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Khufu was working, but this time he was actually working. Often times he could be found just sleeping in a chair or slacking some where. This time though, since Zoser would be coming back within a day or so, he figured he should actually probably do the tasks he was left with in his absence. Currently he was organizing a section of the library that Zoser decided needed to be re-done in a different way. A menial task, but one he did agree needed to be done. So here he was, in his typical fashion, doing it very last minute.
The day had been quiet, not much had happened, which was regular for the library if he was being honest. Very few people care enough about gaining new knowledge or expanding their minds. He couldn’t imagine being content with just the basic knowledge that most people learned from their basic scholars. Through all the ridiculousness that Khufu brought upon himself, he was a smart man, and he absolutely loved learning new things. Books had been a lot of his childhood, the ones his father had owned, and he could remember spending hours reading as a child.
These were the type of things that ran through his mind as he idly rearranged the library shelves. On one of the shelves, his pure black cat lounged, napping the day away like her owner normally did, no cares in the world.
He paused for a moment and stretched, his old back injury protesting against the work for the day. He froze though, hearing the sounds of light footsteps coming towards him. There was someone coming to the library, which meant that he would have to be the one to deal with them. He dropped his arms from his stretch and let out a little sigh. He was sort of hoping to just spend his day with himself, his books and his cat. Though he supposed it would at least be something interesting to do. Or so he hoped.
He moved and headed for the front of the library to greet who ever it was that was there.
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Khufu was working, but this time he was actually working. Often times he could be found just sleeping in a chair or slacking some where. This time though, since Zoser would be coming back within a day or so, he figured he should actually probably do the tasks he was left with in his absence. Currently he was organizing a section of the library that Zoser decided needed to be re-done in a different way. A menial task, but one he did agree needed to be done. So here he was, in his typical fashion, doing it very last minute.
The day had been quiet, not much had happened, which was regular for the library if he was being honest. Very few people care enough about gaining new knowledge or expanding their minds. He couldn’t imagine being content with just the basic knowledge that most people learned from their basic scholars. Through all the ridiculousness that Khufu brought upon himself, he was a smart man, and he absolutely loved learning new things. Books had been a lot of his childhood, the ones his father had owned, and he could remember spending hours reading as a child.
These were the type of things that ran through his mind as he idly rearranged the library shelves. On one of the shelves, his pure black cat lounged, napping the day away like her owner normally did, no cares in the world.
He paused for a moment and stretched, his old back injury protesting against the work for the day. He froze though, hearing the sounds of light footsteps coming towards him. There was someone coming to the library, which meant that he would have to be the one to deal with them. He dropped his arms from his stretch and let out a little sigh. He was sort of hoping to just spend his day with himself, his books and his cat. Though he supposed it would at least be something interesting to do. Or so he hoped.
He moved and headed for the front of the library to greet who ever it was that was there.
Khufu was working, but this time he was actually working. Often times he could be found just sleeping in a chair or slacking some where. This time though, since Zoser would be coming back within a day or so, he figured he should actually probably do the tasks he was left with in his absence. Currently he was organizing a section of the library that Zoser decided needed to be re-done in a different way. A menial task, but one he did agree needed to be done. So here he was, in his typical fashion, doing it very last minute.
The day had been quiet, not much had happened, which was regular for the library if he was being honest. Very few people care enough about gaining new knowledge or expanding their minds. He couldn’t imagine being content with just the basic knowledge that most people learned from their basic scholars. Through all the ridiculousness that Khufu brought upon himself, he was a smart man, and he absolutely loved learning new things. Books had been a lot of his childhood, the ones his father had owned, and he could remember spending hours reading as a child.
These were the type of things that ran through his mind as he idly rearranged the library shelves. On one of the shelves, his pure black cat lounged, napping the day away like her owner normally did, no cares in the world.
He paused for a moment and stretched, his old back injury protesting against the work for the day. He froze though, hearing the sounds of light footsteps coming towards him. There was someone coming to the library, which meant that he would have to be the one to deal with them. He dropped his arms from his stretch and let out a little sigh. He was sort of hoping to just spend his day with himself, his books and his cat. Though he supposed it would at least be something interesting to do. Or so he hoped.
He moved and headed for the front of the library to greet who ever it was that was there.
Kesi loved to learn. Learning was fun! Learning was great! Learning meant that she was even more useful for Amenemhat and that’s exactly what she strived to be. Kesi did not rely on nepotism, she earned her seat at the table. (Besides, nepotism meant nothing to Amenemhat. Only people who worked hard and proved loyalty were worthy of being in his presence.)
It was this desire to learn that brought Kesi to the library. For years Kesi had carried one book about poisons around from city to city. It was old, and yet remarkably cared for. It was filled with so many secrets that Kesi did not learn from even Krieos, the man who trained her in poisons. Kesi had bought it from an old woman in Thebes around the time she had killed her father, and taken care of the book ever since. Over the years she combed through the pages, making sure to do her best to memorize each and every word. It had come in handy more than a few times, teaching her new flowers, concoctions, and venoms that had served the circus several times over.
But eventually only so much knowledge can be extracted by one source. Kesi desired another book just like it to leaf through, to gleam knowledge that she might not have encountered in her studies and experiences. Kesi entered the library, impressed by the amount of scrolls that lined the wall. It would take months to read everything in here! How was it even organized? Kesi could get lost in the stacks and not be found for years, buried beneath a mound of reading with no end in sight. This place was so freaking cool!
The small girl looked around. Surely someone who worked here must- ah! Her eye fell upon a man who was pretty tall, especially compared to Kesi. He had messy hair and was walking right towards her. Oh goodie, this was getting really easy! It was great when a place had excellent customer service. Kesi was immediately chipper.
“Hi, mister!” She said brightly, rocking back and forth on her feet. “Um, I was wondering if you had books like this one.” She brought out her book so the man could see. “It’s about poisons, poisonous flowers, and different venoms. It’s really old. I liked it, I learned a lot and I wanted to know more.” For curiosity of course. Kesi would never use her knowledge of poisons to kill someone, not at all. Kesi was good.
Her head tilted at the stranger. “This place is organized right? It’ll be like super easy to find a book just as good, yeah?” Because Kesi didn’t want to spend all day looking she wanted to spend all day reading.
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Kesi loved to learn. Learning was fun! Learning was great! Learning meant that she was even more useful for Amenemhat and that’s exactly what she strived to be. Kesi did not rely on nepotism, she earned her seat at the table. (Besides, nepotism meant nothing to Amenemhat. Only people who worked hard and proved loyalty were worthy of being in his presence.)
It was this desire to learn that brought Kesi to the library. For years Kesi had carried one book about poisons around from city to city. It was old, and yet remarkably cared for. It was filled with so many secrets that Kesi did not learn from even Krieos, the man who trained her in poisons. Kesi had bought it from an old woman in Thebes around the time she had killed her father, and taken care of the book ever since. Over the years she combed through the pages, making sure to do her best to memorize each and every word. It had come in handy more than a few times, teaching her new flowers, concoctions, and venoms that had served the circus several times over.
But eventually only so much knowledge can be extracted by one source. Kesi desired another book just like it to leaf through, to gleam knowledge that she might not have encountered in her studies and experiences. Kesi entered the library, impressed by the amount of scrolls that lined the wall. It would take months to read everything in here! How was it even organized? Kesi could get lost in the stacks and not be found for years, buried beneath a mound of reading with no end in sight. This place was so freaking cool!
The small girl looked around. Surely someone who worked here must- ah! Her eye fell upon a man who was pretty tall, especially compared to Kesi. He had messy hair and was walking right towards her. Oh goodie, this was getting really easy! It was great when a place had excellent customer service. Kesi was immediately chipper.
“Hi, mister!” She said brightly, rocking back and forth on her feet. “Um, I was wondering if you had books like this one.” She brought out her book so the man could see. “It’s about poisons, poisonous flowers, and different venoms. It’s really old. I liked it, I learned a lot and I wanted to know more.” For curiosity of course. Kesi would never use her knowledge of poisons to kill someone, not at all. Kesi was good.
Her head tilted at the stranger. “This place is organized right? It’ll be like super easy to find a book just as good, yeah?” Because Kesi didn’t want to spend all day looking she wanted to spend all day reading.
Kesi loved to learn. Learning was fun! Learning was great! Learning meant that she was even more useful for Amenemhat and that’s exactly what she strived to be. Kesi did not rely on nepotism, she earned her seat at the table. (Besides, nepotism meant nothing to Amenemhat. Only people who worked hard and proved loyalty were worthy of being in his presence.)
It was this desire to learn that brought Kesi to the library. For years Kesi had carried one book about poisons around from city to city. It was old, and yet remarkably cared for. It was filled with so many secrets that Kesi did not learn from even Krieos, the man who trained her in poisons. Kesi had bought it from an old woman in Thebes around the time she had killed her father, and taken care of the book ever since. Over the years she combed through the pages, making sure to do her best to memorize each and every word. It had come in handy more than a few times, teaching her new flowers, concoctions, and venoms that had served the circus several times over.
