I Need You
By
Kamala
Chapter 10
Two Months Later
Devi sat on a couch going over some scrolls that one of the novices had found in the stacks of the library.
They were from around the time of Cleopatra and spoke of the events of the day.
It was soothing work for her, and kept her mind busy on something other than her plight. For the past two
months she has spent 99% of her time in the temple, having only gone back once to face the Chiefs of the
Med-jai and defend herself. Others had spoken for her side, and she had been forgiven. But her heart
was no longer in the battle, though they knew she would come when called upon.
She put the scroll down and stretched aching muscles. She picked up the scroll again and started reading.
Keeping her mind busy was the only way she would stay sane through all of this.
The doors to her chamber were suddenly thrown open and Marga entered followed by Zara, her new
secondary personal aide. She looked up trying to give her best “High Priestess- How dare you interrupt
me” glare.
“Your father sent a message and something you will be very interested in,” Marga said crossing to where
she was sitting.
“What is it?”
“A diary,” Zara said smiling. “Anck-su-namun’s diary to be exact.”
”What makes you think I want to read about Imhotep and her?”
“Because of the hieroglyphics towards the end,” Marga said. “Okay, I know I shouldn’t have read it but I
figured you wouldn’t want to so I did, so there.”
Devi shook her head and held out her hand. “My Father’s letter, first, please.”
Zara handed her the message. She stood practically hopping from foot to foot.
Devi knew she was going to drive them both crazy until she let them tell her what they had found, but
there was no reason to give into them that easily.
She read the letter then looked at them. “Okay, I will put you out of your misery, tell me.”
They both came over, talking at the same time and spread the scroll out on the table sitting in front of the
couch.
All she got out of it was Follower of Set.
“One second, are you saying she was a Follower of Set?” Devi asked in disbelief.
“YES!!”
“She was a Follower of Set, then what the fuck was she doing with MY MAN! He was the High Priest of
Osiris.” She slid to the floor to read the scroll better.
“It looks like she was to seduce him and then make him to kill for her. So he would condemn his soul for
her.” Marga pointed to the part, in the scroll, that reflected that.
“It worked perfectly,” Zara stated.
”She did not love him. She wanted to make sure he was damned because he was a High Priest of Osiris,”
Devi said.
She turned her attention back to the scroll, trying to find a time point that would give her a clue when
Anck-su-namun had entered Imhotep’s life.
“Damn, she set out to seduce him before she ever became the Pharaoh’s concubine.”
“You know, you would think they would have been happy with just wanting Seti to marry her. I mean
High Priests are god-like but the Pharaoh was the living incarnation of Horus. Why go for the little guy?”
Zara said, scanning her part of the scroll.
“Because it was known Imhotep was blessed by Osiris. He was rumored to have a direct conduit to him,”
Devi answered.
Zara looked at her and asked. “Like yours?”
“Kind of. I am her Chosen, which is a bit different than what he was for Osiris.”
”You would have thought Osiris would have sent him some kind of warning.” Zara shrugged her
shoulders.
“Maybe he did,” Marga said thinking over the events.
Devi looked at her.
“The gods connected you both together. They showed you the path. You made him fall in love with you.
We now just need to find a way to bring you both together,” Marga smiled.
“She has a point,” Zara added.
Devi sat looking at them then to the scroll, “If I can stop this, maybe I can save him.”
“How are you going to go back in time?” Zara said.
Devi looked to where the secret doors to the temple’s hidden treasure rooms were. “The Book of Isis.”
“The Book of Isis is a myth,” Zara stated.
Devi got up and walked to the wall, pressed down on one of the glyphs, and a door slid open, “Neither of
you are seeing this. But come with me.”
She led them down the twisting passageways until they reached a room filled with scrolls and artifacts.
Devi did not pause; continuing to an altar at the back of the room, where lay a book made of lapis. She
put her hands on it reverently.
Zara and Marga joined her and looked at the cover on the front was the winged Isis.
“Oh my Goddess. It does exist,” Marga said staring at it.
Devi put her pendent on the design on the top of the book and unlocked the book, “If it can be done, it
will be in here.”
They stood scanning page after page of hieroglyphics.
“I found it,” Marga said pointing to the page.
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