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Taking today’s snippet from LADY OF THE NILE. A hgigh ranking lady in waiting to the quwen has been kidnapped and Pharaoh charged a warrior and a Medjai to find her.

Khian was bone tired, not so much from physical exertions, but the tension of the entire day, including personal conversation with Pharaoh and the Royal Wife. He wondered idly how the banquet had gone and if Horus had been pleased by the event in his honor. He wished he and Tuya had been there. Suddenly an official, formal boring banquet seemed like the most alluring event in all of Egypt, if only she were safely there at this hour.

As he took the chariot to the stables and supervised the servants unhitching the horses, grooming and feeding them, he wanted to pray, but to which of the Great Ones? Tuya was a priestess of Mut, but a warrior such as himself didn’t normally pray to the goddess.

But would his own Jackal God take any interest in a lost noblewoman, who had no connection to him? Unlikely. Anubis had loftier concerns.

Restless, he paced through the stables as he pondered recent events in his mind. Khian had wanted to know so much more about Tuya, to spend delicious hours talking about everything and nothing, to hold her, touch her—all things that might never happen. He realized he’d been well on his way to falling in love with her, given any encouragement at all. A dangerous prospect when he needed a clear head to decide how best to find her. If she’s even alive…Determinedly, he thrust away the bleak thought. He paused and found himself in an unfamiliar corner of the stables. Frustrated, he had to take a moment to orient himself in the unfamiliar passages of the place before he found his way again.

Khian took himself to the commissary for a belated dinner. His second-in-command arrived shortly, and he briefed the man on his special assignment, leaving out most of the details. His loyal lieutenant was happy for him to have this chance to shine in Pharaoh’s eyes if the assignment went well. They discussed the plans for his own company to carry out its assigned duties in Thebes in Khian’s absence.

“The company is yours now,” Khian said, clapping his friend on the shoulder. “The men respect you and will take your orders. Don’t let these local Theban officers bully you or them. Stand up for yourself and the Jackal Nome. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“And we’ll sail home to our sweethearts and the planting,” his friend said with a contented smile. “Done with war and adventuring.”

Khian reckoned his days of adventure were just beginning.

Alone in his own room at last, Khian undressed and went straight to sleep. He’d disciplined himself to fall asleep rapidly each night, as a tired soldier couldn’t fight at his peak.

In his dreams he found himself standing in the desert at night, staring off to the west, feeling a pull and a yearning in his heart that he didn’t understand. Something made a slight sound to his right, and he pivoted to see what at first he thought was a large white bird, its feathers glowing. Even as he stood there staring the creature morphed into a beautiful woman between one moment and the next.

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She was taller than he, with a serene, heart-shaped face of utmost beauty. Her dress, which had been a glowing white linen shift, elegantly pleated, became bright red, with blue stripes at the hem. Faintly, the scent of the blue lotus came to his nostrils as she stepped to his side, also facing the desert. She glanced at him. “I meant you to be her chance for change or hoped so at any rate. But one must be careful what one asks for, even a Great One such as me. Once events were set in motion, other players stepped in to reach for my game piece, and now my poor Tuya is in grave danger. I fear I was quite rude to Shai and demanded he readjust her fortune to what I’d originally meant it to be, but he laughed and said I must yield to the whims of Fate.”

“I’ll find her, Great One,” he said, greatly daring in addressing a goddess, but speaking from the heart.

She shook her head, which set the golden beads in her lustrous wig to chiming. “The desert is vast and trackless. I’ll order my children to help as much as they can, for they see much from the sky. Watch for them.”

She set her fingers on his arm, and his entire body tingled with her power. “I’m not a goddess of war and soldiers, yet if I’m to help my priestess, I must step into an unaccustomed role. Will you be my champion in this, Khian of the Jackal Nome? Tuya’s champion?”

“You ask of me what I’ve already pledged Pharaoh to accomplish, my lady.” But he nodded solemnly. “I’m honored to assist you.”

“Good. Pharaoh sees much merit in you, which gives me hope.”

A flight of golden flies, shaped like the gold of valor he’d received only a few short weeks ago from Pharaoh’s hand, buzzed and flew a circular pattern around him before arrowing across the desert and disappearing from view. Khian felt dizzy, from the intense perfume and the awe of being in the presence of a goddess. He clenched his fists and stood straighter, trying to concentrate.

“Yet you are but human,” she said in a sad voice, “and as such cannot prevail against some foes. I’ve pleaded for help from one who fights such battles, and he has said he’ll send a warrior to your side. Only one – this matter of my priestess isn’t of pressing import to Egypt’s fate – but I see the potential for future problems and the Lord of the Sacred Land agrees.”

Anubis, she speaks of Anubis. Despite his family’s ties to the jackal god, Khian suffered the sting of momentary terror. Hard enough to have a goddess sharing her concerns with him, but the idea of having Anubis pay direct attention to him was so outside his wildest imagining Khian could barely hold the idea.

“Go with my blessing, and bring her home. This is my command.” The goddess faded, as if she’d been no more than a mirage in the desert.

Khian sat up straight in his bed with a gasp, hand to his heart as if saluting a superior officer.  Throat parched, he reached for his waterskin on the table, and his hand brushed something soft. With a pounding heart, he picked up the white feather, which glowed in the moonlight, its quill gleaming gold. As he watched, the feather shrank and changed until it was a tiny amulet bead, strung on a fine black leather cord. Hastily, he fastened the thong on his left wrist, where the feather lay against his skin. Pride at wearing a symbol of Mut, the World-Mother, suffused his mind and heart, since she’d named him her champion. As the goddess had said, she was no patron of war or soldiers but nonetheless it seemed there was a battle of unusual nature in the offing. Since the prize at the center of the conflict was Tuya he wouldn’t shirk the challenge.

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LADY OF THE NILE

Tuya, a high ranking lady-in-waiting at Pharaoh’s court, lives a life of luxury, pageantry and boredom. Khian, a brave and honorable officer from the provinces temporarily re-assigned to Thebes, catches her eye at a gold of valor ceremony. As the pair are thrown together by circumstances, she finds herself unaccountably attracted to this man so unlike the haughty nobles she’s used to. But a life with Khian would mean leaving the court and giving up all that she’s worked so hard to attain. As she goes about her duties, Tuya struggles with her heart’s desires. 

When Tuya is lured into a dangerous part of Thebes by her disgraced half-brother and kidnapped by unknown enemies of Egypt, Khian becomes her only hope. Pharaoh assigns him to bring the lady home. 

Aided by the gods, Khian races into the desert on the trail of the elusive kidnappers, hoping to find Tuya before it’s too late. Neither of them has any idea of the dark forces arrayed against them, nor the obstacles to be faced. An ancient evil from the long gone past wants to claim Tuya for its own purposes and won’t relinquish her easily. 

Can Khian find her in time? Will he and his uncanny allies be able to prevent her death? And if the couple escapes and reaches safety, what of their fledgling romance?

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