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posted on 21-7-2009 at 03:40 PM

{Res.} If the window's always open... {Ancient Egypt}

Ra rose early in the desert, setting the sky aflame with the light it gave out to warm the sands once again after the bitter cold of night that only the unfortunate properly experienced. A blue sky stretched above the marketplace, broken up by a single cloud that drifted quickly and probably would not see midday. Shortly after the sun lit the land, many awoke and did their best to focus on their work, many dragging carts into the street and setting up stall in the hopes of getting enough sold to help their families out a little better. Before long the marketplace was full of stalls selling their wares and shoppers who rarely sought anything other than the odd piece of fruit as they went about their social gatherings. Few voices could be picked out over the hum of the crowd, the occasional call of a price: “One gold piece for a box! Trading granted, hagglers welcome!”

The trained eye could easily pick out those who did not belong here, those who did not sit in their spot every day, trying in vain to sell their various fruits, livestock and on the occasion – when a temporary merchant came along – jewels. Amongst these regulars in the streets there were those who never stayed in one village or city for more than one night at a time: travelling merchants – also known as merchants of the thieves market. These merchants would buy anything you offered to them for a reasonable prince, always seeking to sell it for a greater price in the next city over. It was these men that the thieves always looked out for; it was to them that they sold their items for gold coins that would help them buy the food that they greatly desired.

True, a thief could always walk up to one of these food stalls and take one or two pieces of fruit at a time but having to do so every day, just for a small meal often became too dangerous; when a merchant noticed something go missing from their stall, they became that much more alert and so looked out for anyone suspicious. And once a thief’s face was known, punishment would soon find them in the form of a blade cutting the left hand clean off or even the penalty of death. It just wasn’t worth it to try such thefts.

Khai was a man who had learnt this lesson the hard way – although thankfully his punishment had been very light: a few lashes to the back and he was on his way, still bearing the scars mind. He was a rather tall man with sufficient muscle however if he had a little more meat on his bones he may have looked a little more of a threat. Right now if he were to threaten someone people would most likely laugh until they began to pay attention to the sadistic look in his hazel eyes.

His skin was roughly the same dark tan as most Egyptians, give or take the varied shades granted to those who spent their lives cooped up within their homes or those who spent every waking moment in the outside world. His hair was quite dishevelled, causing many heads to turn in his direction before mumbling things to one another about him needing to shave it off like most did however Khai enjoyed having his own hair and so long as it was free of lice and dirt then why not? A beige – formerly white – tunic clothed his body, held at the waist with a rather frayed looking rope that also acted to conceal a dagger – his only weapon.

His stomach growled as though to remind him of his mission: today he had set himself the task of entering the home of a nobleman and robbing him of anything he thought wealthy enough to sell to the aforementioned travelling merchants. Then he would have the money he needed to buy himself food with some air of honour.

Planning was something that always escaped Khai’s train of thought when he decided on doing something like this; his personality thrived on making rash choices that ended in narrow escapes and on occasion light punishment – not that he enjoyed being punished for his crimes; one day he was likely to cross the line and face a much more painful penalty. And so without this planning his choice of target was made completely at random. Walking up to the house he did not have to be particularly silent and so he didn’t bother with stealth and stood beside the window, listening for any form of movement or voices.

Footsteps could be heard within the house and so, hazarding a guess, Khai assumed it to be the nobleman and waited a while until he heard the door shut and the sound of his heavy footsteps cease before finally bothering with stealth and slipping through the window into the main room, a sack at the ready for whatever he found that he wanted.

The last thing he expected was to hear a new set of footsteps behind him and turn to find a servant girl.

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posted on 21-7-2009 at 06:06 PM

Amisi rose earlier than most, catching a glimpse of Ra as it rose over the desert horizon from her window. And though she would rather spend her days out in the throng of the bustling life, she knew her place was here with her nobleman, taking care of his estate while he was away in the town's square or with the Pharaoh's other nobleman at the palace. Though her master had the land to himself, for he had no wives or mistresses, no one questioned his intentions. There were a few other servants, but most went in to town. They had no respect for their master's wealth. She even saw one of the older servants take something with him to sell to a traveling merchant in the town.

