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The Great Royal Wife, Sekhmet Meritamen, sat beneath the golden canopy of State flanked by her brother in law, Siamen, and KhenumRa, the two Tjaty of His Majesty. Directly behind her was the Medjay, General Ardeth Bay. As Great Caesar’s messenger, Caius Silenus Antonius, tribuni militares was brought before the in her Majesty’s audience hall, the Roman, like all Romans that she had ever encountered, showed the typical arrogance that their new expanding “Republic” had given them by right of conquest. In attendance he had brought an adolescent slave, a Greek boy who was perhaps fifteen at the most. The boy’s body was like a slender reed next to the expansive girth of the Roman that he served and his eyes darted nervously about the room, particularly at the court officials, attending priests and the Medjay that stood behind the Queen.

Silenus Antonius was not nearly as tall as her Divine Husband, Sekhmet noted, nor even as tall as His brother, Siamen or even the Medjay, Ardeth Bay. After a glance at Siamen, Sekhmet raised her hand to signal the herald that the Roman would be allowed to speak.

Raising his great hooked nose disdainfully, he began to recite the proclamation that Julius Caesar had entrusted him with. That the caius Julius Gaius Caesar, Dictator of Rome on the behalf of the People and Republic of Rome and by the will of the Senate demanded the sum of five thousand talents of gold.” On and on he droned of how the amount was owed for services rendered to the former Per’aa, Nebertjer. The monies were owed by the state, and the removal of that King by another did not render the debt null and void. A hush fell over the chamber, then men behind her stared hard at him anger held barely in check, while the Queen appeared thoughtful.

“Is that blood money, Tribune?” KhenumRa growled, “Why should we pay for what the pretender worked out with Rome?”

Sekhmet raised her hand and KhenumRa again quietened. With reluctance the Tjaty moved back to where he had been moments before, his knuckles were white within his crossed arms .


"We should make all effort to pay Rome the debt that we owe to its beneficience and goodwill toward Kemet, " the Queen said quietly, There was no outward sign of anger or irritation that showed upon her face except the absent tapping of the royal finger along the lotus flail sceptre within her hand.

"While Kemet does not need Rome's approval or recognition, we should make every effort that it recieves its just due." she turned to the scribe, the many uraeii that encircled her head glittered in the morning light that shone through the the airy chamber, “Do you understand Latin as well,” she asked him in Kemetic, “Can you transcribe it directly for me?”

"Yes, Majesty" her scribe replied, to her in Latin.

"Good,” she nodded, “ I want Caesar to be able to read and understand my meaning without assistance from Cleopatra or any other translator. It was my pleasure to be conversant with him in his own language in the past. I want there to be no misunderstanding between our two great Nations." Sekhmet fondled the long gold and lapis beads of her sceptre.

The scribe was handed a fresh roll of papyrus by his apprentice and as he lay it on his streched kilt, sitting at the ready. It was not until he looked at the queen expectantly that she continued.

"By the authority entrusted to me, the Hmt Weret Niswt, Sekhmet Meritamen, wife of the Great God, Tejti; May He live forever, I give the following decree: That every effort must be made to repay Egypt’s debt to Rome.”

“Your Majesty is most generous, “ Silenus Antonius, ignorantly interjected, clearly he was unawares of the protocol of Kemet’s court.

“Of course, Tribune Silenus Antonius,” she replied sweetly, ignoring the Roman’s ignornace, “We are a reasonable and civilized people.” She nodded to the scribe to indicate for him to begin writing again.

“One of Our ships shall be taken to collect this debt from Nubia to the port of Alexandria. Upon it shall be loaded all provisions for the expenditure of my decree on behalf of His Divine Majesty.”

No one moved, the stillness in the room was now profound. All eyes were on the Great Royal Wife.

“So that Rome will know that We are Kemet," she continued, " and that our Great Empire is true to Ma’at, let every Roman male, from Kush to the port of Alexandria shall be counted as enemies of the Egyptian Empire. As it was in the tradition of Warfare of our Great Akhu, each and every Roman male from Kush to the sea shall offer unto Caesar, his phallus, his hands and his head in sacrifice for his alliegence to Rome. So that Caesar and Rome will know that Kemet is a civilized land, and has every intention of paying its incurred debts, we decree that each slain Roman male found upon Egyptian soil will be coined in the mouth with one piece of solid gold. This is in accordance with Roman custom and respect for Rome's glorious dead and the selfless sacrifice of Her sons."

Tribune Silenus Antonius’ mouth had moved in stunned silence. When at last he found his voice he roared before them, his face like a blistering pomegranate.

“You dare to declare war on Rome? You cannot do that!” he bellowed, his great hooked beak of a nose resembling a squawking vulture, “You are a mere woman! You have no authority!”

“You forget where you stand, Noble Rome.” Sekhmet’s voice was calm, but the lotus scepter that shook in her hand aluded to her barely contained anger, “You are in my Nation, and you are subject to Our laws," Sekhmet smiled, "Therefore, I have decided that beginning with you, my decree shall be carried out.”

Turning to the slave boy, she fixed him with a stare, “You....boy. What is your name?”

“Protarchus” the lanky youth shook and bowed low before them. His eyes darted nervously over the Tribune Silenus Antonius, Siamen, KhenumRa and Ardeth whose hand was on the hilt of his sword.

“Protarchus,” she smiled at him, “Since you are not one of my people, and you are not Roman, you are to be spared, but you are being given the difficult task of delivering my message to Caesar. The boat will have Natron and Setem priests to preserve those things for Rome that are Rome’s. We no longer care to have them here. “

The youth nodded and looked at his feet, fear came from every pore in his body, but it was clear that being released from the man who was his Master was appealing. Sekhmet wondered if the youth had been used in ways that were distasteful. She shuddered to think of what the youth’s life must be like.

“Rome will not stand for this insult!" the Roman bellowed, "We shall bury you and your accursed lands!” Silenus Antonius stumbled forward, nearly tripping headlong into the lap of the Great Royal Wife. Before the Great Royal Wife could react to the Roman’s insolence, Ardeth and three other Medjay were on the Roman, restraining him, Ardeth pushed him to the floor, his booted foot on Silenus Antonius’ back, his schimitar held at the Roman’s throat.

“Rome has insulted us," she said quietly, "but as I explained to you, we are a civilized people and are doing all we can to ensure that Ma’at is done. Die well caius Silenus Antonius. This boy will explain to Caesar how you, a son of Rome, met your death. Will he recount that you died well? “ The Roman did not respond but lay panting beneath the feet and blades held uncomfortably at his body.

Rising from her throne, she moved toward the youth and lay a hand upon his shoulder. The Greek youth still trembling, tried to manage a smile as the small woman held his chin between her thumb and forefinger. “Be sure to tell Caesar that his friend, Queen Sekhmet will let him leave with his own head, hands and phallus if he leaves Egypt. Remind him that he has only so many sons of Rome here - and I have more than enough gold."




Muse: Sekhmet Meritamun
Fandom: Original Character / "En Intw Djerw Henet" (The Limit of Art Cannot Be Attained)
Word Count:1401
crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] writers_muses

OOC: This is totally meta and from a story that I wrote for this character some time ago. For any involved with RP with Sekhmet / Meryt, please don't sweat it. :)

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