But eventually only so much knowledge can be extracted by one source. Kesi desired another book just like it to leaf through, to gleam knowledge that she might not have encountered in her studies and experiences. Kesi entered the library, impressed by the amount of scrolls that lined the wall. It would take months to read everything in here! How was it even organized? Kesi could get lost in the stacks and not be found for years, buried beneath a mound of reading with no end in sight. This place was so freaking cool!
The small girl looked around. Surely someone who worked here must- ah! Her eye fell upon a man who was pretty tall, especially compared to Kesi. He had messy hair and was walking right towards her. Oh goodie, this was getting really easy! It was great when a place had excellent customer service. Kesi was immediately chipper.
“Hi, mister!” She said brightly, rocking back and forth on her feet. “Um, I was wondering if you had books like this one.” She brought out her book so the man could see. “It’s about poisons, poisonous flowers, and different venoms. It’s really old. I liked it, I learned a lot and I wanted to know more.” For curiosity of course. Kesi would never use her knowledge of poisons to kill someone, not at all. Kesi was good.
Her head tilted at the stranger. “This place is organized right? It’ll be like super easy to find a book just as good, yeah?” Because Kesi didn’t want to spend all day looking she wanted to spend all day reading.
Khufu was sure it would be some romance novel or some small book about her family history, something that the library definitely would not carry. He didn’t expect that anything special from the book that this young woman was looking for, but as she handed it to him to look at and determine if they had anything similar, his eyes widened a little. The book was old, that much was obvious upon first sight. He carefully opened it, flipping through a few pages. It was a tome on poisons, and while he was in awe at the age and information contained, he couldn’t help but wonder what a girl like her needed knowledge on poison for. Nothing good he was sure, but it was none of his business to judge.
“Uh, well.” He said, closing the book at taking a look around. He was trying to think, what did they have on poisons? Those books were tucked away, kept safe and out of the reach of those they did not want having it. Technically, he was not supposed to give away any books, and especially not on poison. But, he knew that they needed this book. If she was done with it, perhaps she would be willing to part with in in exchange for some updated knowledge on the subject.
“We have a few, yes. Newer research.” He said, taking his attention from the book and instead looking at the young woman who stood in front of him.
“Would you be interested in a trade? Your old book for a new one on the same subject?” He asked, not knowing if she would like the idea. He had a bit of money that he could throw in to sweeten the deal if needed, but she did not need to know that. If she was willing to do a straight trade, it would be a great deal for Khufu and a great acquisition for the library.
He just hoped that she would go for it, and not ask for more out of him. There was only so much he had to trade her.
“I’m Khufu by the way, apologies for not introducing myself to start with.” He said, realizing that there hadn’t been an exchange in names. He had been excited by the book right away and forgotten all about proper social techniques.
“Come, have a seat and I will go and fetch the books we have to trade, and we can discuss a deal further.” He said, motioning her to follow him a little deeper into the library where a couple cushion chairs were tucked in a corner. He motioned for her to sit, his all black cat sat in the shadows in the corner, staring at the woman distrustfully.
Khufu left her there, disappearing into the labyrinth that was the library to find her some books that she might be willing to take in exchange for hers.
He returned with an armful of books, setting them down on a table near her.
“Take your pick, I can trade any one of these in exchange for yours.” He offered.
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Khufu was sure it would be some romance novel or some small book about her family history, something that the library definitely would not carry. He didn’t expect that anything special from the book that this young woman was looking for, but as she handed it to him to look at and determine if they had anything similar, his eyes widened a little. The book was old, that much was obvious upon first sight. He carefully opened it, flipping through a few pages. It was a tome on poisons, and while he was in awe at the age and information contained, he couldn’t help but wonder what a girl like her needed knowledge on poison for. Nothing good he was sure, but it was none of his business to judge.
“Uh, well.” He said, closing the book at taking a look around. He was trying to think, what did they have on poisons? Those books were tucked away, kept safe and out of the reach of those they did not want having it. Technically, he was not supposed to give away any books, and especially not on poison. But, he knew that they needed this book. If she was done with it, perhaps she would be willing to part with in in exchange for some updated knowledge on the subject.
“We have a few, yes. Newer research.” He said, taking his attention from the book and instead looking at the young woman who stood in front of him.
“Would you be interested in a trade? Your old book for a new one on the same subject?” He asked, not knowing if she would like the idea. He had a bit of money that he could throw in to sweeten the deal if needed, but she did not need to know that. If she was willing to do a straight trade, it would be a great deal for Khufu and a great acquisition for the library.
He just hoped that she would go for it, and not ask for more out of him. There was only so much he had to trade her.
“I’m Khufu by the way, apologies for not introducing myself to start with.” He said, realizing that there hadn’t been an exchange in names. He had been excited by the book right away and forgotten all about proper social techniques.
“Come, have a seat and I will go and fetch the books we have to trade, and we can discuss a deal further.” He said, motioning her to follow him a little deeper into the library where a couple cushion chairs were tucked in a corner. He motioned for her to sit, his all black cat sat in the shadows in the corner, staring at the woman distrustfully.
Khufu left her there, disappearing into the labyrinth that was the library to find her some books that she might be willing to take in exchange for hers.
He returned with an armful of books, setting them down on a table near her.
“Take your pick, I can trade any one of these in exchange for yours.” He offered.
Khufu was sure it would be some romance novel or some small book about her family history, something that the library definitely would not carry. He didn’t expect that anything special from the book that this young woman was looking for, but as she handed it to him to look at and determine if they had anything similar, his eyes widened a little. The book was old, that much was obvious upon first sight. He carefully opened it, flipping through a few pages. It was a tome on poisons, and while he was in awe at the age and information contained, he couldn’t help but wonder what a girl like her needed knowledge on poison for. Nothing good he was sure, but it was none of his business to judge.
“Uh, well.” He said, closing the book at taking a look around. He was trying to think, what did they have on poisons? Those books were tucked away, kept safe and out of the reach of those they did not want having it. Technically, he was not supposed to give away any books, and especially not on poison. But, he knew that they needed this book. If she was done with it, perhaps she would be willing to part with in in exchange for some updated knowledge on the subject.
“We have a few, yes. Newer research.” He said, taking his attention from the book and instead looking at the young woman who stood in front of him.
“Would you be interested in a trade? Your old book for a new one on the same subject?” He asked, not knowing if she would like the idea. He had a bit of money that he could throw in to sweeten the deal if needed, but she did not need to know that. If she was willing to do a straight trade, it would be a great deal for Khufu and a great acquisition for the library.
He just hoped that she would go for it, and not ask for more out of him. There was only so much he had to trade her.
“I’m Khufu by the way, apologies for not introducing myself to start with.” He said, realizing that there hadn’t been an exchange in names. He had been excited by the book right away and forgotten all about proper social techniques.
“Come, have a seat and I will go and fetch the books we have to trade, and we can discuss a deal further.” He said, motioning her to follow him a little deeper into the library where a couple cushion chairs were tucked in a corner. He motioned for her to sit, his all black cat sat in the shadows in the corner, staring at the woman distrustfully.
Khufu left her there, disappearing into the labyrinth that was the library to find her some books that she might be willing to take in exchange for hers.
He returned with an armful of books, setting them down on a table near her.
“Take your pick, I can trade any one of these in exchange for yours.” He offered.
Kesi fought the flicker of annoyance that wanted to appear on her face when he offered his names. Names were awful. Names were terrible. Names were useless. She wouldn’t remember them unless the person was important to her, and Kesi doubted this man would become someone like that. He was just some scholar that worked in a library. “Kesi,” she replied to his introduction much as she didn’t want to. Her name would be useless to him. Would he actually remember it if she ran into him again? Most likely not. Kesi did not see herself coming to the library often, even if she did like to learn. With the amount they traveled and performed it’s not as if she had all the spare time to come here.
Kesi took the offered seat and while he was gone she had a staring contest with this cat. Kesi’s dark eyes looked at it unblinkingly. She would not lose to this creature. The circus had much bigger cats than this tiny miscreant. This cat was nothing but a would-be loser. This cat would suffer for dare accepting Kesi’s challenge. This cat would wander off with a broken heart for being bested by a human. This cat will-
Oh no. Her eyes started to sting. And the cat just continued to stare. No, Kesi must refocus. She could not lose to this cat. She would be victorious and this cat will go on to all his friends meowing about the Great Staring Contest of 672. There will be tales among the cats about how Kesi, a human, bested him. Cats will look at Kesi with awe. She just had to last…
“Drat!” Kesi said, finally blinking when Khufu had returned with the books. The cat jumped away, probably to brag about how the human was so bold to think that it could win the challenge. Next time, cat… next time.
