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Nearly four thousand years ago there lived a strange people in a fertile river valley. Their politics but were rooted by mean conspiracies and greedy corruption, and they even warred with their own brothers. This gravely weakened their defenses and the greedy neighbors had an easy pick! And no mighty hero, oh-no: Only one little girl was willing to save the lost empire from the inner division and the outer threat of the enemy - and this is her story:
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Nearly four thousand years ago there lived a strange people in a fertile river valley. Their politics but were rooted by mean conspiracies and greedy corruption, and they even warred with their own brothers.
This gravely weakened their defenses and the greedy neighbors had an easy pick! And no mighty hero, oh-no: Only one little girl was willing to save the lost empire from the inner division and the outer threat of the enemy - and this is her story:
»Watch out, Séso!«, shouts my oldest sister Nefrete as she throws the leather ball with such force at me that it hits me painfully into my soft lower belly. I wince and swim away with strong strokes from the flock of naked girls that play in the shallow waters of the big lethargic river. I don't like it to be teased by them, but sadly it happens daily.
I'm a princess and I have my pride! And one day I will proof my worth and supremacy to them all, so that they will crouch from envy and inferiority. And I long for the time when I'm old enough to leave Elephantine for the beautiful town of Thebes, the city of the hundred gates, the place of my birth!
Elephantine is an island and lies like a glistening green jewel in the turgid brown waters of the river Nile, at the southernmost point of the Pharaoh's kingdom. On either side of the river savage deserts encroach the growing settlements of ivory traders and fishermen.
The island got its name from the smooth grey granite boulders that cluster along the banks like herds of huge elephants. Like no other place in Egypt Elephantine is clad with trees that spread a shady umbrella over the luscious gardens, their seeds transported here by the restless waters of thousands of annual floods.
The fortified palace of the great Pharaoh Aménemhet, or the mighty Ramoses, as he likes to call himself, because it sounds much flashier, is sprawled over the whole island. And because of its easy defense by the fast royal flotilla it is used as a secure retreat in times of war - just as it is now! Aménemhet's whole court and family was brought up from Thebes a year ago, and what was a welcome change at first is now already boring reality. Very much I miss the annual festivities and the processions up to the temple of Ammon, God of Thebes, where the Pharaoh consulted his oracle of fortune. His daughters were allowed to wear the nicest clothes and the fattest make-up, and for us it was maybe the only time of the year to throw a few quick glances at the beautiful boys in our age.
Now we are lodged in the enclosed harem on the northern tip. Our quarters are walled with red clay and topped with thatched reed roofs in all sorts of funny odd angles. In a sheltered courtyard invites a big round lily pond teaming with sparkling goldfish for relaxation and meditation. And through a wooden gate in the main wall a trodden path leads down to the riverside and onto a stone jetty, where usually a flat-bottomed fishing boat is moored.
This is the place for us to bath and to swim after the soaring heat of the afternoon. The ageing Pharaoh has already eleven daughters, and his only son was so badly mentally handicapped that his own mother Ménita, a lewd concubine from Babylon as I heard, strangled him with her bare hands just before my birth. His was called Sénusret and I inherited his name - just in the female version.
And the prospect of being queen of Egypt one day creates a lot of friction and mischief between us little princesses. Unfortunately I am the youngest one of them with only thirteen years, but as Amarsis always teases me: I am the most beautiful of them all. That's the reason why I keep myself for most of the time away from my jealous sisters!
My maiden name is Sésostris, what means Sister of the Nile. I don't know my mother at all but I heard that she died from an infection shortly after my birth. Her name was Phillis and she was a daughter of a southern Nubian king. And my godly father, the mighty Ramoses, I saw only twice in my life in all his golden glory and pomp, because there is always the construction of a precious building to oversee or a fiend for him to fight. And I heard already numerous rumors about trouble with invading Syrians, the new allies of the northern river people - Egyptians like me, but now our fiercest enemy!
My best friend is my teacher Amarsis, a tall negro with pitch-black skin and a wide grin full of ivory teeth in his sunny face. His former Name was Makaleïni and his ancestors were born in the hottest guts of Africa, so he is the descendant from a very convenient source of cheap strong slaves. He was schooled well enough by the wise ones of Thebes to educate a young quirky and overly curious princess like me. And, of course: He's an eunuch! Once when he was very sick and slept restlessly in my arms on my bosom his tunic fell apart and I spotted with deep disgust the ugly stump leftover from the brutal mutilation of his proud manhood! But normally he hides the ugly sight carefully away from me, that was the hideous price he had to pay in this mad society to become a teacher in the royal palace. But I'm determined to make the inhumane habit of castration illegal as soon as I come to power - and that shouldn't be too long!