But Amisi was young; she was pushed around because of her age of only seventeen summers. Many of the other servants were far older than her, and some even questioned her presence in the estate - specifically relating to her master's sexuality. Some people that Amisi was just a mistress that the nobleman, Bakari, was using while he pondered over the ladies of the court of the Pharaoh. Amisi was still a blushing flower, and would remain that way for some time, she assumed. She was not one to give in to others needs, even her master (who when inebriated, had attempted such vulgar acts).

Amisi dressed herself in a clean linen white dress with a teal shawl resting on her head, hiding her dark ringlets from view. Her eyes were a mysterious color, unlike most in Egypt. They were a dark watery blue, surrounded by long black eyelashes that skimmed over the smooth flesh of her cheeks. Her skin glowed with a golden hue, and though her arms were bare, gold bracelets hugged the flesh. Bakari wanted his servants to look presentable in his household, especially the young ones like Amisi. The older ones were not blessed with golden bracelets, necklaces, or earrings - but teal-colored stones from the Nile instead.

Amisi made her cot with ease before striding out of the room she shared with the rest of the servants and moved towards her chores. She first gathered up a vase of dirty water, dumping it out into the sand in front of the house. Next, she went about cleaning, the sun having risen quite high by this point. She walked around barefoot, keeping the rugs clean from any dirt from the outside. The house was rather large for a nobleman, with two stories which was rather uncommon. Then again, the nobleman was a well-known one, having worked with the previous Pharaoh and now, his son.

Amisi wrapped the shawl around her dark ringlets once more before licking over her full dark lips. She did not understand why she could not go to town with the rest of the servants; or why they had to abandon her when there was nothing else to do. She had to tend to the animals as well, making sure that they were fed for the servant who usually tended to the animals had gone to town as well.

Amisi peeked towards the window as the last of the servants left, the nobleman having already gone early this morning. Her gaze flickered over their retreating backs before she finally turned back to do her work. She ventured off into another room for a brief moment to make sure that there was nothing out of place. Something felt odd about today; not exactly right.

When Amisi returned, her gaze caught sight of another man, with a sack in his hands. Her heart started to race and she paced forward, trying to be quiet. What could she do? The nobleman had picked a house farther away from others, just a short distance from the village. She would have to stop him herself. She did not want to startle him, in case he carried a weapon and would harm her. "Excuse me, sir?" She said, keeping her distance. "This is not your house. You must leave."

And all the while she said this, her voice quivered and her hands shook nervously.

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posted on 21-7-2009 at 06:49 PM

Khai sighed upon hearing the voice and moved his hand towards the dagger at his waist, fully prepared to draw it as he turned to face the speaker, only to find that it was merely a servant girl and a young one at that for she could be no older than he was himself – which was nineteen summers so she was in fact a couple summers younger than him but it was close enough. He looked over her for a long moment, his eyes calm and scrutinizing as he picked up on various things in her appearance – like those eyes… strange and yet very beautiful.

He lowered his hand from the dagger and walked confidently towards her, a smirk plastered across his lips. “Who’s going to make me leave?” he chuckled. She was brave in her words though her body seemed to greatly disagree with them considering the wavering of her voice and the shaking hands. His smirk slowly became a small smile as he watched her, awaiting her reply to his words.

Whatever she chose to do he would not harm her any more than to push her away from him; he was a strong believer for women’s rights and so found it impossible to hurt one let alone stab her or something like that. She didn’t need to know these things just yet though.

((No, it was fine xD))

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posted on 21-7-2009 at 06:55 PM

Amisi was frightened that someone (who appeared hardly hygienic) would venture into her master's home and disrupt the peace. She almost had a mind to call for help, to do anything. Would the rest of the servants be too far away towards the center of the square to perform their dastardly deeds against their master's wishes? Amisi worked hard for Bakari, knowing fully well that by taking care of his estate, she would end up well in the afterlife. Or so, that's what she fully believed.

Her gaze wavered once he turned around, and she had half a mind to run and hide in a room. He did not look entirely friendly. He had muscles though without much fat, still looked strong enough to break her neck. And was he unarmed? She doubted; most thieves hid their weapons well. Or at least, that's what she was considering him to be - a thief. Why else would he be carrying a sack and entering her master's home without her knowledge?

"I'll make you leave at once," Amisi squeaked before taking a timid step forward. "By the power of Anubis, I will make you pay for entering my master's estate." And yet, despite her threatening words, she merely stood there, confused. Would he harm her? Amisi dared to take another step, close enough now that she was merely a foot away. She raised her fist, her eyes narrowed and outlined with kohl, making the unique shade of her irises stand out more.