Kesi returned her focus to the books. Perusing through them, she didn’t necessarily see anything that caught her interest. She knew a lot of the information that was taught in it, things that she found out in her own books, she picked up from her own experience, or she observed in Krieos. Kesi’s lips pursed. She didn’t have much use for her book, but these weren’t that useful either. At the very least her’s had rarer information. Kesi didn’t know much about trading but she knew this wasn’t a very fair deal.
“I dunno, mister.” She said as she, hesitating. “None of this seems like it would be a good deal. I really like my book. I think I’m gonna pass.” No harm no foul. “Can I have my book back please? If there’s nothing here that interests me then I should just go back to the circus now.” Well this was a grand waste of her time. She didn’t get any poison books and most tragically of all she lost her staring contest! Kesi wasn’t sure how she would get over such a heartbreaking turn of events.
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Kesi fought the flicker of annoyance that wanted to appear on her face when he offered his names. Names were awful. Names were terrible. Names were useless. She wouldn’t remember them unless the person was important to her, and Kesi doubted this man would become someone like that. He was just some scholar that worked in a library. “Kesi,” she replied to his introduction much as she didn’t want to. Her name would be useless to him. Would he actually remember it if she ran into him again? Most likely not. Kesi did not see herself coming to the library often, even if she did like to learn. With the amount they traveled and performed it’s not as if she had all the spare time to come here.
Kesi took the offered seat and while he was gone she had a staring contest with this cat. Kesi’s dark eyes looked at it unblinkingly. She would not lose to this creature. The circus had much bigger cats than this tiny miscreant. This cat was nothing but a would-be loser. This cat would suffer for dare accepting Kesi’s challenge. This cat would wander off with a broken heart for being bested by a human. This cat will-
Oh no. Her eyes started to sting. And the cat just continued to stare. No, Kesi must refocus. She could not lose to this cat. She would be victorious and this cat will go on to all his friends meowing about the Great Staring Contest of 672. There will be tales among the cats about how Kesi, a human, bested him. Cats will look at Kesi with awe. She just had to last…
“Drat!” Kesi said, finally blinking when Khufu had returned with the books. The cat jumped away, probably to brag about how the human was so bold to think that it could win the challenge. Next time, cat… next time.
Kesi returned her focus to the books. Perusing through them, she didn’t necessarily see anything that caught her interest. She knew a lot of the information that was taught in it, things that she found out in her own books, she picked up from her own experience, or she observed in Krieos. Kesi’s lips pursed. She didn’t have much use for her book, but these weren’t that useful either. At the very least her’s had rarer information. Kesi didn’t know much about trading but she knew this wasn’t a very fair deal.
“I dunno, mister.” She said as she, hesitating. “None of this seems like it would be a good deal. I really like my book. I think I’m gonna pass.” No harm no foul. “Can I have my book back please? If there’s nothing here that interests me then I should just go back to the circus now.” Well this was a grand waste of her time. She didn’t get any poison books and most tragically of all she lost her staring contest! Kesi wasn’t sure how she would get over such a heartbreaking turn of events.
Kesi fought the flicker of annoyance that wanted to appear on her face when he offered his names. Names were awful. Names were terrible. Names were useless. She wouldn’t remember them unless the person was important to her, and Kesi doubted this man would become someone like that. He was just some scholar that worked in a library. “Kesi,” she replied to his introduction much as she didn’t want to. Her name would be useless to him. Would he actually remember it if she ran into him again? Most likely not. Kesi did not see herself coming to the library often, even if she did like to learn. With the amount they traveled and performed it’s not as if she had all the spare time to come here.
Kesi took the offered seat and while he was gone she had a staring contest with this cat. Kesi’s dark eyes looked at it unblinkingly. She would not lose to this creature. The circus had much bigger cats than this tiny miscreant. This cat was nothing but a would-be loser. This cat would suffer for dare accepting Kesi’s challenge. This cat would wander off with a broken heart for being bested by a human. This cat will-
Oh no. Her eyes started to sting. And the cat just continued to stare. No, Kesi must refocus. She could not lose to this cat. She would be victorious and this cat will go on to all his friends meowing about the Great Staring Contest of 672. There will be tales among the cats about how Kesi, a human, bested him. Cats will look at Kesi with awe. She just had to last…
“Drat!” Kesi said, finally blinking when Khufu had returned with the books. The cat jumped away, probably to brag about how the human was so bold to think that it could win the challenge. Next time, cat… next time.
Kesi returned her focus to the books. Perusing through them, she didn’t necessarily see anything that caught her interest. She knew a lot of the information that was taught in it, things that she found out in her own books, she picked up from her own experience, or she observed in Krieos. Kesi’s lips pursed. She didn’t have much use for her book, but these weren’t that useful either. At the very least her’s had rarer information. Kesi didn’t know much about trading but she knew this wasn’t a very fair deal.
“I dunno, mister.” She said as she, hesitating. “None of this seems like it would be a good deal. I really like my book. I think I’m gonna pass.” No harm no foul. “Can I have my book back please? If there’s nothing here that interests me then I should just go back to the circus now.” Well this was a grand waste of her time. She didn’t get any poison books and most tragically of all she lost her staring contest! Kesi wasn’t sure how she would get over such a heartbreaking turn of events.
Khufu was not happy when the woman said she was not interested in his books. He had hoped that she would just accept one of them, not knowing the worth of the one that she had. He wanted that book, for his own personal bragging rights to Zoser, but also because it would be a new acquisition for the library, and one that would add new knowledge to it’s halls. He needed to find a way to convince her to give him the book.
He sighed a little and looked at the offered stack of books that she decided weren’t good enough for her book. Why couldn’t she have just been completely oblivious and accepted the trade? Why couldn’t she just take one or two of the other books and skip happily back to her little circus.
He was trying to think if he had anything else in the back that might interest her, but so far all he knew was that she liked books on poison, and he had offered her all of the ones that he could give up already. She had not shown interest in a single one of the ones in the stack, so he did not think offering her more than one of them in a trade would work either. So he threw out the last ditch effort he could think of to make this trade happen.
But first, he followed her demand and set her book on the table where she could easily grab it and make sure he wasn’t going to do anything sketchy with it. He was an honest man, and he would not steal it from her, though he probably could have easily switched it out for something similar looking.
“Then name your price for the book. Reasonable price.” He stated, it was not an option he had wanted to give her, because people tended to come back with some ridiculous demand for their item, and then he would need to laugh them out of the library, but she did not want the books, and he was hoping not to give away just how much money he could offer for the book. At the same time, he felt if he offered her something she did not want, or offered her too low, she would happily walk out of the building with her book and leave Khufu feeling disappointed.
He would at least give it one more chance to try and get the book from her. Leaving it up to her would hopefully give her a sense of power, let her think she was in control of the situation. Which, in all reality she sort of was, since she had the book that he wanted so badly. He was just trying not to show just how badly he wanted the book.
Khufu couldn’t do much but sit there and hope that she would ask for some small amount of money, or ask for a different type of book or something along those lines that he could easily provide and make believe like she had really gotten the best deal she could have out of him.
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Khufu was not happy when the woman said she was not interested in his books. He had hoped that she would just accept one of them, not knowing the worth of the one that she had. He wanted that book, for his own personal bragging rights to Zoser, but also because it would be a new acquisition for the library, and one that would add new knowledge to it’s halls. He needed to find a way to convince her to give him the book.
He sighed a little and looked at the offered stack of books that she decided weren’t good enough for her book. Why couldn’t she have just been completely oblivious and accepted the trade? Why couldn’t she just take one or two of the other books and skip happily back to her little circus.
He was trying to think if he had anything else in the back that might interest her, but so far all he knew was that she liked books on poison, and he had offered her all of the ones that he could give up already. She had not shown interest in a single one of the ones in the stack, so he did not think offering her more than one of them in a trade would work either. So he threw out the last ditch effort he could think of to make this trade happen.
But first, he followed her demand and set her book on the table where she could easily grab it and make sure he wasn’t going to do anything sketchy with it. He was an honest man, and he would not steal it from her, though he probably could have easily switched it out for something similar looking.
“Then name your price for the book. Reasonable price.” He stated, it was not an option he had wanted to give her, because people tended to come back with some ridiculous demand for their item, and then he would need to laugh them out of the library, but she did not want the books, and he was hoping not to give away just how much money he could offer for the book. At the same time, he felt if he offered her something she did not want, or offered her too low, she would happily walk out of the building with her book and leave Khufu feeling disappointed.
He would at least give it one more chance to try and get the book from her. Leaving it up to her would hopefully give her a sense of power, let her think she was in control of the situation. Which, in all reality she sort of was, since she had the book that he wanted so badly. He was just trying not to show just how badly he wanted the book.
Khufu couldn’t do much but sit there and hope that she would ask for some small amount of money, or ask for a different type of book or something along those lines that he could easily provide and make believe like she had really gotten the best deal she could have out of him.
Khufu was not happy when the woman said she was not interested in his books. He had hoped that she would just accept one of them, not knowing the worth of the one that she had. He wanted that book, for his own personal bragging rights to Zoser, but also because it would be a new acquisition for the library, and one that would add new knowledge to it’s halls. He needed to find a way to convince her to give him the book.
