Chapter 15 Chapter Thirteen

In the huge office, Yameni was busy sorting out the materials.After extensive questioning of some gossiping minor officials, Ramses' confidential secretary was very satisfied with what he had gathered.With the alertness of a detective, he senses that the truth is about to be revealed.Obviously, someone is smuggling, but who benefits from corruption?This young clerk, once let him find the evidence, he will stick to it until the culprit is brought to justice. As he reread the notes on the small wooden board, Esther pushed open the door of Ramses' office and stood in front of Yamenes. Embarrassed, Amene stood up, not knowing how to behave in the presence of this naturally beautiful and beautiful young woman.

"Where is Ramses?" "I don't know." "I do not believe." "But it's true!" "I heard that Ramses talks about everything with you." "We were friends, but he left Memphis without telling me." "impossible!" "Just to please you, I shouldn't lie." "You don't look nervous at all." "Why should I be nervous?" "You know where he is, and you don't want to tell me!" "You're wrong about me." "No one can protect you except him." "Ramses will come back, don't worry; if he encounters any difficulties, I will feel it. There is some invisible connection between him and me, that's why I am not nervous."

Contradictory rumors circulated in the palace. Some said that Seti had banished Ramesses to the south, others that the prince had been sent on an embassy to see the condition of the embankment before the next flood.Esther couldn't calm down, her lover mocked and played tricks on her!When she found the miscanthus hut where she was dating him empty, she thought it was a joke.Isekon shouted that Ramses should not answer, she suddenly felt that the ground was full of toads, poisonous snakes and stray dogs, so she ran like crazy. It was this impertinent prince who made these strange sights appear in her eyes... But how worried she was for him!If Yamenes hadn't lied, Ramses had fallen into someone else's trap.

Only one person knows the truth. Xie Na had just finished his breakfast, and the delicious roast quail satisfied his appetite. "Dear Esther! Nice to meet you... Wanna try some of my fig puree? I'm not bragging, it's the best in all of Memphis." "Where did you hide Ramses?" "My tender and dear friend... how should I know?" "Can the future king ignore such details?" Shane smiled in surprise. "I appreciate your delicate thought." "Tell me, I beg you." "Sit down first, eat some puree, you won't be disappointed."

The young woman chose a comfortable chair with a green upholstery. "Fate has placed us among the privileged class, why not enjoy our good fortune?" "I don't understand what you're talking about." "We are a match made in heaven, don't you think? Don't combine with my brother rashly, you should think clearly and think about your future." "What kind of future do you think we should have?" "Live happily by my side." Esther studied the king's eldest son carefully.He considered himself elegant, attractive, and dignified, and had begun to play the role of the future king, but he had never had the attractiveness and rugged handsomeness that Ramses had attracted her attention.

"You really wish to know where to find my brother?" "That's exactly what I was hoping for." "I'm afraid you'll be sad." "I'm willing to listen." "Trust me, I helped you get rid of one thing that disappointed you." "I think I can hold on." Shane looked sad. "Ramses was appointed secretary of the fleet and went to the sandstone quarries in Mount Silesia. He was in charge of drafting reports and debriefings, a curiously mundane job in which he remained with the quarrymen for several months and To settle down in the south. My father proved his vision once again, and he put my brother in the right place. Can we now talk about our shared future?"

"I'm dizzy, Shane, I..." "I warned you a long time ago." He got up and took her right hand. The touch disgusted the young woman.Yes, Ramses was eliminated; yes, Xena must be the king in the future, and the woman he loves will have the glory, happiness and property of being selected by the bird screen.Isn't there dozens of noble ladies dreaming of marrying the heir to the throne? She pushed him away abruptly. "let me go!" "Don't waste your chance." "I love Ramses." "What's important about love? I'm not interested, you'd better forget about him. I just want you to stay beautiful, carry on my family for me, and become the first lady of Egypt. Hesitating is irrational."

"Then think I'm crazy." Shane held out his arm to her. "Don't go! Otherwise..." "otherwise?" Shane's pie face became tense. "It's a pity to become an enemy... Please think again." "Goodbye, Shane. From now on you go your way and I cross my bridge." Memphis is a bustling city.At the wharf, there were various activities around the clock, and there was an endless stream of cargo ships from the south and the north. The ships sailing were all strictly monitored by the government unit in charge of river transportation, and the goods on board were inspected by a group of clerks.Among the many containers, there is a box containing stationery materials, which contains dozens of ink sticks.

Amene, by virtue of his qualifications as secretary to Pharaoh's youngest son, had the right to inspect these goods.He concentrated on the highest-priced top-notch items, but his inspections turned up nothing. He walked into the crowded path full of pedestrians and donkeys carrying fruits, vegetables or whole grains, and used his thin and light body to drill straight to the vicinity of the temple of Ptah, where Seti grew up.In front of the 75-meter-wide pylon gate, the colossal figures of royal members in pink granite symbolize the presence of the divine.The young scribe loved this ancient city built by Menes who united the north and the south. Doesn't it look like a chalice under the protection of the goddess of gold?Amene stared at the pond full of lotus flowers, and breathed the fragrance of the flowers flowing through the pond; how comfortable it was to sit and rest, do nothing, hide in the shade of the trees, and watch the scenery of the Nile!However, time cannot be wasted.After leaving the warehouse where the weapons used by the army were stored, Yamenyi came to the gate of a factory, which was producing some ink sticks for the famous schools in the city.

The person in charge of the reception was very cold, but in the name of Ramesses he could cross the threshold and seek out the artisans.These artisans are retired, but very cooperative, and they are surprised that some sloppy products can be praised by the royal family.By virtue of her eloquence, Amene obtained an address beyond the historic white-walled castle. Avoiding the congested wharf, the young clerk walked through the Anker Taloy district, walked along a barracks into a populous suburb, where tall buildings, villas, low two-story buildings and craftsmen's shops were built next to each other.He got lost several times, but thanks to the enthusiastic help of several housewives chatting on the side of the road, he found the factory he wanted to visit.Even though he was exhausted, Yamenes had to go through every suspicious point, and he firmly believed that the answer to the riddle was hidden in the process of making the ink block.

At the gate of the factory, there was a difficult guy in his forties with a stick in his hand. "Hello, can I go in?" "no." "I am the confidential secretary to a royal clerk." "Mind your own business, boy." "This royal clerk is called Ramses, the son of Seti." "The factory is closed." "Then I have all the more reason to investigate." "I do what I'm told." "get out." Yamenes was sorry for his thin stature, but Ramesses would have had no trouble grabbing the barbarian and throwing him into the canal.Lacking physical strength, the young clerk turned to resourcefulness. He bid farewell to the guards, pretended to leave, and then used a staircase to climb to the roof of the attic near the factory's backyard, where there was a skylight that he could enter when it was dark.Using a light bulb on a shelf, he began to search the warehouse.The first row of ink sticks disappointed him, they were all of the best quality.But the second row, despite its "Superior" quality stamp, looked misshapen—small, unevenly colored, and underweight.Yamenyi knew it after he tried writing it: he had discovered a center for the manufacture of contraband. Amene, overjoyed, did not hear the approaching footsteps of the guards, and was struck unconscious with a club.Guards carried his stiff body on their shoulders and dumped him into a nearby public dump filled with waste that was burned every morning.