6.
Senior
Hasnah Isis stepped out of the scented warm bath tub
and reached for the towel. It was then she saw herself in the mirror. She saw
before her the beautiful woman there. She was already considered as old for
marriage given her ability shoo her admirers which came to no less than six in
the numbers. The fifth one was a braver one with his two personal guards;
eunuch as told to her by the suitor.
“To protect you, soon to be beloved wife.”
All she took was two minutes to send the two guards
curled to the side with their ego of protecting her defeated. She then looked
at the suitor who was concerned on his own ego which she held not interest at
all. She rubbed the towel over her body and then wished it was the hands of the
guest on her then. She was unsure why she was attracted to the guest whose room
was three doors away from her’. She knew that the guest was not of their land
and yet he held an unusual instinct that appealed to her. She heard the lynx,
the native of the Niles also named the caracal. The wild cat bred was brownish
in shade and fed on small preys like birds and small mammals. The Lynx was also
said to be the Goddess of Judgment, Mafdet. The lynx in the fables fought Apep
which was the enemy of Ra.
“Yes, Didi.” Hasnah heard the wildcat meowed. “I heed
thee. I know its not of me but I am telling you that this guest is different.”
The towel rubbed against her chest heaving her to a
personal level which she feels at times and her right hand instinctively
trailed to the lower part of her body using the surface of the towel as a
conduit to feel her womanhood. She felt the urge there and rubbed herself with
gentle touches. Her thoughts went to the image of the guest and his beard that
caressed her skin. She thought of the beard that trailed down her neck to her
breasts tickling and yet arousing her body with its roughness. Her right hands
clasped onto to the towel tightly to form a hard form that rubbed against her
body. She felt her legs wobbled and sat down on the bath tub edge to hold her
body. The image of the guest had her sight only of his thick hair while his
lips was on her breasts which she had no sight of. She felt his kissed and
nibbles there with every movement driving her arousal higher. She held herself
across the chest with her left hand rubbing the towel there, to simulate with
her thoughts. It all happened so fast and intense that she almost slipped off
the bathtub.
‘Meow’ The lynx rubbed against her left legs and then
moved on. Hasnah drew in a series of deep breaths before she proceeded to walk
to the cupboard where her clothes were laid. She felt the wetness on her but
that was her happy reminder of her womanhood.
Knock!
Hasnah slipped on the plain knee length tunic before
the loose pants. She moved barefooted towards the door but it was opened before
she reached it. She stopped her walk and waited. A figure stepped in and it was
her servant, Amilah. Her personal maid who attended to her personal needs was
not there to work for the mistress but rather onto her. Amilah was dressed in her
servant attire of half tunic and loose pants held a dagger in the right hand.
She was followed by one other who was a man servant in the loose pants and held
a scimitar. It was forbidden for a man to enter Hasnah’s chamber except her
father.
Didi leapt at the maid on the chest with the claws on
the paws making slashes on the lady. Both of them fell onto the flooring. The
other servant had moved forward with the scimitar raised to strike at the lynx
when Hasnah rushed forward and with a jump and her right leg went out in a
swinging kick at the servant’s face. She landed on her feet and looked at the
maid. That was taken care off by Didi who was making hit and clawed on the
maid. The maid was hurt, with her chest and face clawed but she was still
standing up. Here expression was blank and looked to be in some possessed form.
So was the kicked at servant who had recovered. She jumped at him with the legs
doing then the scissors hold onto the neck and then she tumbled him sideways
heard the crack of the neck. It would had ended the fight but the servant stood
up with his head slanted to the left. His expression was lifeless and
approached Hasnah
“Stop!” The Master of the Arts had intervened on
hearing the commotion from his daughter’s chamber. He had rushed over in his
sleeping clothes and wielded the scimitar. He thrust the blade of the scimitar
into the servant’s back and sliced at the heart. He then pulled the blade and
approached the maid who was on her back then tying to fight the lynx off her
face. He thrust the blade once more into the heart and then twisted the end.
“Father!’ Hasnah called out while Didi retreated to
the corner.
“Stay your pace, daughter. Our fortress had been
breached. We need to find the demons or their followers.” Master Osis called out.
“I need you to put on your weapons. We may have a fight here.”
Hasnah donned the belt with the sword but ignored the
bow and arrows. She grabbed the other belt which held the mini daggers which
was for throwing at the attackers. She had them touched with adder venom. Her
father had left for his own chamber but outside she saw the guest was awakened.
“I heard the alarm. Your father told me to wait her
for you.” Abraham was dressed in a white tunic and pants with the boots on. He
had on his greaves with the hooks and a beltful of wooden stakes. The later she
doubts will be effective in a fight.
“Is it Apep’s followers?” Abraham tried to start a
conversation.
“No, they are my suitors and I need to show them you
as my…… new suitor.” That came out like a stupid excuse but Hasnah turned away
to smile.
“I can … understand that. You are not engaged then.”
Another stupid statement from the ignorant Northerner. Hasnah was to reply when
she saw her father had returned with two guards. He approached the two and told
them of the new threat.
“The enemies have invaded our fortress. We need to
move to the Grand Hall for the fight. The others will all wait there for us.”
Master Osis then ran off to the alert the others. Abraham and Hasnah took for
the Grand Hall where they had earlier met with the Sheikh. They arrived there
to see the bloodbath that had taken place. There were about a dozen dead bodies
and they were a mixed. The only consolation was the Sheikh was there with three
guards on his side.
“I am glad that you are to meet me here. It helped me to find you.” Sheikh Omar lurched
forward with the sword at Abraham but he had stepped aside and used his metal
hooks to deflect the sword. Hasnah moved into action with her sword. She
slashed down with the sword on the Sheikh’s hand but the later had pulled back.
“Kill them.” The three guards rushed forward to cover
for their leader. They spread out to protect the leader. Abraham who was
careless ever since he met Hasnah there. He braced himself for the attack. He
levelled his left greaves and released the hook. The hook released with a
controlled length of wire of five feet. He used that to swing the hook and
caught the first guard on the left forearm. He pulled hard on the hook with
guard screaming hard. The guard was disabled with that wound that almost took
off the arm and had dropped the sword.
Abraham moved in and grabbed the dropped sword. It was
a Roman gladius. He was unfamiliar with that weapon.
Darned he was a demon hunter and not a killer of Man.
His decision was made for him when he saw the Grand
Hall was filled with the other loyal guards led by Master Osis. The Sheikh saw the situation and then ran
towards the far wall which was unguarded. He reached for the hidden lever which
opened the secret doorway. He stepped in and the doorway closed. His three
guards brought him time to escape.
“He was a friend.” Master Omar cursed at his departing
friend. “He may run but can’t hide. I will not stop at here. I will find them
at their hideout. We will find the Hidden City and terminate the Unspeakable
One.”
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