He sighed a little and looked at the offered stack of books that she decided weren’t good enough for her book. Why couldn’t she have just been completely oblivious and accepted the trade? Why couldn’t she just take one or two of the other books and skip happily back to her little circus.
He was trying to think if he had anything else in the back that might interest her, but so far all he knew was that she liked books on poison, and he had offered her all of the ones that he could give up already. She had not shown interest in a single one of the ones in the stack, so he did not think offering her more than one of them in a trade would work either. So he threw out the last ditch effort he could think of to make this trade happen.
But first, he followed her demand and set her book on the table where she could easily grab it and make sure he wasn’t going to do anything sketchy with it. He was an honest man, and he would not steal it from her, though he probably could have easily switched it out for something similar looking.
“Then name your price for the book. Reasonable price.” He stated, it was not an option he had wanted to give her, because people tended to come back with some ridiculous demand for their item, and then he would need to laugh them out of the library, but she did not want the books, and he was hoping not to give away just how much money he could offer for the book. At the same time, he felt if he offered her something she did not want, or offered her too low, she would happily walk out of the building with her book and leave Khufu feeling disappointed.
He would at least give it one more chance to try and get the book from her. Leaving it up to her would hopefully give her a sense of power, let her think she was in control of the situation. Which, in all reality she sort of was, since she had the book that he wanted so badly. He was just trying not to show just how badly he wanted the book.
Khufu couldn’t do much but sit there and hope that she would ask for some small amount of money, or ask for a different type of book or something along those lines that he could easily provide and make believe like she had really gotten the best deal she could have out of him.
Kesi was a reasonable woman. She was a logical woman. She was an intelligent woman. To suggest otherwise would be foolish! Parrish the thought! So money, of course, would be the typical answer… if you were a dummy. But Kesi wasn’t that. She was the only sane person in a world filled with insane people.
This was a golden opportunity for Kesi. She shouldn’t waste it. This man really wanted the book. And sure she could take his money but he looked like the type of man to not be able to offer more than what the circus could take in a day. And her money would just go to line her brother’s pockets, which at the end of the day wouldn’t matter much to him anyway. So she should do the one thing she always wanted to do. The one thing she never had been able to have in the circus.
“I want a tea party, mister!” Kesi said brightly. “I never had one of those. The type with little snacks and warm tea,” And not the tea she has to drink after a night with her brother either! Real, good tea! “And dresses and girly gossip! I’m sure a servant here has a dress you can borrow. It’ll be fun! We can pretend to be those mean gossipy brats! You know, the ones that annoy you but you secretly want to be just like them!”
Kesi was never what you would call a proper lady. In her childhood all Nem wanted to play was circus, and so she never got to do the girly things. And then when she moved to the circus it was all work. Playtime was over. So this would be a blast! And then she can run home and tell Nem that she had a tea party! Yes, this was absolutely what a sane, intelligent, logical, reasonable woman would do. A proper woman at that!
“Oh, oh! And pretty shoes too!” Kesi looked down at her feet. She always was barefoot. Shoes usually held her back. Because of this her feet looked rough and dirty. But fancy ladies don’t have feet like that right? “We’ll be the prettiest girls at the tea party!”
Kesi didn’t much care of the fact that he was certainly no woman. And it’s not like she didn’t have woman friends. Miri was okay, but she was a bit weird. And Delia reminded Kesi of her mom. There was the woman who stabbed her a while back… she was cool. But none of that mattered because none of them were here right now. But for one day only this man- no, this woman, would get the honor of being her best friend in the entire universe. And not the type that she wants to kill later either. Real besties! “That’s my offer. Take it or leave it!”
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Kesi was a reasonable woman. She was a logical woman. She was an intelligent woman. To suggest otherwise would be foolish! Parrish the thought! So money, of course, would be the typical answer… if you were a dummy. But Kesi wasn’t that. She was the only sane person in a world filled with insane people.
This was a golden opportunity for Kesi. She shouldn’t waste it. This man really wanted the book. And sure she could take his money but he looked like the type of man to not be able to offer more than what the circus could take in a day. And her money would just go to line her brother’s pockets, which at the end of the day wouldn’t matter much to him anyway. So she should do the one thing she always wanted to do. The one thing she never had been able to have in the circus.
“I want a tea party, mister!” Kesi said brightly. “I never had one of those. The type with little snacks and warm tea,” And not the tea she has to drink after a night with her brother either! Real, good tea! “And dresses and girly gossip! I’m sure a servant here has a dress you can borrow. It’ll be fun! We can pretend to be those mean gossipy brats! You know, the ones that annoy you but you secretly want to be just like them!”
Kesi was never what you would call a proper lady. In her childhood all Nem wanted to play was circus, and so she never got to do the girly things. And then when she moved to the circus it was all work. Playtime was over. So this would be a blast! And then she can run home and tell Nem that she had a tea party! Yes, this was absolutely what a sane, intelligent, logical, reasonable woman would do. A proper woman at that!
“Oh, oh! And pretty shoes too!” Kesi looked down at her feet. She always was barefoot. Shoes usually held her back. Because of this her feet looked rough and dirty. But fancy ladies don’t have feet like that right? “We’ll be the prettiest girls at the tea party!”
Kesi didn’t much care of the fact that he was certainly no woman. And it’s not like she didn’t have woman friends. Miri was okay, but she was a bit weird. And Delia reminded Kesi of her mom. There was the woman who stabbed her a while back… she was cool. But none of that mattered because none of them were here right now. But for one day only this man- no, this woman, would get the honor of being her best friend in the entire universe. And not the type that she wants to kill later either. Real besties! “That’s my offer. Take it or leave it!”
Kesi was a reasonable woman. She was a logical woman. She was an intelligent woman. To suggest otherwise would be foolish! Parrish the thought! So money, of course, would be the typical answer… if you were a dummy. But Kesi wasn’t that. She was the only sane person in a world filled with insane people.
This was a golden opportunity for Kesi. She shouldn’t waste it. This man really wanted the book. And sure she could take his money but he looked like the type of man to not be able to offer more than what the circus could take in a day. And her money would just go to line her brother’s pockets, which at the end of the day wouldn’t matter much to him anyway. So she should do the one thing she always wanted to do. The one thing she never had been able to have in the circus.
“I want a tea party, mister!” Kesi said brightly. “I never had one of those. The type with little snacks and warm tea,” And not the tea she has to drink after a night with her brother either! Real, good tea! “And dresses and girly gossip! I’m sure a servant here has a dress you can borrow. It’ll be fun! We can pretend to be those mean gossipy brats! You know, the ones that annoy you but you secretly want to be just like them!”
Kesi was never what you would call a proper lady. In her childhood all Nem wanted to play was circus, and so she never got to do the girly things. And then when she moved to the circus it was all work. Playtime was over. So this would be a blast! And then she can run home and tell Nem that she had a tea party! Yes, this was absolutely what a sane, intelligent, logical, reasonable woman would do. A proper woman at that!
“Oh, oh! And pretty shoes too!” Kesi looked down at her feet. She always was barefoot. Shoes usually held her back. Because of this her feet looked rough and dirty. But fancy ladies don’t have feet like that right? “We’ll be the prettiest girls at the tea party!”
Kesi didn’t much care of the fact that he was certainly no woman. And it’s not like she didn’t have woman friends. Miri was okay, but she was a bit weird. And Delia reminded Kesi of her mom. There was the woman who stabbed her a while back… she was cool. But none of that mattered because none of them were here right now. But for one day only this man- no, this woman, would get the honor of being her best friend in the entire universe. And not the type that she wants to kill later either. Real besties! “That’s my offer. Take it or leave it!”
Khufu was absolutely and completely taken aback by her answer. She could have money, she could have rare books, she could have a myriad of other things and she was demanding... a tea party. He had to take a moment to make sure that he heard what she said correctly. Was she completely mad? She had to be.
And then her next demand. Fancy shoes and a dress? He still had no idea what to say. First of all, where was he supposed to find either things? And he was not even sure that he wanted to go through with this. Was this book worth it?
Gods damn it, it was. He wanted that book, it was one of a kind and the knowledge held in it might not be available any where else. He needed to get his hands on it and preserve it before this weird woman managed to wreck it. He hated seeing people having ownership of things without even knowing how much the knowledge they held was worth.
“Fine. Stay here.” He said, clearly not enthusiastic about the prospect of what this woman was making him do to earn this book. Thank the Gods that Zoser was not here and none of the servants would dare mention anything if Khufu told them not to.
He disappeared further into the library, trying to find the items that she had requested. It took a bit of searching, but he managed to return with a dress, a pair of women’s shoes for Kesi, and the slaves were making tea which would be brought.