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posted on 21-7-2009 at 07:40 PM

Now Khai could also be very hypocritical, a fact that was proved the moment she finished her words and he burst into an almost hysterical bout of laughter that many did when he himself threatened them. After forcing himself to calm down – though unable to completely wipe the grin from his face – he closed that gap between them in two strides.

“By the power of Anubis?” he repeated quirking an eyebrow in a teasing fashion. “I must say I’d be rather impressed if you could evoke his wrath upon me however I doubt that very much.” He looked down at her – being slightly taller than her – his amusement showing in his eyes. “So… how do you plan to make me pay?” he questioned.

Normally he would not have put up with such behaviour from another and would have simply gotten on with what he came to do. However all of this was just too amusing to let go just yet. Her feeble attempts to stop him were almost cute, as if she though raising her fist would actually scare him away.

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posted on 21-7-2009 at 08:38 PM

The laughter frightened Amisi, and she took a step back from him, her first lowering down to her hips. What was she thinking, attempting to take on a man that had snuck into her master's home without any regards as to who might still be in the house? And yet, he did not kill her when she approached him, nor was he threatening her in the least bit. Why was that?

Amisi inhaled sharply when she was forced to tilt her head back to look up at him, just by his height. "Yes!" She squeaked, noticing he was still grinning. Why was he grinning? That was not fair. She did not want him to be amused by what she was saying, she wanted him to be afraid! "I will summon the guards. They respect my master, and surely the penalty will be death for your assault on his estate!" The small Amisi said with a frown on her lips.

She took a step back and bit down on her lower lip. "That is... if you take anything. Have you taken anything?" Amisi asked, albeit timidly, her watery blue gaze fixed on his face. She had never really spoken to someone like Khai before; it was rare for her to meet people for she barely left the estate. Bakari would not be pleased if he learned she had gone into town without his permission. He might have her trapped with scorpions for her disobedience. And yet, the thrill of leaving behind her master's back was all the more tempting; knowing people like Khai were outside of her enclosed space.

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posted on 21-7-2009 at 08:48 PM

“Aww, don’t be scared,” he smiled – well, a half smile, half smirk – really that was the last thing he wanted from her… Although fear of him was probably wise in most cases he would not hurt her, and even if she did call the guards or whatever then he still wouldn’t – though he might have someone do it for him. “It’s not like I’ve hurt you or anything so there’s not even a reason to.” Well, aside from him breaking into her masters home; that could probably be seen as a sinister act.

“Well, I don’t know,” Khai answered sarcastically, looking down at the sack. “Why don’t you ask this empty sack here if I’ve taken anything?” he smirked, opening it as though actually inviting her to look inside and see for herself that there really was nothing in it – yet.

“And if you were to call the guards,” he began, for once thinking about what he was going to say; he did not want her to go ahead and do as she threatened. “And if they did kill me. Would you not feel a little guilty? I mean, your master has a lot of wealth and so surely he wouldn’t even notice if one or two items were to go missing. And if that is the case then is it really fair to take my life in exchange for things that hold no meaning to your master but would mean a lot to me?”

For a moment he wasn’t sure if his words would make sense to her because the more he thought about what he had just said the more it confused him. Hopefully the answer to the main question would find her quickly so that she didn’t suffer the confusion – or the confusion could do him good… whatever happened didn’t matter at this point so long as it stalled her on calling the guards.

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posted on 22-7-2009 at 12:05 AM

Don't be frightened? Was he daft? Amisi tilted her head as she watched him try and convince her not to call the guards. He was right; he had not harmed anyone in the house (although it was just her - and they were merely conversing) and he had not stolen anything (because she caught him). She glanced at the bag as he held it open and she took one step, peeked in barely (not getting any closer to the bag) before nodding her head.

"I would feel guilty," Amisi admitted before looking up at Khai, the thief that had somehow weaseled his way out of committing a crime that had a bigger penalty than petty theft - murder. He could have drawn his dagger and stabbed her to death before taking the loot that her master had earned through his birthright. But instead, he was joking and teasing her as she tried her hardest to not succumb to friendly conversation.

But alas, it was too late. She knew she could not call the guards now. He had not taken anything, nor would he. Amisi gently bowed her head before lifting it back up, the shawl of her headdress falling slightly to reveal those warm chocolate ringlets and her watery blue eyes studied Khai. "Then I am Amisi, servant to Bakari, master of this estate."

