Book 9. The Exodus from the Kingdom of Ta-Kemet. Former Friends and True Enemies

By Olga Kryuchkova

Ancient Egypt. XIV century BC. Pharaoh Amenhotep III rules Egypt (Ta-Kemet). Fearing a conspiracy, he decides to move the capital of the kingdom from Memphis (Inebu-Hedj) to Avaris (Hut-Waret). He entrusts the construction of the royal palace in Avaris to his eldest son and heir Thutmose. The young prince finds the ruins of the legendary Behdet, in which the solar-like Ra once ruled. More precisely, he finds the ruins of the Basalt Palace, which was the Abode of the Gods in ancient times.
Thutmose comprehends ancient secrets with the help of the ‘The Book of Gateways’ and he sees the distant past. The priests proclaim him to be the living incarnation of Horus, the God of Light. Thutmose is at the pinnacle of glory. The priests give him the Golden Armor of Horus and the Ark of Might. This is the weapon of the divine Ra, with the help of which Osiris was avenged many centuries ago and the insidious Set was destroyed. The heir to the throne cannot even imagine how much these sacred artifacts can drastically change his life and influence the course of further events.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Olga Kryuchkova
• Release date: Aug 26, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215071649

Olga Kryuchkova

Olga Kryuchkova began her creative career in 2006. During this time, the author had more than 100 publications and reprints (historical novels, historical adventures, esotericism, art therapy, fantasy). A number of novels were co-written with Elena Kryuchkova.

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Book 9

The Exodus from the Kingdom of Ta-Kemet. Former Friends and True Enemies

Chapter 6

Intemi and Biridiya were reclining on the bed after passionate love games.

(An official named Biridiya (aka sarei-miksim) ruled over the Pitum lands, which were adjacent to the city of Per-Atum.)

How is our cunning plan coming along? the woman asked.

Biridiya chuckled.

The plan is in full swing. So far so good... Are you ready to help me?

Intemi was outraged.

Of course! You know how devoted I am to you! Didn't I follow you from Phoenicia to the realm of Ta-Kemet? Was it not I who advised you to settle in Per-Atum? Didn't I advise you to use the disgraced erpator to rise to the heights of power?

Biridiya hugged his wife tightly and kissed her on the lips.

I'm sorry… I didn't have to ask… I trust you completely.

Tell me what to do? Intemi was burning with curiosity.

We need to let the servants know that the new scribe is the former erpator Thutmose. And that he suffered from the wrath of Pharaoh because he intended to intercede for the tribe of Israel.

Intemi's eyes widened in surprise.

Are you serious? But why?

It's very simple: what the master's servants know will be known to all Pitum, and then to Per-Atum. And don’t forget to show your sincere sympathy, Biridiya explained.

All right, as you wish. If it helps our plan, then I'm ready.

It will definitely help. Moss will gain a reputation as a sufferer, and the pharaoh will gain even more hatred.

How smart you are, Biridiya! exclaimed Intemi, trying to flatter her husband's vanity. In fact, she had long guessed what he intended to do. But, like any smart woman and devoted wife, she decided to keep silent. Women should not give too much advice to their husbands, especially those who have at least some modicum of power.

***

Miriam, after much thought and doubt, nevertheless decided to talk to her brother. Late in the evening, when the men returned home, having served a heavy ‘Pharaoh's service’, and the cattle had already been driven into the stall, she went to Aaron's house.

Aaron's family had dinner by then. The sons, including the younger Ithamar, who was the same age as Ora, the son of Miriam and Hezron, were engaged in household chores. Elishev was milking the cows.

May happiness be in your house, Aaron! Miriam said as she entered the house.

The head of the Levi family looked up from the torn sandal that he was trying to mend and in a tired, almost sleepy voice answered:

Thank you, sister. You are always a welcome guest in my house. Come in, make yourself comfortable. Elishev will be free soon.

Miriam looked around: in Aaron's house everything remained the same, the same poverty.

How is Hezron's health? Nadav asked politely. He has a hard time with a sore lower back.

Yes, it’s very difficult. It’s good that Saraim visited me and brought me a healing ointment. Without Saraim's help, Hezron would not have been able to get out of bed. Otherwise, I would have had to send my son to the hated duty of the Pharaoh. Although, however, and so soon it will have to do. After all, the son is already almost an adult.

Aaron sighed heavily and looked at his work-weary sons and growing daughter, he understood his sister well.

We won’t hold out for so long… But what to do, I don’t know… he complained.

Miriam hesitated a little, but she admitted anyway:

I came to you, Aaron, not to Elishev. We need to talk.

Aaron looked up from his work and put his almost collapsed sandal aside.

Speak, sister... I'm listening to you… he said and yawned. Sorry… I’m very tired…

I'd like to talk to you in private.

Aaron looked at his sister in surprise: what secrets could she have from his family? But still, with difficulty rising from the stool, he said:

Let's go upstairs. Nobody will disturb us there.

Aaron and Miriam went up to the second floor of the house, pulling the faded curtain behind them.

What happened, Miriam?

The woman approached her brother and quickly, confusedly, spoke:

I had a vision. It was a former erpator, now a scribe, and his beloved Farbis. The people of Aye are looking for her. She probably has some secret. So, then I heard a voice that said that the former erpator (now Moss ) will save the tribe of Israel.

Aaron looked at his sister in surprise.

I have always trusted your visions and predictions. But what you just said is simply stunning.

Believe me, I was no less amazed when I saw a new scribe… Everything inside me fluttered… Miriam admitted.

"Of course, the former erpator is offended by the pharaoh. Now he is deprived of everything, even his name. But how can he help our