“Do I really have to do this?” He grumbled, staring at the plain and boring dress that he had found. It wasn’t anything overly fancy, but it was the only real thing that he found from one of the slaves that might have a chance to fit him. He would get through this as quick as he could and he would add the book to the libraries collection and he would tell Zoser that he simply paid for it.
“I want the book to be in my possession first, and then I will put on the dress and we will have tea.” He stated. He wasn’t about to do it with the book still in her possession and then have her laugh and leave with the book anyways. If he was going to absolutely embarrass himself, he was going to make sure that he would at least get the thing that he was embarrassing himself for.
“Nassor!” He called and the man hurried over.
“Pass the book to Nassor and he will make sure it gets put away carefully in the possession of the library, and then the tea and food will be brought and we can do what ever it is you want.” He said. Still not entirely sure what she was even getting out of this strange deal. She could tell the story if she wanted, but who would believe her over a notable scholar in the Pharaohs library?
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Khufu was absolutely and completely taken aback by her answer. She could have money, she could have rare books, she could have a myriad of other things and she was demanding... a tea party. He had to take a moment to make sure that he heard what she said correctly. Was she completely mad? She had to be.
And then her next demand. Fancy shoes and a dress? He still had no idea what to say. First of all, where was he supposed to find either things? And he was not even sure that he wanted to go through with this. Was this book worth it?
Gods damn it, it was. He wanted that book, it was one of a kind and the knowledge held in it might not be available any where else. He needed to get his hands on it and preserve it before this weird woman managed to wreck it. He hated seeing people having ownership of things without even knowing how much the knowledge they held was worth.
“Fine. Stay here.” He said, clearly not enthusiastic about the prospect of what this woman was making him do to earn this book. Thank the Gods that Zoser was not here and none of the servants would dare mention anything if Khufu told them not to.
He disappeared further into the library, trying to find the items that she had requested. It took a bit of searching, but he managed to return with a dress, a pair of women’s shoes for Kesi, and the slaves were making tea which would be brought.
“Do I really have to do this?” He grumbled, staring at the plain and boring dress that he had found. It wasn’t anything overly fancy, but it was the only real thing that he found from one of the slaves that might have a chance to fit him. He would get through this as quick as he could and he would add the book to the libraries collection and he would tell Zoser that he simply paid for it.
“I want the book to be in my possession first, and then I will put on the dress and we will have tea.” He stated. He wasn’t about to do it with the book still in her possession and then have her laugh and leave with the book anyways. If he was going to absolutely embarrass himself, he was going to make sure that he would at least get the thing that he was embarrassing himself for.
“Nassor!” He called and the man hurried over.
“Pass the book to Nassor and he will make sure it gets put away carefully in the possession of the library, and then the tea and food will be brought and we can do what ever it is you want.” He said. Still not entirely sure what she was even getting out of this strange deal. She could tell the story if she wanted, but who would believe her over a notable scholar in the Pharaohs library?
Khufu was absolutely and completely taken aback by her answer. She could have money, she could have rare books, she could have a myriad of other things and she was demanding... a tea party. He had to take a moment to make sure that he heard what she said correctly. Was she completely mad? She had to be.
And then her next demand. Fancy shoes and a dress? He still had no idea what to say. First of all, where was he supposed to find either things? And he was not even sure that he wanted to go through with this. Was this book worth it?
Gods damn it, it was. He wanted that book, it was one of a kind and the knowledge held in it might not be available any where else. He needed to get his hands on it and preserve it before this weird woman managed to wreck it. He hated seeing people having ownership of things without even knowing how much the knowledge they held was worth.
“Fine. Stay here.” He said, clearly not enthusiastic about the prospect of what this woman was making him do to earn this book. Thank the Gods that Zoser was not here and none of the servants would dare mention anything if Khufu told them not to.
He disappeared further into the library, trying to find the items that she had requested. It took a bit of searching, but he managed to return with a dress, a pair of women’s shoes for Kesi, and the slaves were making tea which would be brought.
“Do I really have to do this?” He grumbled, staring at the plain and boring dress that he had found. It wasn’t anything overly fancy, but it was the only real thing that he found from one of the slaves that might have a chance to fit him. He would get through this as quick as he could and he would add the book to the libraries collection and he would tell Zoser that he simply paid for it.
“I want the book to be in my possession first, and then I will put on the dress and we will have tea.” He stated. He wasn’t about to do it with the book still in her possession and then have her laugh and leave with the book anyways. If he was going to absolutely embarrass himself, he was going to make sure that he would at least get the thing that he was embarrassing himself for.
“Nassor!” He called and the man hurried over.
“Pass the book to Nassor and he will make sure it gets put away carefully in the possession of the library, and then the tea and food will be brought and we can do what ever it is you want.” He said. Still not entirely sure what she was even getting out of this strange deal. She could tell the story if she wanted, but who would believe her over a notable scholar in the Pharaohs library?
Kesi could not believe this was happening. She was going to have a real tea party! And the cherry on top was that the man was willing to dress as a woman. Honestly how valuable was this book? She knew that it was ancient, filled with techniques that were lost in time, but age wasn’t the only factor was it? Besides, how would a random old woman at a market so many years ago come to hold it? This interaction was already living Kesi with more questions than she cared to have.
Oh well, she got what she wanted. It wasn’t too often Kesi got what she wanted. Her life was dedicated to another person, after all. Sure, occasionally she might pout, but that typically amounted to nothing. And never ever could Kesi convince one of the men at the circus to get in a dress and have a tea party with her. This was absolutely once in a lifetime and Kesi would not squander it.
At the request that the book is already handed to in the library, Kesi narrowed her eyes at Khufu. “You better not back out of our deal, mister.” She would be very, very upset. And that was not an emotion this man would want to deal with. Kesi feeling negative emotion, aside from annoyance, was rare. But when she felt it she was just a stone throw away from it turning into violence.
Not that he would know. She was, of course, just a tiny, innocent girl.
After handing the book, however reluctantly, to Nassor, Kesi perked back up again. The dress Khufu found for Kesi was pretty enough. It was a little long, but Kesi wasn’t all too surprised. She was shorter than the average woman, and with the oddity of her request it’s not as if he had time to preprepare. It was a little modest for Kesi who typically wore a kalasiris that exposed her breast, but she lied how it flowed. It made her feel like some of the noble ladies that would come to the circus. Kesi also rarely wore shoes, finding them to be restricting and inflexible. But a fancy, proper lady mustn’t get her feet dirty. Dirt was for the poor common folk after all.
Kesi looked like a child on her birthday. She was happy, excited with eyes wide with wonderment. This was going to be the best day ever. “Oh, oh, oh this is going to be so great!” Kesi clapped her hands before she sat down. “What do girls normally do with these types of parties? Oh, they gossip right? What’s the latest gossip around the palace?” She tilted her head curiously. Normally a subject Kesi wouldn’t care about at all. Gossip was… unimportant. And it would typically involve names that Kesi couldn’t keep straight. This was more of a concern for her brother, and even then she didn’t know how concerned he would really be. The circus was a separate entity outside of Egyptian politics. But… this was a tea party, so she had to play the part!
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Kesi could not believe this was happening. She was going to have a real tea party! And the cherry on top was that the man was willing to dress as a woman. Honestly how valuable was this book? She knew that it was ancient, filled with techniques that were lost in time, but age wasn’t the only factor was it? Besides, how would a random old woman at a market so many years ago come to hold it? This interaction was already living Kesi with more questions than she cared to have.
Oh well, she got what she wanted. It wasn’t too often Kesi got what she wanted. Her life was dedicated to another person, after all. Sure, occasionally she might pout, but that typically amounted to nothing. And never ever could Kesi convince one of the men at the circus to get in a dress and have a tea party with her. This was absolutely once in a lifetime and Kesi would not squander it.
At the request that the book is already handed to in the library, Kesi narrowed her eyes at Khufu. “You better not back out of our deal, mister.” She would be very, very upset. And that was not an emotion this man would want to deal with. Kesi feeling negative emotion, aside from annoyance, was rare. But when she felt it she was just a stone throw away from it turning into violence.
Not that he would know. She was, of course, just a tiny, innocent girl.
After handing the book, however reluctantly, to Nassor, Kesi perked back up again. The dress Khufu found for Kesi was pretty enough. It was a little long, but Kesi wasn’t all too surprised. She was shorter than the average woman, and with the oddity of her request it’s not as if he had time to preprepare. It was a little modest for Kesi who typically wore a kalasiris that exposed her breast, but she lied how it flowed. It made her feel like some of the noble ladies that would come to the circus. Kesi also rarely wore shoes, finding them to be restricting and inflexible. But a fancy, proper lady mustn’t get her feet dirty. Dirt was for the poor common folk after all.
Kesi looked like a child on her birthday. She was happy, excited with eyes wide with wonderment. This was going to be the best day ever. “Oh, oh, oh this is going to be so great!” Kesi clapped her hands before she sat down. “What do girls normally do with these types of parties? Oh, they gossip right? What’s the latest gossip around the palace?” She tilted her head curiously. Normally a subject Kesi wouldn’t care about at all. Gossip was… unimportant. And it would typically involve names that Kesi couldn’t keep straight. This was more of a concern for her brother, and even then she didn’t know how concerned he would really be. The circus was a separate entity outside of Egyptian politics. But… this was a tea party, so she had to play the part!
