Blessed Lands Egypt Chapter Seven
Blessed Lands Egypt
Author: J Carrell Jones
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Chapter 7
Chapter 7
“I will kill him, Father.” Ayruyi stabbed the air with a short sword. “I will kill him and we will be free.”
Arrutyi grabbed at the sword. He gently took it out of his daughter’s hands. “Ayruyi, you mustn’t talk like this. High Priest Ferruk is our master. That is the way of things.”
“No father. It can’t be. What kind of Blessed Lands is this if we have to be owned by vile creatures such as him?” She reached for the sword.
“Daughter, that’s the way it has always been. Pharaoh saw fit to give us to our master. We have to be thankful that he keeps us in comfort.” He kept the sword away.
“Father, give me the sword. When he sleeps tonight I can run it through his heart before he knows what happened.”
“And you would be publicly executed.”
Ayruyi said nothing.
“I don’t want to lose my only daughter. You are all I have left worth living for in this world.”
Ayruyi looked down at the ground and pouted. She was torn between murdering and not murdering Ferruk. Every time he touched her she wanted to rip her skin off. He poisoned her soul each time he caressed her. She lost her compassion and humanity a little at a time. “Father, I hate him.”
Arrutyi reached an arm around Ayruyi’s shoulders. “Ayruyi, you have to have patience. I can’t explain it but one day we will be free. One day we will both be able to walk the streets of the Blessed Lands with our chin up. But we have to have trust in Osiris, Isis, and Ra.”
Ayruyi turned and buried her face into his shoulders sobbing. She felt utterly helpless and realized she hated her father as well. He accepted their fate and talked of patience. ‘Damn him,’ she thought but she found his arms around her soothing. ‘The power of a father’s love can be no less than the love from a god.’ Ayruyi cried harder and hugged her father back.
Ferruk sat at his computer and called up the records of Dr. Theoris. It wasn’t rocket science for him to figure out that the Oracle’s bowl gave him the name of a person. It was unexpected that he would know the person. He wondered if it was divine providence that made the Oracle tire and walk away from the bowl. No doubt if the Oracle saw the name she would have given him some near forgotten tome and called it her own. She would have put a twisted and mangled spin so bad that he would have been up late for weeks trying to figure out what she really meant. And by the time he did figure it out it would have been too late. He secretly thought that she purposely did this to keep him off balanced or ill-prepared. Ferruk took the thought of having the Oracle standing in front of a bullet-riddled wall waiting for execution as a prediction. He daydreamed the same scenario many times and came to the conclusion that actually killing her would be the only way for him to get a good night sleep. Anything less than that would be his punishment.
Theoris walked into the office and sat down at her desk. Akila and Honute were chatting away. She thought ‘good’ because it would make things easier. Theoris decided to let Akila handle the first few initial stages of the research.
Akila got up from the couch. “May I get you anything Doctor?”
Theoris leaned back in the chair and smiled. “Akila, is that Bark tea?”
“Yes, ma’am. Would you like a cup? There’s a quarter pot left. Or if you like I can fix you something different.”
“Bark tea would be just fine.” Theoris looked at Honute and she wondered what type of man he was. Minutes ago she hit on his wife now she was in the same room acting like nothing unusual or inappropriate happened. He seemed like a nice enough person.
Akila placed a yellow cup of Bark tea in front of Theoris. She walked back to the couch and sat next to Honute.
Theoris noted Akila sat with her body a little too stiff. She wondered if the younger woman was trying to conceal her feelings for Honute. She lifted the cup up to her mouth and inhaled deeply. The aroma from the tea gave her a tingly sensation. She sipped at the tea and let the liquid rest on her tongue. She savored the taste and swallowed after several seconds. The room had been pointedly quiet since she walked in on the two. “Well, Priest Honute . . .”
“Please call me Honute.”
Theoris nodded. “Okay Honute. Do you have any questions?”
