Dagon Shwe Yar - Sandara Devi

This story is the story of my scribe , Ana, son of Miri. When I wrote these things, I was already quite old, and Egypt was again prosperous as in the old days under the reign of the third king, Raph. Therefore, before I went to the place of death, I will fully disclose the knowledge I had gained, so that future generations may know and remember it.

In writing this, I will write about the second king, Setimenech, who was dear to me as long as I live, who was born on the same day as me and who went to heaven before me; about his queen, "Usati," who was so proud of her royal dignity and who later married the son of King Set and then went to the tomb of Thebes; about the goddess "Marami," who was called Sanda Devi, and her "Hebrew" people; and about the wars fought between the Egyptian gods and the king of Rehudi.

Prince Seti and I were fortunately born on the same day. Therefore, my mother, like other mothers who saw their children on that day, received a gift from the Pharaoh, and I, like my mother, received a gift from the Pharaoh.

Even though I had the title of "Taw", I had never seen the Crown Prince Setti even once, even when I was 30 years old. The story goes like this.

At that time, the great king Rameses II was already a hundred years old and very old, so when he died, his son, Menkaure, who succeeded him to the throne, usually lived in the city of Tanis in the middle of the desert. At that time, I was living with my parents in the ancient city of Memphis on the Nile River, surrounded by great walls of white stone. King Menkaure would occasionally visit, as he did in Thebes. However, the young prince Seti of Egypt only visited once. His mother, Essenephath, was deeply saddened by the loss of her lover in Memphis and the fact that she herself had her liver cut out with a sword. She did not visit Memphis because of her grief over the loss of her lover in Memphis, and because she herself had suffered greatly in the matter of love. Neither did her son.

However, when the young prince was 15 years old, he came to announce that he would be the next king of the house, who would wear the two crowns. At that time, 19 relatives, including me, were invited to visit him. Unfortunately, on that day, I suddenly contracted a disease that caused me to develop rashes on my face, so I was unable to attend the ceremony and missed the opportunity to meet the young prince.

Our father was a scribe at the "Fata" school, and he taught me to follow in his footsteps. I not only copied literature but also wrote the obituaries of the deceased, including paintings. My mother lost her sight before she died, so I was left to take care of the household. Year after year, I gradually grew to hate this work, and instead of copying what others had written, I developed a strong desire to write what others would copy. From that time on, I became a dreamer. At night, on the banks of the Nile, under the palm trees, I would gaze at the moon and see strange and beautiful shapes in its beautiful silver rays. In these moments of rest, I would write stories about these shapes. Then my father died suddenly, and after that, I was married to a beautiful woman from Thebes. Then we had a daughter, who died at the age of two, and we were in mourning for a long time. When my wife, with the healing power of time, returned to her former state of happiness, she no longer desired any more children, but wandered about the city, wasting her time, and making friends with people I did not know. Finally, she left me and went to Thivi with a soldier whom I had never seen before.

Then my hair turned white before I was 30. At that time, I was single and free on the island, so I had plenty of time to write novels. A friend borrowed a novel I had written and read it to a group of people. My name gradually became famous. Eventually, it reached the ears of Prince Seti, who summoned me to appear before him, and finally set out for Tarnish.

When I arrived in Tarn Tarn, I tried several times to gain access to the palace, but suddenly I was unable to gain entry. I first bribed the guards and bodyguards, and only when I was allowed to enter the outer chamber did I go up another level, and finally, after bribing the prince's chief steward, ' Panbas ' , three times, was allowed to enter the palace.

So the ' Panbus ' took me through the rooms guarded by soldiers, and when they came to the large hanging curtains, he told me to wait there, and then he went inside. The curtains were not well drawn, so I could see and hear what was going on inside the room.

The room was like a scribe's room, with tables filled with drawing boards, reed pens, white inkwells, and large sheets of reed paper attached to large boards. The paintings on the walls were not like those I had seen in books, but rather the kind of ancient art I had seen in ancient tombs. A fire was burning in a fireplace, with cedar logs burning.

By the fireside stood the prince, who was known by his appearance as a prince. We were born on the same day, but his appearance was younger than mine. He was of Syrian blood, so he was tall and slender, and very handsome. His hair was straight and dark brown, and his eyes were more brown than black, and his face was as sweet and gentle as a woman's, but the lines running from the corners of his eyes to his ears were quite strange.

The prince was reading a very old scroll when he saw the steward standing before him, and in a sweet and gentle voice he said...

"It's good that you've come. ' Pan Bas'.. You're old, you must be full of wisdom."

“Yes, sir… Your uncle, the great magician, like ‘ Kho ’ , I am also full of wisdom. Moreover, my cousin Amenmi is very similar to his father, my uncle. Although he is not called wise. Here, listen to Panbas, the old book I am studying now gives a method to cure people’s languor. The method is that according to the instructions in the book, at midnight on the full moon of the year, you must stand on the top of the “Khufu” pyramid and recite the mantra written here. If you are full of wisdom, you will be able to interpret it. I have been unable to read this mantra.” “If everyone can read, what power can the mantras have? The prince’s top is paved with such smooth crystals. "Who can do it at noon, let alone midnight?"