Kesi could not believe this was happening. She was going to have a real tea party! And the cherry on top was that the man was willing to dress as a woman. Honestly how valuable was this book? She knew that it was ancient, filled with techniques that were lost in time, but age wasn’t the only factor was it? Besides, how would a random old woman at a market so many years ago come to hold it? This interaction was already living Kesi with more questions than she cared to have.
Oh well, she got what she wanted. It wasn’t too often Kesi got what she wanted. Her life was dedicated to another person, after all. Sure, occasionally she might pout, but that typically amounted to nothing. And never ever could Kesi convince one of the men at the circus to get in a dress and have a tea party with her. This was absolutely once in a lifetime and Kesi would not squander it.
At the request that the book is already handed to in the library, Kesi narrowed her eyes at Khufu. “You better not back out of our deal, mister.” She would be very, very upset. And that was not an emotion this man would want to deal with. Kesi feeling negative emotion, aside from annoyance, was rare. But when she felt it she was just a stone throw away from it turning into violence.
Not that he would know. She was, of course, just a tiny, innocent girl.
After handing the book, however reluctantly, to Nassor, Kesi perked back up again. The dress Khufu found for Kesi was pretty enough. It was a little long, but Kesi wasn’t all too surprised. She was shorter than the average woman, and with the oddity of her request it’s not as if he had time to preprepare. It was a little modest for Kesi who typically wore a kalasiris that exposed her breast, but she lied how it flowed. It made her feel like some of the noble ladies that would come to the circus. Kesi also rarely wore shoes, finding them to be restricting and inflexible. But a fancy, proper lady mustn’t get her feet dirty. Dirt was for the poor common folk after all.
Kesi looked like a child on her birthday. She was happy, excited with eyes wide with wonderment. This was going to be the best day ever. “Oh, oh, oh this is going to be so great!” Kesi clapped her hands before she sat down. “What do girls normally do with these types of parties? Oh, they gossip right? What’s the latest gossip around the palace?” She tilted her head curiously. Normally a subject Kesi wouldn’t care about at all. Gossip was… unimportant. And it would typically involve names that Kesi couldn’t keep straight. This was more of a concern for her brother, and even then she didn’t know how concerned he would really be. The circus was a separate entity outside of Egyptian politics. But… this was a tea party, so she had to play the part!
Khufu, as much as he hated it, would stick to his word even as the book was handed over and Nassor took it off to be copied and then carefully filed away. How he wished he was the type to break this deal and have her escorted out without having to go through with this absolutely humiliating task. This was not something that would be spoken of to anyone, and if it was brought up by the woman, he would simply feign ignorance and insist she must be mistaken. He was likely to be believed over her. He might not have been nobility of any sort, but in job title alone he held more sway than she did he was sure.
When both were dressed up and sat down across from each other at the table, Kesi looking overly excited and Khufu looking miserable, the tea was brought and placed on the table in front of them along with a few small snacks.
“I have no idea.” He shrugged. He was already in a sour mood from having to do this to start with, and he was not the type to listen to gossip to start with. His world was rooted in solid fact, proven by years of study or historical accounts written by those who had witnessed the events. He placed little stock in the rumours or politics of the upper class, though he worked in the palace.
But he figured he had to appease her, so he tried to wrack his brain for any little tidbit that perhaps he had heard or his wife had told him. Something. Anything.
“I have heard tell that one of the younger men in a noble family have a secret bastard son. One which the mother intends to reveal soon.” He said, recalling a thing he had heard at some point in the recent past. Who the noble was? He could not recall if the gossipers had said, nor could he recall where or when he had heard such things. Khufu was not a forgetful man, nor was he unintelligent. He just didn’t care to remember gossip.
What did it matter to him if some noble Lord had spawned a bastard child? It didn’t. It wouldn’t affect him in the slightest. But perhaps it would at least be enough to satisfy her in her decision that they needed to gossip.
It had been all that had come to his mind in terms of gossip. So instead he busied himself pouring them both out tea in the cups in front of them, hoping to speed this whole thing along and then hurried forget it had even happened.
“Your turn then. What gossip do you have for us to speak about?” He asked, wondering if she had anything interesting to bring up. Perhaps she would reveal something in the moment that would be more laid in fact than fiction. He doubted it, but one could hope at least.
He picked up his tea and took a sip, fighting his hardest not to make a face at the taste. He was not one to drink tea, his beverage of choice was and had always been wine.
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Khufu, as much as he hated it, would stick to his word even as the book was handed over and Nassor took it off to be copied and then carefully filed away. How he wished he was the type to break this deal and have her escorted out without having to go through with this absolutely humiliating task. This was not something that would be spoken of to anyone, and if it was brought up by the woman, he would simply feign ignorance and insist she must be mistaken. He was likely to be believed over her. He might not have been nobility of any sort, but in job title alone he held more sway than she did he was sure.
When both were dressed up and sat down across from each other at the table, Kesi looking overly excited and Khufu looking miserable, the tea was brought and placed on the table in front of them along with a few small snacks.
“I have no idea.” He shrugged. He was already in a sour mood from having to do this to start with, and he was not the type to listen to gossip to start with. His world was rooted in solid fact, proven by years of study or historical accounts written by those who had witnessed the events. He placed little stock in the rumours or politics of the upper class, though he worked in the palace.
But he figured he had to appease her, so he tried to wrack his brain for any little tidbit that perhaps he had heard or his wife had told him. Something. Anything.
“I have heard tell that one of the younger men in a noble family have a secret bastard son. One which the mother intends to reveal soon.” He said, recalling a thing he had heard at some point in the recent past. Who the noble was? He could not recall if the gossipers had said, nor could he recall where or when he had heard such things. Khufu was not a forgetful man, nor was he unintelligent. He just didn’t care to remember gossip.
What did it matter to him if some noble Lord had spawned a bastard child? It didn’t. It wouldn’t affect him in the slightest. But perhaps it would at least be enough to satisfy her in her decision that they needed to gossip.
It had been all that had come to his mind in terms of gossip. So instead he busied himself pouring them both out tea in the cups in front of them, hoping to speed this whole thing along and then hurried forget it had even happened.
“Your turn then. What gossip do you have for us to speak about?” He asked, wondering if she had anything interesting to bring up. Perhaps she would reveal something in the moment that would be more laid in fact than fiction. He doubted it, but one could hope at least.
He picked up his tea and took a sip, fighting his hardest not to make a face at the taste. He was not one to drink tea, his beverage of choice was and had always been wine.
Khufu, as much as he hated it, would stick to his word even as the book was handed over and Nassor took it off to be copied and then carefully filed away. How he wished he was the type to break this deal and have her escorted out without having to go through with this absolutely humiliating task. This was not something that would be spoken of to anyone, and if it was brought up by the woman, he would simply feign ignorance and insist she must be mistaken. He was likely to be believed over her. He might not have been nobility of any sort, but in job title alone he held more sway than she did he was sure.
When both were dressed up and sat down across from each other at the table, Kesi looking overly excited and Khufu looking miserable, the tea was brought and placed on the table in front of them along with a few small snacks.
“I have no idea.” He shrugged. He was already in a sour mood from having to do this to start with, and he was not the type to listen to gossip to start with. His world was rooted in solid fact, proven by years of study or historical accounts written by those who had witnessed the events. He placed little stock in the rumours or politics of the upper class, though he worked in the palace.
But he figured he had to appease her, so he tried to wrack his brain for any little tidbit that perhaps he had heard or his wife had told him. Something. Anything.
“I have heard tell that one of the younger men in a noble family have a secret bastard son. One which the mother intends to reveal soon.” He said, recalling a thing he had heard at some point in the recent past. Who the noble was? He could not recall if the gossipers had said, nor could he recall where or when he had heard such things. Khufu was not a forgetful man, nor was he unintelligent. He just didn’t care to remember gossip.
What did it matter to him if some noble Lord had spawned a bastard child? It didn’t. It wouldn’t affect him in the slightest. But perhaps it would at least be enough to satisfy her in her decision that they needed to gossip.
It had been all that had come to his mind in terms of gossip. So instead he busied himself pouring them both out tea in the cups in front of them, hoping to speed this whole thing along and then hurried forget it had even happened.
“Your turn then. What gossip do you have for us to speak about?” He asked, wondering if she had anything interesting to bring up. Perhaps she would reveal something in the moment that would be more laid in fact than fiction. He doubted it, but one could hope at least.
He picked up his tea and took a sip, fighting his hardest not to make a face at the taste. He was not one to drink tea, his beverage of choice was and had always been wine.