But then: He is the wisest man I've ever seen and he seems to know everything that is to know about the world, and he answers my relentless questions with patience and a good sense of humor. He teaches me to read and to write our unique pictorial language with a goose feather onto long rolls of papyrus. I started to write heartwarming love-stories when I was ten and one day I will write down the great opus of my life! But next to that I also learn a few new words of the Nubian language from him every week, and that may come in handy one day!
He initiates me in all the secrets of being a woman and a possible future queen, even if he himself hadn't had the pleasure to enjoy a single woman in his life! And I feel deep mercy for my sisters and their stupid fairytale talk about the brutality of men and what bad things they were supposed to do to women!
He told me how to worship Hapi, the goddess of the Nile, who's little lapis lazuli statuette stands in a niche in my room. And every day he brings me fresh lotus flowers from the ponds to entice her with their radiant smell to enrich and protect my life. But frankly speaking, she is not a pure goddess, then on top of her bountiful breasts and a huge vagina she also possesses an equally impressive penis and a long ribbon-bound beard of a king. The hermaphroditic goddess is obviously able to change her gender at free will, and her favorite disguise seems to be the massive motherly body of the hippopotamus, the huge river-cow. For me it is crystal-clear that Hapi is a woman of origin, even when all the others may disagree noisily! The splendid empire of Egypt was maybe built by manly Pharaohs, but the spiritual spark therefore was for sure lit by their beautiful women!*
* Exceptional women with great visions, their intellectual input into the evolution of literature and architecture absolutely undeniable, but mostly underestimated or even concealed by a male-oriented history and its many scribes.
Amarsis also explained to me, that the earth wasn't really a cube with the blue sky simply hanging from the bordering mountains - he told me the amusing secret, that our planet is actually round like a ball! And he pointed out to me all the stars and their movements in the night-sky, even the secret location of the third dark planet of Sirius, that is invisible to the human eye! That's where the aliens live, that came down to earth about three thousand years ago. They were the real wise ones and their weightless flying ships had the color of radiating silver, like the brilliant
rainbow on the shimmering scales of the freshly caught Nile perch. They were amphibians, lived in the rivers and taught the humans how to think and how to speak - mainly to enable them to try a compromise before killing each other! And Amarsis often teases me, that I must be one of their most direct descendant since I still got those slightly webbed toes!
I love him as dear as nobody else! But, maybe Castor should be noted here as well: my sand-colored cat with the most lovely blue eyes you'll ever see! He came to me from the far eastern land between the twin streams - called Mesopotamia. He is a very nice cat, but when his fish isn't fresh he can be lethal with his sharp claws. And even when he is happy, he can easily purr my sheets to shreds. But then, no one can really possess a cat, like I possess a real true friend in Amarsis!
I indulge in my happy feelings when he massages my olive skin with fragrance oils after the daily bath in the murky river. And then I like to watch myself in my long silver mirror and admire my simple elegance: My legs are long and slender, my buttocks perfectly rounded like the sweetest of honey melons, sticking out so cheeky as a river-ducklings tail. My pubic shows already plenty of character and a soft fury patch adorns its lovely swell.
But underneath lurks my pouting pearl, easy to excite and always moist! Amarsis tenderly calls this part the oyster, because of its salty smell - like fresh seafood, he says. But I named my private temple after the lotus flower because of its mesmerizing sweet perfume. And like on all the other ten princesses the tiny tattooed sign of the moon-eye of Horus marks my soft regal belly just above as a divine one, and so protects it from unworthy penetration! My first red moon had flowered for the first time at the onset of the last flood - a coincidence declared as highly pro-missing by the watchful priests of Hapi!
My sun-tanned breasts are the size and shape of ripe figs, ready for the pluck and tipped with sweet wrinkled sultanas. The color of my eyes is a startling darkish green, like the water of the lagoons behind the dense stands of papyrus at the rivers edge. The straightness of my Nubian nose exudes authority and my full soft lips promise sensuality. My satin black hair has grown very long and the plait falls like a thick rope over my right breast and hides so at least one of my big brown sultanas from the harsh hot sunlight.
And it is a women's pride to display their assets best - most of the noble dames of the royal harem only wear transparent veils over their subtle bodies - some of them showing off their luscious pubic muffs without any inhibition, and other ones even highlight their nether lips provoking with a radiant rouge! All we princesses are given to wear inside the harem is a short skirt, made from bleached linen and held in place by an ornamented leather belt. That is extremely cool in the steaming hot air that blows over from the sweltering deserts around us, but it leaves us not much privacy. Therefore it is nearly impossible to keep a secret, not even in the most private shade under that skimpy garment!
