There are fates worse than death…
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Chapter 30 – baserius
Baserius gripped his pen until his knuckles went white. One night. It had taken one bloody night for them to lose the girl. They were a bunch of imbeciles. He was furious. It was not only that Lynsey was gone but that he had been wrenched from the ritual before its completion. His jaw jutted forward as he gritted his teeth. Things were starting to unravel. Without the girl they wouldn’t be able to find the pyramids. Another source of the elixir was gone and the Brethren had seen a ritual incomplete but there would be no consequences. A hundred years of tradition was in jeopardy.
The catalogue of problems the brothers were recounting was not serving to quell his temper only fuel it. The brother talking carried on oblivious.
“During the fire she escaped on the yelks.”
“This should not have been enough for her to escape.” Didn’t you even put a guard on her tent?”
The priest looked nervous. “We did but she escaped by digging a hole in the sand. She had to have had help.”
*How did she have help?” Baserius voice took on a silken quality.
“One of the guards was overpowered by her. She can fight in a way never seen before with just her hands and body. The guard saw another female with her. She looked like a nomad.”
“illyara.” So that is where she got to. ”Didn’t you think to check your hirelings for anyone that could betray us?”
“We only had the night to prepare, sir.” The priest looked to his friend for help but none was forthcoming. “In any case we employed no women. She did not travel with our camp.”
“So she followed with her tribe. Even the nomads, think twice before entering the desert alone.”
You did send someone to follow them and bring them back I take it?”
The other Brother coughed and answered.
“There were no footprints and we have collected all the yelks. They are nowhere to be found.” He lowered his gaze to the ground.
Baserius thought for a moment his gaze looking through the men in front of him.
“There is no doubt it was the nomads then. They must think they have their Sekhmet. That is unfortunate. We started that myth to keep them in their place not to incite them to a revolution.” Baserius stood up suddenly, forcing the two priests in front to jerk up on to their feet. The pen he had been holding fell to the floor. “I think it is time to bring out our own Sekhmet.”
“Is that wise Sir?”
Baserius’ head whipped around at the audacity of the man.
“Are you questioning my judgement?”
The man’s face turned pale and he took an involuntary step back. Baserius ignored him, his gaze returning to the distance.
“I believe it is time for our leader to come out of retirement.” The priests prostrated themselves on the floor and left. The sounds of the camp dismantling outside disguised their departure. Before they left to return to Ghinari he would need to implement a gruelling ritual, partly to appease the Gods but also to distract his people. The last thing he needed was anyone thinking.
Chapter 1 - Duat Chapter 2 - London - Present Day Chapter 3 – Lynsey on Duat Chapter 4 - Nomads Chapter 5 - Scorpion Chapter 6 - The Dragon Temple Chapter 7 - Assassin Chapter 8 - The Luscious Luna Chapter 9 - Arkan Blade Chapter 10 - Kidnapped Chapter 11 - Rescue Chapter 12 - Modesty Chapter 13 - Banquet Chapter 14 - Arkan Chapter 15 - Dancing with the King Chapter 16 - Dragon Brotherhood Chapter 17 - Pico Chapter 18 – The Dragon Chapter 19 – Settling Down Chapter 20 – Danger Revealed Chapter 21 – Betrayal Chapter 22 - A Meeting of Minds Chapter 23 = Invisibility Chapter 24 - Desert Chapter 25 - Escape Chapter 26 - Gathering Chapter 27 - Search Chapter 28 - Temple Camp Chapter 29 - Decision