A birth secret?! Scandalous! Birth secrets were so juicy! He started right off the bat with what was likely the biggest secret in the whole wide world! After all, one’s birth was pivotal to who they were. Parents defined the child. Kesi couldn’t even imagine that poor son who was hidden probably all his life. What if he didn’t even know? Kesi couldn’t imagine having a birth secret of that magnitude. His mind must be going crazy.
Luckily she never had to think about that. She knew her parents were.
But starting up with something like that? How was Kesi going to compare?! She didn’t know real secrets. She was a performer, but she wasn’t very good at talking to people. It was shocking, she knew. Kesi played it off the best she could, but surprisingly the girl struggled a lot when it came to… connecting. She just couldn’t understand the way people thought. They were so weird! And that struggle with connection made it harder for people to tell her gossip. Kesi was a good listener and a really good secret keeper! It really didn’t make much sense at all.
“You’re starting with such good stuff! I dunno if I can match that!” Kesi complimented as she sipped her tea. Oh! It was good! Kesi didn’t drink tea too often. Honestly, she didn’t much like it, having to make it nightly for her father in the past. She really only drank the real bitter, gross tea after spending a night with her brother.
Oh! That’s who she could talk about! Amenemhat! There had to be something her brother did that was interesting but not too dangerous to share. She wouldn’t talk about what she and her brother did, of course. They did lots and lots of real secret things. But there had to be something less secret that would be interesting…
“Oh! My brother came back from Alexandria recently. He always brings really cool things from there. He told me there’s a little cove that’s not far from the main city that sells lots of cool things that you can’t get anywhere else. There’s a girl he meets there too that’s really good at getting things. A… A…” Kesi was awful with names and this was one of them. Her eyebrows scrunched together. It started with an A… but that didn’t narrow things down! This wasn’t a name that was important to her! The fact that she knew it was an A was surprising to begin with. “I can’t remember.”
Kesi reached over to nibble on one of the little treats. This was so nice. This man was the best! Kesi can’t believe he actually did this and didn’t back out of their deal. “Thank you, mister.” Kesi said sincerely. She knew that noble girls were supposed to be polite too when they had tea, and Kesi was going to be really polite. This mister was fun! “You made me really happy!”
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A birth secret?! Scandalous! Birth secrets were so juicy! He started right off the bat with what was likely the biggest secret in the whole wide world! After all, one’s birth was pivotal to who they were. Parents defined the child. Kesi couldn’t even imagine that poor son who was hidden probably all his life. What if he didn’t even know? Kesi couldn’t imagine having a birth secret of that magnitude. His mind must be going crazy.
Luckily she never had to think about that. She knew her parents were.
But starting up with something like that? How was Kesi going to compare?! She didn’t know real secrets. She was a performer, but she wasn’t very good at talking to people. It was shocking, she knew. Kesi played it off the best she could, but surprisingly the girl struggled a lot when it came to… connecting. She just couldn’t understand the way people thought. They were so weird! And that struggle with connection made it harder for people to tell her gossip. Kesi was a good listener and a really good secret keeper! It really didn’t make much sense at all.
“You’re starting with such good stuff! I dunno if I can match that!” Kesi complimented as she sipped her tea. Oh! It was good! Kesi didn’t drink tea too often. Honestly, she didn’t much like it, having to make it nightly for her father in the past. She really only drank the real bitter, gross tea after spending a night with her brother.
Oh! That’s who she could talk about! Amenemhat! There had to be something her brother did that was interesting but not too dangerous to share. She wouldn’t talk about what she and her brother did, of course. They did lots and lots of real secret things. But there had to be something less secret that would be interesting…
“Oh! My brother came back from Alexandria recently. He always brings really cool things from there. He told me there’s a little cove that’s not far from the main city that sells lots of cool things that you can’t get anywhere else. There’s a girl he meets there too that’s really good at getting things. A… A…” Kesi was awful with names and this was one of them. Her eyebrows scrunched together. It started with an A… but that didn’t narrow things down! This wasn’t a name that was important to her! The fact that she knew it was an A was surprising to begin with. “I can’t remember.”
Kesi reached over to nibble on one of the little treats. This was so nice. This man was the best! Kesi can’t believe he actually did this and didn’t back out of their deal. “Thank you, mister.” Kesi said sincerely. She knew that noble girls were supposed to be polite too when they had tea, and Kesi was going to be really polite. This mister was fun! “You made me really happy!”
A birth secret?! Scandalous! Birth secrets were so juicy! He started right off the bat with what was likely the biggest secret in the whole wide world! After all, one’s birth was pivotal to who they were. Parents defined the child. Kesi couldn’t even imagine that poor son who was hidden probably all his life. What if he didn’t even know? Kesi couldn’t imagine having a birth secret of that magnitude. His mind must be going crazy.
Luckily she never had to think about that. She knew her parents were.
But starting up with something like that? How was Kesi going to compare?! She didn’t know real secrets. She was a performer, but she wasn’t very good at talking to people. It was shocking, she knew. Kesi played it off the best she could, but surprisingly the girl struggled a lot when it came to… connecting. She just couldn’t understand the way people thought. They were so weird! And that struggle with connection made it harder for people to tell her gossip. Kesi was a good listener and a really good secret keeper! It really didn’t make much sense at all.
“You’re starting with such good stuff! I dunno if I can match that!” Kesi complimented as she sipped her tea. Oh! It was good! Kesi didn’t drink tea too often. Honestly, she didn’t much like it, having to make it nightly for her father in the past. She really only drank the real bitter, gross tea after spending a night with her brother.
Oh! That’s who she could talk about! Amenemhat! There had to be something her brother did that was interesting but not too dangerous to share. She wouldn’t talk about what she and her brother did, of course. They did lots and lots of real secret things. But there had to be something less secret that would be interesting…
“Oh! My brother came back from Alexandria recently. He always brings really cool things from there. He told me there’s a little cove that’s not far from the main city that sells lots of cool things that you can’t get anywhere else. There’s a girl he meets there too that’s really good at getting things. A… A…” Kesi was awful with names and this was one of them. Her eyebrows scrunched together. It started with an A… but that didn’t narrow things down! This wasn’t a name that was important to her! The fact that she knew it was an A was surprising to begin with. “I can’t remember.”
Kesi reached over to nibble on one of the little treats. This was so nice. This man was the best! Kesi can’t believe he actually did this and didn’t back out of their deal. “Thank you, mister.” Kesi said sincerely. She knew that noble girls were supposed to be polite too when they had tea, and Kesi was going to be really polite. This mister was fun! “You made me really happy!”
Khufu was glad that the other seemed content with the gossip he provided. He had no clue how true it was, or who it was about or if it was any sort of good gossip. He just didn’t have much in terms of gossip. He didn’t care much for it, he preferred cold hard facts to random gossip. Gossip never got anyone any where.
He listened to her gossip and noted it, though he wasn’t sure what it meant to him, or what to really do with the information. But perhaps it was something to look into, especially with the library being built in Alexandria. Perhaps it was something for him to report and have someone look into, but for now he tucked the information away to figure out what to do with it later.
He didn’t care that she was happy really, didn’t care that she thanked him for doing this. He wanted back into his normal clothes and wanted to go back to his normal day and put this all behind him. This was something he wanted to just... pretend never happened. And definitely something no one would ever find out about.
“I’m glad I could help.” He stated, giving her a smile, or at least as much of a smile as he could manage while he thought about whether or not the book she had given him really was worth this. Surely he could get her out of there soon, and he could go back to slacking off at work.
“Is there anything else then, that your tea party requires?” He asked, he had done everything she asked for so far, and he wouldn’t do much more. He figured that he had more than paid for the book already. This was all absolutely embarrassing, and could land him in some trouble if it some how got to the wrong ears.
“If we are done here, I would appreciate the chance to return to my own clothing.” He added on, hoping that she was satisfied now. She had thoroughly made him pay for the book, and he would much rather have just given her the money that he had offered previously. There was nothing he could think of that was more embarrassing than this moment, and completely uncomfortable if he was being honest. He at least had been able to find a modest dress instead of something revealing. The small things he supposed.
He also worried that someone would come into the library and he would be caught, dressed as a woman and having tea with this strange person that he had only just met. It would take a lot of explaining if someone did come across it.
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Khufu was glad that the other seemed content with the gossip he provided. He had no clue how true it was, or who it was about or if it was any sort of good gossip. He just didn’t have much in terms of gossip. He didn’t care much for it, he preferred cold hard facts to random gossip. Gossip never got anyone any where.
He listened to her gossip and noted it, though he wasn’t sure what it meant to him, or what to really do with the information. But perhaps it was something to look into, especially with the library being built in Alexandria. Perhaps it was something for him to report and have someone look into, but for now he tucked the information away to figure out what to do with it later.
He didn’t care that she was happy really, didn’t care that she thanked him for doing this. He wanted back into his normal clothes and wanted to go back to his normal day and put this all behind him. This was something he wanted to just... pretend never happened. And definitely something no one would ever find out about.
