If
there was one good thing to have come out of the former Pharaoh’s demise, it
was that Akhenaden had been the last person to see him alive before he had
suddenly sickened and died. This meant that the Pharaoh could openly have him
investigated and finally confront him about the truth of the items directly.
“My
Pharaoh,” Akhenaden sounded panicked more than anything as he was confronted in
a closed court that involved just the High Priests, Ba-Khu-Ra, representing the
wronged parties, and the Pharaoh herself, “I have only ever done what is best
for Egypt!”
“Then
explain yourself.” The Pharaoh demanded coldly from her throne, “Explain what
it was you did without holding anything back. The Scales will tell us if you’re
lying.”
He
didn’t. Not one word he uttered was a falsehood. He didn’t keep back how he had
picked Kul Elna, the village of thieves, to be the tribute needed to save the
country. Nor did he lie about how he had to brainwash some, but not all, of the
men he had taken with him to make them follow his directions.
Ba-Khu-Ra
listened, trembling with rage, as he spoke about slaughtering her people, using
their blood to power the ritual to create the Millennium Items that had saved
Egypt during the last great war. She even just about managed to keep herself in
check as he described sending his men to wipe out every last man, woman and
child.
It
wasn’t until he admitted to burning down the entire village to destroy every
last piece of evidence, including the bodies of her entire village, dooming
them to an eternity in Duat, that she snapped, Diabound appearing and only not
killing the man because the Pharaoh’s own summoned monster got between Diabound
and its target.
“Ba-Khu-Ra!”
The Pharaoh’s tone was sharp, echoing the pain the former thief’s Ka beast had
inflicted on her summoned creature, “Stay your hand.”
“You
heard him. He deserves death!” The girl snarled, her naga like creature
snarling at the Pharaoh’s warrior on horseback.
“Death
may well still be the sentence.” The Pharaoh informed her, glowering at her
uncle who trembled under her gaze, “But I have a task for him first.”
“But
I have waited years for retribution!” Ba-Khu-Ra protested, causing the Priests
to murmur angrily about her disrespect.
“And
you will have it.” The Pharaoh swore, causing her uncle to pale, “But not until
he’s ensured that your people will get their chance at journeying through the
afterlife.”
“My
Pharaoh?” Ba-Khu-Ra asked, startled. Was she seriously promising to ensure that
the people of Kul Elna weren’t left as wandering spirits for the rest of
eternity? Was that even possible when the bodies were no longer available for
burial?
“I
swear, Ba-Khu-Ra, that the people of your village will get justice.” The
Pharaoh promised, “And their eternal rest, as is their due. However,” Ba-Khu-Ra
grimaced as the Pharaoh turned to her uncle, the God King’s tone softening
slightly, “He was doing what he thought was best for Egypt and it is true the
country would have fallen without the Millennium Items. It is because of this
that I must allow him this chance to atone for his crimes, by making him set
the wrongs right with his own hands.” She looked at the former thief, something
in her gaze asking the other girl to understand, “Under your supervision, of
course.”
The
thief turned mage smirked at that announcement. The Pharaoh was trusting her to
judge when Akhenaden had atoned? Then he would be working for the rest of his
natural life for there was nothing he could possibly do that would make up for
his crimes. It wasn’t as satisfying as killing him but she would enjoy watching
him try even if the voices that had haunted her since the destruction of her
village screamed for his blood.
“Th...Thank
you, my Pharaoh.” Akhenaden stammered, bowing low to Egypt’s ruler. “Thank you
for this chance.”
“Just
don’t make me regret it.”
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