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posted on 22-7-2009 at 07:58 AM

This argument was won before it had even really started it seemed, and the winning person was of course Khai – he would have been in deep water if that had not been the case. This servant would not call the guards and would not tell on him so long as he didn’t do anything to screw that up. Well, so long as he didn’t do anything that she could see.

If she believed that he would not take anything from here before the day was up then she was sadly mistaken. Taking a large amount in the sack would be rather obvious but there was nothing stopping him snatching a trinket of sorts when her back was turned and concealing it somewhere on his person. After all, he still needed the money that he would get from it. He just had to be a little quicker in his movements and make sure that she did not catch him before he left.

Amisi… A beautiful name meaning flower if he wasn’t mistaken and so it fit her quite nicely as she really was as pretty as a flower – not that he planned to admit that to anyone but himself. Normally he did not give out his real name and instead chose a quick alias but on this occasion he found himself automatically answering with the truth. “I am Khai, outlaw and thief,” he chuckled, feeling like he needed some kind of title also.

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posted on 22-7-2009 at 11:36 AM

Amisi would make sure to keep her eyes on him despite the fact that she would not call the guards... for now. No, if she noticed anything missing, anything out of place - she would summon the guards to the nobleman's house without a second thought. Would she feel guilty? No; more likely, she would feel betrayed. Then again - he was a thief. Was there such thing as an honest thief? Maybe, only time would tell.

Amisi smiled softly when he introduced himself. Khai - what an interesting name for a thief. The meaning was crowned, a name that signified born into wealth of sorts. And yet, the irony was his social position - nothing more than a lowly and filthy thief.

Perhaps she should be nice to him, for he was being nice to her. Amisi smiled finally, a true smile that revealed her bright enamel behind previously closed lips. "Would you like a cup of Karkady? I had prepared some earlier before my master left." It was a rare and delicious tea that came from the dark red petals of a Hibiscus flower, found mostly in upper Egypt, like Aswan and Luxor. Amisi did not wait for a reply, she pulled the headdress up to cover her dark ringlets again before turning and leaving the grand room. She was gone for a few moments only to return with an elaborate set up of tea on a decorated tray.

Besides, what would her master care? So long as everything was in its place before his return, she would not be punished for housing the thief.

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posted on 22-7-2009 at 12:11 PM

The question of an honest thief was one often asked and one that very rarely received the desired answer; so many wished that the thief could be honest and only rarely did this actually arrive to be the case. There were however, such things as thieves who were dishonest but regretted their actions on a later date and thieves who did what they had to do to survive. Khai was likely to remain in all three classes depending on his mood. Today was likely to end up with him doing what he had to do to survive.

Ah, yes. His parents had been a rather odd pair in their task of naming the three children they had – of which only Khai still lived thanks to the other two not wishing to stoop to thievery. The first child had been named Okpara – meaning first-born – but after that his parents appeared to prefer names that mocked their social standing such as naming him Khai and his sister Bahiti – meaning fortune.

Khai quirked an eyebrow at her offer, not entirely sure why she was actually offering it to him. Evidently she was no longer afraid of him but to offer him tea… Did she want him out of the house or not? She was gone before he even had chance to agree to her offer and so it gave him time to look around the room. She lived here and so was likely to notice if anything was out of place… What could he take that she wouldn’t notice until it was too late and he was gone? Without making a move to take anything just yet he remained where he was until she returned with the tea.

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posted on 22-7-2009 at 12:57 PM

Amisi returned with an elaborate decorated tray and cups of the warm tea. She glanced around the room briefly, without so much as moving her head to see if anything was out of place. Apparently not, for even his sack remained empty and forlorn. With a smile on her lips, she set the tea tray down onto one of the tables and sat down on the rug, her legs folded beneath her slender figure.

"You did not steal anything while I was away," Amisi said with a smile on her lips. Did that mean he was an honest man? She was not sure. Amisi picked up one of the cups and took a long sip of the uncommon tea, something she had the pleasure of tasting whenever her master allowed the servants to savor - which was usually only on holidays or when the master felt generous enough. Amisi was lucky enough to get the supply of the hibiscus flower petals before her master counted them to his collection of assorted goods, and so Amisi had no problem preparing the flowered tea for her master and leaving extra for herself.