“I’m glad I could help.” He stated, giving her a smile, or at least as much of a smile as he could manage while he thought about whether or not the book she had given him really was worth this. Surely he could get her out of there soon, and he could go back to slacking off at work.
“Is there anything else then, that your tea party requires?” He asked, he had done everything she asked for so far, and he wouldn’t do much more. He figured that he had more than paid for the book already. This was all absolutely embarrassing, and could land him in some trouble if it some how got to the wrong ears.
“If we are done here, I would appreciate the chance to return to my own clothing.” He added on, hoping that she was satisfied now. She had thoroughly made him pay for the book, and he would much rather have just given her the money that he had offered previously. There was nothing he could think of that was more embarrassing than this moment, and completely uncomfortable if he was being honest. He at least had been able to find a modest dress instead of something revealing. The small things he supposed.
He also worried that someone would come into the library and he would be caught, dressed as a woman and having tea with this strange person that he had only just met. It would take a lot of explaining if someone did come across it.
Khufu was glad that the other seemed content with the gossip he provided. He had no clue how true it was, or who it was about or if it was any sort of good gossip. He just didn’t have much in terms of gossip. He didn’t care much for it, he preferred cold hard facts to random gossip. Gossip never got anyone any where.
He listened to her gossip and noted it, though he wasn’t sure what it meant to him, or what to really do with the information. But perhaps it was something to look into, especially with the library being built in Alexandria. Perhaps it was something for him to report and have someone look into, but for now he tucked the information away to figure out what to do with it later.
He didn’t care that she was happy really, didn’t care that she thanked him for doing this. He wanted back into his normal clothes and wanted to go back to his normal day and put this all behind him. This was something he wanted to just... pretend never happened. And definitely something no one would ever find out about.
“I’m glad I could help.” He stated, giving her a smile, or at least as much of a smile as he could manage while he thought about whether or not the book she had given him really was worth this. Surely he could get her out of there soon, and he could go back to slacking off at work.
“Is there anything else then, that your tea party requires?” He asked, he had done everything she asked for so far, and he wouldn’t do much more. He figured that he had more than paid for the book already. This was all absolutely embarrassing, and could land him in some trouble if it some how got to the wrong ears.
“If we are done here, I would appreciate the chance to return to my own clothing.” He added on, hoping that she was satisfied now. She had thoroughly made him pay for the book, and he would much rather have just given her the money that he had offered previously. There was nothing he could think of that was more embarrassing than this moment, and completely uncomfortable if he was being honest. He at least had been able to find a modest dress instead of something revealing. The small things he supposed.
He also worried that someone would come into the library and he would be caught, dressed as a woman and having tea with this strange person that he had only just met. It would take a lot of explaining if someone did come across it.
He didn’t seem to be having fun. He seemed to want to hurry it along quite quickly. Well, that was rude. This was a tea party. Parties are supposed to be fun. He probably didn’t do much partying, did he? Kesi supposed he did work in a library. Kesi thought learning was fun, but a lot of people didn’t. And Kesi did have fun besides learning. If he worked with scrolls and books, he probably only read those. He probably didn’t go to parties. He probably didn’t even get invited to parties.
Which means Kesi did a good thing today. This man his very first party and he got a book out of it! He was probably going to tell all of his friends, if he even had any, of this day. He was going to go on and on about his first party. And his friends were probably library workers too (because who else would he have to interact with?). They would be so jealous. Not only did Kesi give him his first party, but she made him the coolest person who worked here! Kesi was such a good person.
He might not be having fun now but when he realized the opportunity that Kesi gave him, he’ll be all smiles. It’s okay. Kesi wasn’t the least bit upset. Though perhaps he didn’t like the dress. It didn’t look too comfy. And maybe there was the problem about men doing girly things in Egypt. But why would anyone care when this was clearly a tea party?
Oh well. Kesi had finished her tea and had her little snacks and gossiped. What more was there to do? That’s all they do right? Gossip, eat, and drink tea? Kesi had the chance to be a proper lady today and now her dream has come true. And she could tell her brother all about this wonderful day. “Oh, yes, yes! That dress doesn’t look good on you at all. Besides you shouldn’t work in a dress. That would be really weird.” Kesi nodded as she stood from her chair. “I hope you like the book, Mister! Take your time reading it. Oh, and I wouldn’t recommend what it suggest for antivenom for Egyptian python bites. It’ll just agitate the wound and slow the death, not stop it. Also, don’t get bit by an Egyptian python.” That would be horribly sad. Then there wouldn’t be any cool people that have gone to a party in the library again.
Kesi got changed to her normal clothes and returned the dress to the man with a large smile. She might not remember his name, but she’ll always remember this day. “Thank you again, mister!” She giggled as she ran off, probably to scour the market for some book seeming as the library was a complete waste of time. Who would have thought the library of all places would have such useless literature?
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He didn’t seem to be having fun. He seemed to want to hurry it along quite quickly. Well, that was rude. This was a tea party. Parties are supposed to be fun. He probably didn’t do much partying, did he? Kesi supposed he did work in a library. Kesi thought learning was fun, but a lot of people didn’t. And Kesi did have fun besides learning. If he worked with scrolls and books, he probably only read those. He probably didn’t go to parties. He probably didn’t even get invited to parties.
Which means Kesi did a good thing today. This man his very first party and he got a book out of it! He was probably going to tell all of his friends, if he even had any, of this day. He was going to go on and on about his first party. And his friends were probably library workers too (because who else would he have to interact with?). They would be so jealous. Not only did Kesi give him his first party, but she made him the coolest person who worked here! Kesi was such a good person.
He might not be having fun now but when he realized the opportunity that Kesi gave him, he’ll be all smiles. It’s okay. Kesi wasn’t the least bit upset. Though perhaps he didn’t like the dress. It didn’t look too comfy. And maybe there was the problem about men doing girly things in Egypt. But why would anyone care when this was clearly a tea party?
Oh well. Kesi had finished her tea and had her little snacks and gossiped. What more was there to do? That’s all they do right? Gossip, eat, and drink tea? Kesi had the chance to be a proper lady today and now her dream has come true. And she could tell her brother all about this wonderful day. “Oh, yes, yes! That dress doesn’t look good on you at all. Besides you shouldn’t work in a dress. That would be really weird.” Kesi nodded as she stood from her chair. “I hope you like the book, Mister! Take your time reading it. Oh, and I wouldn’t recommend what it suggest for antivenom for Egyptian python bites. It’ll just agitate the wound and slow the death, not stop it. Also, don’t get bit by an Egyptian python.” That would be horribly sad. Then there wouldn’t be any cool people that have gone to a party in the library again.
Kesi got changed to her normal clothes and returned the dress to the man with a large smile. She might not remember his name, but she’ll always remember this day. “Thank you again, mister!” She giggled as she ran off, probably to scour the market for some book seeming as the library was a complete waste of time. Who would have thought the library of all places would have such useless literature?
He didn’t seem to be having fun. He seemed to want to hurry it along quite quickly. Well, that was rude. This was a tea party. Parties are supposed to be fun. He probably didn’t do much partying, did he? Kesi supposed he did work in a library. Kesi thought learning was fun, but a lot of people didn’t. And Kesi did have fun besides learning. If he worked with scrolls and books, he probably only read those. He probably didn’t go to parties. He probably didn’t even get invited to parties.
Which means Kesi did a good thing today. This man his very first party and he got a book out of it! He was probably going to tell all of his friends, if he even had any, of this day. He was going to go on and on about his first party. And his friends were probably library workers too (because who else would he have to interact with?). They would be so jealous. Not only did Kesi give him his first party, but she made him the coolest person who worked here! Kesi was such a good person.
He might not be having fun now but when he realized the opportunity that Kesi gave him, he’ll be all smiles. It’s okay. Kesi wasn’t the least bit upset. Though perhaps he didn’t like the dress. It didn’t look too comfy. And maybe there was the problem about men doing girly things in Egypt. But why would anyone care when this was clearly a tea party?
Oh well. Kesi had finished her tea and had her little snacks and gossiped. What more was there to do? That’s all they do right? Gossip, eat, and drink tea? Kesi had the chance to be a proper lady today and now her dream has come true. And she could tell her brother all about this wonderful day. “Oh, yes, yes! That dress doesn’t look good on you at all. Besides you shouldn’t work in a dress. That would be really weird.” Kesi nodded as she stood from her chair. “I hope you like the book, Mister! Take your time reading it. Oh, and I wouldn’t recommend what it suggest for antivenom for Egyptian python bites. It’ll just agitate the wound and slow the death, not stop it. Also, don’t get bit by an Egyptian python.” That would be horribly sad. Then there wouldn’t be any cool people that have gone to a party in the library again.
Kesi got changed to her normal clothes and returned the dress to the man with a large smile. She might not remember his name, but she’ll always remember this day. “Thank you again, mister!” She giggled as she ran off, probably to scour the market for some book seeming as the library was a complete waste of time. Who would have thought the library of all places would have such useless literature?