"Leave these things alone, I'm tired of this complicated world," Panbas said. "So if there are any ways that can lighten my mood and make me happy, please suggest them."

"There are magicians out there, if this doesn't satisfy you, there are some very beautiful dancers, Your Majesty."

Oh... they can't please my heart, which doesn't want to see these scantily clad women, Pan Bas. Try another way."

"I can't think of any other way, Your Majesty. Oh, and outside, there's a scribe named Ana. He's short, with a pointed nose, and he says he's the Prince's paternal uncle."

"Ana... is that right? Is that the guy who writes novels in Memphis? Why didn't you tell me about this before? You idiot... let him in right away."

Hearing that, I did not wait to be called, but removed the curtain, entered, and said, "Oh... Son of the Sun... I am that scribe."

"Oh... get up... we're not just being generals. Don't call me by my titles. Tell me more. When did you last visit Tarnic?"

"For many days, Your Majesty... I have been trying to enter Your presence. At first I was denied entry, but then I had to pay a fee. The gatekeepers...

Before he could finish speaking, he said, "Oh, I know the gatekeepers. I investigated the gatekeepers who took bribes here and found out that this scribe was the one who handed them over."

"Let them pay me back twice the amount I paid. Okay...let's take care of this matter."

When we were left alone, Prince Setti said,

"You are wise, so tell me. Why are palaces always full of thieves?"

"I think of it as a dog's back being filled with millions of dogs. Where there is a dog, there must be millions of dogs."

It's true... the dogs in this palace don't get paid enough. If I had the power, I would fix this problem and feed them a little. Okay... "Ana, sit down. You don't know me, but I've been reading your letters and have been friends with you for a long time. Tell me about yourself."

So the prince, having listened to my honest story to the end, asked me why I had come to him. I explained that I had been summoned, as if he had forgotten, and that I had brought him a long scroll to present to him, and then I placed the scroll on the table before him.

Uploaded to.

With a joyful voice -

"I am very proud. I am going to read your great novel with great pleasure. So... you know about the city of Debenhams and

"Is that so?"

I'm not sure yet and have resubmitted.

"So, with your permission, I'll show you around the city. When we get back, we can have dinner and chat."

The prince clapped his hands and a baseman appeared.

"Bring me two robes. I must go outside with the scribe, Anna. And let the four Manuvian guards follow us in disguise, a short distance behind us. No more than this, you hear? Let them wait by the secret door."

“Soon after he had gone, a servant brought two long cloaks, such as those worn by camel drivers, and helped us to put them on. Then he led us out of the room by a lamp, through a door opposite the one I had entered, and through a small passage, until we came to a narrow flight of steps that ended in the palace garden. We passed through this and came to a double door of bronze in a thick wall, which opened strangely as we approached it. Outside the door, we saw four tall men, wrapped in long cloaks, standing as if they did not notice us. When we had gone a little way, we turned and saw that they were also following us as if they had come without our knowing it. While I was thinking about being a prince who could command anything at any time with the touch of a finger, the prince, ' Setti suddenly turned towards me...'

"Look... Ah... how miserable it is to be a prince. Without informing his family, without having his bodyguards follow him wherever he goes, there's nothing he can do. In the end, all this is just to report to the Pharaoh's police."

The wide road we walked on was lined with trees on one side, and behind it were houses with flat roofs and small gardens, each with its own flowerbed. Finally, we reached the market place, where large temples stood majestically, with their stone pillars and large human figures. On a hill to the west of Turu was the magnificent palace of the Pharaoh.

Seti looked at the buildings -

“These are very old. But like the Alon and Mataw temples, they were renovated by the Rahudi slaves and my ancestors.”

“That would be a huge expense.” “The kings of Egypt didn’t just pay their slaves a salary.

Then we rested and mingled with the people walking. From there we crossed the sand dunes, which are the Egyptian border.

There were all sorts of people, from the Bedouin people of the desert, to the Syrians of the Red Sea, to the travelers of the coast, and to the merchants of the unknown lands of the north. All the people were laughing and walking happily.

One of the last things seen was a long line of men with crooked noses and beards, some women loosely tied together, leading armed guards out of a side street.

"Where are these people from?"

"These Jewish slaves are returning from work digging a new canal that will open the Red Sea,"

As we watched them pass, I noticed that they were weak, covered in mud and water, but their eyes were filled with pride. At that moment, the following incident suddenly occurred.

An old man with a white beard was dragging behind him, unable to keep up with the others. Then a guard suddenly ran up and beat him brutally with a large leather whip. He then smashed the guard's head with a large wooden shovel that he had brought, killing him on the spot. At that moment, other guards surrounded the old man and beat him until he fell. A major appeared from somewhere, saw what was happening, drew his sword and ran. Meanwhile, a young girl, dressed in rough clothes but with a beautiful and delicate appearance, suddenly jumped out of the crowd.

The girl's large, round eyes were filled with tears, gleaming in the moonlight. Her golden locks of hair were a bright pink, peeking out from under her thick robe.