Amisi glanced up at Khai and motioned to a pillow to sit on near the table and to drink the tea. "Hospitality is something I uphold, so long as you don't attempt to steal anything." Amisi took another sip of the tea before glancing at the golden bracelets on her arms. She had several, and many were worth quite a pretty penny. Maybe she should help him out, he did come in to steal something. If she gave it to him, then he would not feel the need to steal anything from her master. Amisi placed her tea cup down and glanced towards the window. When would her master return?

Without a second glance to the window, Amisi delicately removed one of the gold bracelets from her left arm, the gold having wrapped itself around her forearm with many others like that one. She slid it down her long arm before placing it before Khai. "Here. In return that you steal nothing from my master, I shall give you this bracelet made of gold."

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posted on 22-7-2009 at 01:55 PM

Khai watched her look around the room with a tiny smirk forming on his lips; it seemed as though she’d expected him to have taken something – which, if he’d had enough time to figure out what, he would have but that was beside the point. He looked to the tray briefly, examining the cups that she would probably have to wash herself and put away so that her master did not notice they had been used.

“Don’t get used to it,” he answered. “I’m not usually this… well behaved.” Although currently he was an innocent man – in this household at least – that did not mean that he was an honest man and for some reason he could not permit her to think of him as such. If she was willing to put up with him then she had to understand that he was the real thing – the bloodthirsty, sadistic thief who would do anything to get what he wanted – unless that meant harming a woman but many thieves didn’t care for that either.

It had been a long time since he’d drunk tea – especially hibiscus tea – and so he wasn’t entirely sure as to whether or not he would enjoy it but considering the hunger – which was often mistaken for thirst – he felt he would gladly drink anything. Slowly he left the sack by the window and made his way over to the table, sitting down on the pillow that she had gestured towards. He smiled at her comment about hospitality, having nothing else to say on the matter as he did plan to steal something before he left.

Which made her next action and words all the more shocking. Khai watched with a quirked eyebrow as she removed the bracelet from her arm and placed it before him. “Take all the fun out of it why don’t you,” he mumbled, mostly to himself but it was loud enough for her to hear. Cautiously he picked up the bracelet and examined it carefully, trying to figure out the highest price he could sell it for. He then turned his attention back to Amisi. “Thank you.”

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posted on 22-7-2009 at 02:13 PM

Amisi felt sorry for the soul sitting before her, examining the bracelet that her master had given her as a sign of his trust towards her well being. Bakari took exceptional care of his servants, unless they disobeyed him. It was common for some of the bad seeds to be found outside with blood dripping down their bare backs from the lashes of a whip. Bakari had no sense of dishonesty from any of his servants. However, a "lost" bracelet would not receive any lashings... hopefully.

Gently, she picked up her cup of tea and brought it to her full lips, tasting the sweet hibiscus from the luke warm water that satisfied her thirst. She said nothing to his thank you, only smiled and nodded her head. She knew that as a thief, he had to make it on his own. Why wouldn't he? He was an outlaw, someone who had no money to buy food or housing. And yet, Amisi was liking his company.

She tilted her head (her headdress falling once more to reveal those warm chocolate ringlets) and set her cup down onto the table. "Do you live close by?" Amisi inquired, hoping to make some small talk with the thief. It wasn't often she met interesting or adventurous people; she was stuck in the house - always caring for it while the other servants and Bakari went away. "I'm always stuck here. I never get to leave."

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posted on 22-7-2009 at 02:29 PM

The lashings of a whip were common to him as was to be expected for one of his profession but the thought that she might be punished for giving him the bracelet completely skipped his mind. Would she be punished for ‘losing’ it? Now that he did actually think about the consequences of her actions he felt slightly guilty that she was doing this for him. Perhaps he would return here again, in the next few days, just to check on her… to make sure he hadn’t accidently caused her any great misfortune.

He took his own cup from the tray at this point and took a sip, allowing the taste of it to take effect before he swallowed the liquid. It was a little too sweet for his tastes but complaining was out of the question so he drank a little bit more before setting it back on the table. Befriending this servant girl was probably not the best thing to do with his social status but strangely he could not help it; there was something about her that he liked…

“Not really, no,” he answered. By live close by he assumed that she meant in a house of sorts and so, as he did not own a house at all the fair answer was no. “I tend to travel a lot but I’ll be in this area for quite a while.” Her words on the matter of her leaving the house shocked him slightly; he had expected her to be allowed out on some errands like… shopping or retrieving orders from a seamstress or something. “Never? And I suppose you’ve never thought of just sneaking out either?” he questioned.

