avenue to the decline of any business. Wisdom fails when a company's leadership forsakes allocating time in exploring new and better ways to employ their assets, therefore growing richer. The sin in this is getting so comfortable in the process that we neglect to conceive scenarios where day-to-day difficulties are occurring within the economic fabric of the company or the market it serves. This structural process can fail a firm's future. Successful or not a company should never get too content in their practices. Market requirements change. This requires research.

The demographics that affect your customer base will change. It is a given that groups of consumers get older, have new requirements, new technologies. These evolutions change how you run your business, altering how your clients consume. Conversely, because we live in a global society of wealth building product and service consumption, other businesses will duplicate your success. Depending on your product or service, a business can face a movement of patrons to new offshore businesses. Although the nature of some services may not be "offshore-able", staying abreast of needful changes is wise. It is important to imagine and embrace the predictabilities of transformation, which is constant. Project Managers can forecast, but the net has to be cast wide using imagination.

Project Managers are trained to anticipate change and use the age-old tool of projecting. However, natural calamities are unpredictable and fluctuations in global trade unforeseen. In order to keep satisfying the commitments to clients, your business often depends on the health of other businesses or local economies. Interruptions in deliveries or price fluctuations of raw goods can mean a disruption in business productivity. Depending on the severity of the disturbance, this is a period where a firm is tested most. It is important to develop stress tests during times of plenty. Forming development teams to stress test while your firm is healthy is not unreasonable. This is especially true for large and mid-size firms.

When a business group is large enough to form pockets or divisions with the sole purpose of successfully completing a single task, the fear of becoming redundant is pervasive. The fear of job loss is real. Whole groups within your firm consumed with the objective of project completion lacks objectivity. When a firm's work groups behave autonomously, the ability to be agile or to initiate quick procedural changes diminishes. The lack of imagination to moderate or alter a prescribed procedure is common. Rather their focus is goal oriented and regulated. A responsive team trained in the implementation of well-planned responses to unforeseen crises or changes in markets is what your business requires. This type of crew has little need for constant regulation.

They possess the nimbleness to adjust to the changes in the markets that your firm depends on to remain healthy. This goes a long way in maintaining your market currency; therefore increasing your business success. Business processes must be organic in order to continue to be wealth generating.

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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Meretneith–Ptah’s story

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.’

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