“Well, Akila was about to tell me how you planned on getting me to make magick.” He sipped his tea.
“You want the five hour lecture or the one minute answer?”
Honute laughed. “It has been awhile since I’ve been in school. How about the one minute answer and then later you can give me that lecture. I find it fascinating and intriguing if not a little bit scary.”
Theoris laughed herself. Despite Honute being a man she found herself warming up to him. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was definitely something about him. Maybe it was his relaxed demeanor or that maybe he seemed to have learned a healthy dose of humility. Either way he seemed a dichotomy. Powerful build but compassionate career choice that required sensitivity and empathy. She sipped at the tea again. ‘He is going to find out if I successfully seduce her.’ She told herself. Guilt surfaced and she felt its sting. Not to the point of being intolerable, but enough to be a bother. She brushed the feeling aside. “My theory about Manifested Magick is that at some point in our past we humans were capable of influencing objects around us. I call it the ‘survival trick.’ Maybe it was a little telekinesis to shake and move bushes and trees to confuse predators. Or maybe even communicate between one another during hunting – on some level animals seem to have this ability. Or maybe we could heal our sick and injured by laying hands. The fact is I don’t really know what type of magick you are going to do. The gene we’ve identified is possibly the trigger mechanism for some sort of process. What I think and hope will happen is that once we get this gene to trigger it’ll start a chemical process in your body that will start a cascade of other chemical processes that will eventually allow you to manipulate objects.”
Honute sipped his tea and listened attentively. “Manipulate objects? As in make them move?”
Theoris sipped her tea and nodded. “Yes, telekinesis. I identified very fine and small receptacles at the ends of our finger tips. It’s amazing really. The receptacles seem to be vestigial. My thoughts are that given the proper chemical reaction small electrically charged particles would accumulate. And by means of quantum mechanics could influence distance molecules.”
Honute’s mind raced. Was Dr. Theoris a nut or did she really believe she could make him produce magick? He looked at Akila for a second and back to Theoris. Both stared back at him. He wasn’t sure if he should just get up and walk out or take them seriously. He just didn’t know. He drained the cup of the last of the Bark tea. Maybe she did have something, really. He had always believed in the gods and their ability to do magick. Maybe there was really a scientific reason. Just maybe she could pull this off. The question was, "What was he going to get out of this? Fortune? Fame? Power and money? All of which sounded assuredly unpleasant. He just wanted a simple and content filled life. A happy wife, a nice job, great kids, and a restful future – read retirement. “Will it be harmful?”
“To do magick?” Theoris drained her cup. “I don’t know. I won’t lie to you. We are going to have to do this in steps. And if it works you will be famous.”
Honute’s face paled. “Famous is not what I want!”
Akila placed her hand on top of his. “You’ll be able to do magick, maybe even help people.”
Theoris smiled. Akila was indeed an excellent assistant. “It really is your choice. I’ll make you a promise. If it starts to get too rough and terrible you can walk away.”
Honute looked into Akila’s eyes and he almost melted. He looked back at Theoris and he considered her words. ‘I could always back out if he wanted to,’ was his thought. He looked back at Akila. She smiled sweetly and squeezed his hand reassuringly. “Okay.” He said. He felt his fate sealed by that one word and he only hoped Thoth would protect him.
Ferruk read Dr. Theoris’ biography. It read like some sort of made for AV fiction. Super genius was an understatement of a title. Even he was mentioned, though he was just a small foot note. Of course, that would change. He had his plans – he smiled and stared momentarily into empty air. He refocused, inhaled deeply and let it out. She even had Pharaoh’s ear and also had the title, ‘Royal friend.’ He printed out her bio and placed the sheets in a folder. New Heliopolis was about five hundred miles south. Tomorrow he would make arrangements to meet with Dr. Theoris and see where she fitted into the Oracle’s vision. She was the key to all this. He felt it. It had to be divine providence that all this was happening now.