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posted on 22-7-2009 at 02:44 PM

Amisi did not think she would be punished for losing her bracelet. Her master would merely scold her for it, but nothing as extreme as lashings - she hoped. She assumed she would be locked in the servants' quarters without supper for the night for losing something as worthy as a golden bracelet. Then again, was it going to a good cause? Was she doing the right thing by giving the thief something made of fine gold? Perhaps so - it would keep him from stealing anything else of her master's. At least the bracelet belonged to her; she was willing to part with it if she must.

Amisi watched him drink the tea contently. He did not seem too fond of it, but that was all right. She finished off her cup of tea before glancing down at her lap. When he mentioned sneaking out, she quickly glanced up and placed a hand to her chest, shocked that he would even suggest such an act. "Oh no! Never!" Of course she had thought about it, but she didn't want Khai to know - she was the good servant girl.

"I'm here to maintain the estate while my master and the other servants are running errands. I also take care of the people that enter the house or try and sell things for my master." Amisi shrugged her shoulders and then glanced down at the tea cups. "Are you going to finish your tea?" She inquired, her cheeks slightly flushed. She was not sure she wanted him to know that her life was ordinary - nothing but waking up and taking care of an estate. No excitement; besides today. But she doubted he would return; why would he return the scene of an attempted crime? That would be silly! Then again, she would not mind seeing him again. He seemed like a nice fellow.

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posted on 22-7-2009 at 05:21 PM

“Well, you certainly are something else,” he chuckled. Of the few servants he’d met every one of them would gladly take leave of their duties the moment their master’s back was turned. It was strange to Khai that this was not Amisi’s thought path also. “I would have thought that being cooped up in here every day would drive you mad.” He himself couldn’t even begin to imagine how her life truly was but to him the basic knowledge of it was horrifying enough; first there was having to obey the every command of a master and then apparently being forced to watch over the estate when all the other servants got to experience at least a little of the outside world. If he had her life he would have escaped it long ago.

If anything she deserved a little excitement away from the droll world of slavery but that was sadly something that he could not give her. Well, he could if he really wanted to but he was at the other end of the lowly spectrum so he couldn’t rightfully take her from bad to a different level of bad. At least here she had a roof over her head that wasn’t made from linen and held up by rapidly weakening metal rods. And she seemed to be quite happy here, something else he found odd about her, but seen as that was the case he could show her no excitement – he didn’t class meeting himself as exciting so he had no idea that she would look upon him in this way.

“Uh, yeah,” he responded, hastily picking up the cup again and forcing another gulp down his throat. It wasn’t really that bad… not good but not totally bad… He finished it a moment later and placed it down gently on the tray – gently when drinking was something that he wasn’t used to as he was a huge fan of entering bars and partaking in drinking contests before attempting to come back to his senses before he ended up waking up beside a naked woman whose name he couldn’t even remember – though thankfully this had only happened once and so long as he kept the contests to a minimum then it would never happen again.

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posted on 22-7-2009 at 08:38 PM

She was something else? Her usual golden flesh turned a slight shade of pink. No! Why was she blushing? This was a thief in her master's home, and yet she was serving him hibiscus tea! She should ask for punishment just for her behavior. She was supposed to protect the household of her master, and yet she was allowing this delinquent to drink his precious warmed tea leaves in some of his exquisite china. This was not something she should be doing at all! No, she would be scolded dearly for losing the gold bracelet, but it was a price she was willing to pay to keep the rest of his estate stable and untouched by Khai's quick hands.

"Excellent," Amisi said as she rose up from the table and glanced at Khai with her watery blue eyes. She was different from most, with her strange colored eyes and her curly hair. But she was not going to argue with what she was given; she did not know her parents. She had been taken in by Bakari's eldest servant (may her travels to the after-world be peaceful) after being discovered in the town square sixteen summers ago. No one knew who she belonged to, nor the answer to her mysterious blue eyes. They twinkled with delight as she rose up from the table and took the tray with her. She placed the items into a basin and poured some water from a vase that had been gathered that morning. She washed the items before placing them in their rightful place.

