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gold swatch— Om and the Palace Guards are led across the rooftops by a grubby street urchin. —

“Mehy! There’s a rebellion. Menkhaf has barricaded himself in. We’re going across the rooftops.”
“I’ve seen his soldiers. There are too many for you!”
“Not if we stay beyond their reach.”
“But you don’t know the way!”
“And I suppose you regularly go across these roof tops?”
“No. But I know somebody who has.”
“Oh really? Remind me to lock him up after this is over!”
“Okay. But can he help?”
Om let out a long sigh, and replied, “Oh alright. But it has to be in the next few minutes. Where is he?”
“Come here Fish!”
A grubby face emerged from the shadow of a building. It reminded Om of somebody.
“Lead us across the roofs to Menkhaf’s house!” Om whispered.
The grubby face looked at Mehy, who nodded. The boy led them in single file down Palace Street, to the end of the row of houses set against the wall. Keeping to the shadows, they passed so silently that even the citizens in cots only a few cubits away didn’t hear them. The boy rounded the last corner and pointed to a vine. He began to climb. Mehy came up behind, followed by Om and Anen, who, because of his size, needed considerable pushes from the soldiers to reach the first roof.
“Now where?” Om asked.
“Follow me. Watch out for pots and washing lines. There are many! And a cat or two.”

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Today’s News in: Rip – Find the Magic Key

gold swatch— Om and Mehy discuss the politics of the City and marriage in the Palace of Zawty. —

Today was the start of Renpet, or New Year, the festival that marked the flooding of its banks by the Iteru in high summer. Too hot for work, Om had long since decreed that the next twenty-seven days of each year should be set aside for celebration, all feasting and entertainment paid for by him. But he had a problem.
Mehy waited for him in one of the side-chambers of the Palace, breathless.
“What did you find out?” Om said, oiling his hair and adjusting his tunic.
“You have egg and breadcrumbs all over your face!” Mehy said, laughing.
The two had become close friends since Mehy introduced Om to Chen and thwarted the attempts by Pamiu to monopolise the frankincense trade. This had not pleased Pamiu, however, and he was the father of Om’s wife.
“They’re up to something,” the handsome young man replied.
“I know that! But what?”
“I saw Menkhaf go to Pamiu’s house late last night.”
“Hm. Walk with me. I need some fresh air. This frankincense is great for getting rid of the foul smells from the canal, but it’s bad for hangovers.”
Om led Mehy into the Palace garden while he thought things over
“They have both told me they can’t lend me the gold I need,” Om began thinking out loud. “This means I can only pay for the first ten days of the festival. I don’t believe them of course. They want something. And then they meet last night. Menkhaf has always fancied himself as King. Do you know, the other day, he asked me why I hadn’t taken more than one wife!”
“And what did you tell him?”

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