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Five thousand years ago a naked young boy inherited a destiny which was not to be denied: he had to found the civilisation we still are living in - he had to build an empire! He was the son of the Scorpion, he possessed courage and sting - and this is his story:
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
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Son of the Scorpion
by Pierre d’Amour
BookRix Edition 2016
Copyright by Amé
Pierre d’Amour:
SON OF THE SCORPION
An ancient tale of
courage and bravery!
1 - Narmar's Empire
1 - NARMAR'S EMPIRE
2 - The Introduction
2 - THE INTRODUCTION
»And a son was born unlike all others, his eyes where bright and his voice was sharp, and he cut his enemies down with his words!«
I found him in a storeroom underneath the British Museum for ancient history by sheer chance, and after just a hand full of long millenniums behind him he was still looking as young and as vibrant as a schoolboy! His real age was not estimable, too many ancient child emperors were kept under cover by the holy clergy and the church, and their history is still shrouded under an ominous silence in our modern days! But his bright eyes hadn't lost their spark over half an eternity and his red lips were softly pouted, as if he had the answers to my growing curiosity ready! His royal seal introduced him as Narmar to me: the first pharaoh of the first dynasty - the creator of the civilization we know today, and hardly a teenager then! He was certainly carved from a block of good wood, and the peeling paint on his face did nothing to diminish his boyish beauty, it only enhanced the mystery of his ancient wisdom!
I couldn't say, that I fell in love with Narmar - we archaeologists drown our loves in researching dusty mummies and examining fossilised maggots - we were by far not the most romantic lot! But Narmar looked a bit lonely to me, locked up in this dark storage room, and having not spoken for five thousand years he was surely eager to tell me his story! His personal shrine was standing right behind him, richly inscribed and perfectly illustrated with pretty vignettes and cartouches. The so beautifully painted ward contained innumerable rolls of scrolls just begging for translation! Narmar's words were quite poetic for such a young man, and his insight into politics and knowledge about leadership were phenomenal! It was clear to me that the live expectancy of his period was pretty low, that a noble man's average was about forty sun years and a slave's about thirty-five - so the words old and young had a quite different meaning then. In our time this brilliant young man would still be learning the grammar and struggle with math, he wouldn't be able to have a political vote and surely not be allowed to have sex!
To translate the earliest scriblings by the scribes of the first pharaohs is a tricky business: the simple and basic hieroglyphs were constantly changed and improved over the passing centuries, and as the River Nile was meandering down to the sea in his broad bed, ever changing her shape and position, so was Kemet a country without certainty. But bordered by treacherous sand dunes and deadly deserts the narrow valley was well contained to develop uniqueness and personality. Being frequently invaded, robbed and raped by marauding hordes of villains from Asia or the western desert the brave and gentle people of Kemet passed the test of time! Locations changed names as often under the Asian, Greek and Roman occupations as the river changed its flow constantly through the millenniums. So I will translate the heroic story to you in the simplest words without the confusion of clever scientific terms or outdated ancient expressions:
