Neferu didn’t know what all the commotion was about. She had asked what was going on, but corpulent old Teta had merely pursed those fishy lips of hers and demanded Neferu “follow her.” Well, Neferu had followed, but she didn’t much like it. Teta- unlike herself- was a practicing priestess, after all, skilled in all the secrets of the Goddess Isis. What under Ra’s benevolent beams could she want then pulling Neferu, a lowly novice, out of her cot at this decidedly ungodly hour?
Scratching at her long, curling black locks, Neferu groggily stifled a yawn. Hastily hitching a fold of her robe back into place with her other hand, she resignedly padded along, trying to keep up with the surprisingly quick waddles of Teta.
Teta ushered the young girl into one of the small alcoves off the main chamber of worship in the temple. With a disgusted “hmph”, Teta left Neferu there and returned gratefully to the warm bed she had been forced to abandon.
A sound from behind. Neferu whirled around. "Rahotep! What are you doing here?"
The man's linen shirt shifted as he stood. "Is that any way to greet your husband?"
"Husband? You're no husband to me! All you ever think of is those sluts at the Blue Hippo!"
"Those 'sluts' know how to please a man." He moved closer, blocking the light. "It's time my wife pleased me."
"Stay away from me," she warned, her hand reaching behind her and finding an alabaster wine bottle. Without thinking, she crashed it down on his skull. Rahotep dropped to the floor.
Neferu let the broken vessel fall on him with a dull thud and stood still, waiting for her heart to settle down. What had she done? She had killed Rahotep, and now her heart would speak against her before Osiris.
She saw the dim form of one of the guards drawing near, and realized she would face the vizier long before she faced Osiris. Unless . . . "Help!" she cried. "Teta--Teta has slain my husband!"
Opening: Anonymous.....Continuation: Khazar-khum