She was only gone a few minutes before returning. Amisi tugged at the headdress, covering her ringlets once more. "I hope the tea was -" She paused as her gaze caught sight of her master's figure not far from the door. "You must leave!" She said hastily. "My master is returning! Quickly!" She was beginning to panic; if her master saw her with a stranger in the house - oh dear! It would not end with no supper, but something far worse than that punishment.

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posted on 23-7-2009 at 10:20 AM

He waited patiently for her return, seeing no sense in stealing anything whilst he was here; she’d already given him enough to sell (although he would probably raid a different house on a later date when he needed to). When she eventually did come back he smiled as she began to speak – something about the tea – but it quickly turned to a frown as she ordered him to leave. Had she left it at that then he would have protested but with the added knowledge of her master’s arrival he knew he had to get out of there, for both of their sakes.

Hastily he rose from his seated position and made his way towards the window, only just remembering to grab the bracelet she had given him and grabbing the empty sack on the way. Strangely he found that he didn’t want to leave her and so as he reached the window he was unable to stop himself casting a quick look back to her. After nodding once to show his thanks he climbed out of the window and made his way back to the marketplace, the gold bracelet round his own wrist for safe keeping until he got there.

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posted on 23-7-2009 at 05:41 PM

Amisi felt bad for rushing her acquaintance out of the household of her master. However, if Bakari knew that she had been hosting a guest in his home (let alone a thief that had attempted to steal things from his possession!) then Amisi would feel the lashings of the whip across her back for several days along with hunger pains from lack of food. No, it was best that he left now before her master did see the delinquent in his estate. This way, Amisi had spared the thief's life, even if in the process she had to give up her gold bracelet.

Then again... did she? Maybe not, but she felt it was the right thing to do. He was stealing for a reason; probably for food or shelter. He needed the money. At least Amisi had the roof of her master's estate over her head and the leftovers that he did not eat to feed her hungry stomach. She waved feebly as Khai glanced back in her direction, before dropping her hand and rubbing her now bare forearm.

Her master soon entered the house and demanded a cup of his hibiscus tea. Amisi complied and prepared the treat for him. She left it for him on the table to which he seated himself and began to go over his work from the morning on his parchment pieces. It was only when his eyes caught the sight of Amisi's forearm, that he began to question her for its absence. When she admitted that she accidentally misplaced the item, Bakari became overwhelmed with anger. He rose from the table (knocking over it and the hibiscus tea) only to grab Amisi by her bare forearm and drag her outside.

Once outside, he threw her to the sand and got his whip from the stable nearby (where the horses and camels were) and lashed it onto her back several times until her once pristine white tunic was soaked with her own blood. He left her there once he was done, his anger having subsided to return inside and have another servant (to which they had returned by now) clean up the mess.

Amisi weakly rose from her position on the sand and crawled her way back into the estate, only to lie down on her cot with tears in her eyes. He had overreacted; Amisi thought as she hugged her cot in her arms. But then again, the bracelet was worth more than just a simple few pennies. It had teal stones embedded into it from the beautiful Nile river, decorated exquisitely. No doubt Khai would get quite a good chunk of change for it.

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posted on 23-7-2009 at 07:00 PM

Never had Khai hated himself for stealing something – even if in this case he hadn’t necessarily stolen it; Amisi had given him it to save the rest of her master’s items – but right now, as he made his way to the man he had previously identified as the salesman he required, he felt sick to the stomach for having actually agreed to take it when he should have denied the offer and gone to the next house over where there were no occupants to distract him. Paranoia seeped into his mind, each step making him feel bad about what he was leaving behind and conjuring up horrific images of the punishment she had told him she would be free from.

She’d been confident that her punishment would not be so severe, a night without supper at the most, right? So really he had nothing to worry about, right? She wasn’t going to be hurt because of him… right? He glanced back in the direction of the house briefly, the outside of it looking calm as it always did… He was probably just getting himself worked up over nothing. She’d be completely fine and he didn’t have any reason to believe otherwise.

He reached the merchant not long afterwards and waited for what seemed to be a rather long moment as he examined the bracelet and made his offer. “Five gold pieces.” Khai wrinkled his nose at such an offer, certain that the bracelet was worth more than that considering that it was made with gold and was embedded with such beautiful teal stones.
“Ten and you have yourself a deal,” he smirked. Haggling was something often done in any merchant negotiation whether it was an honest one or otherwise.
“Seven,” the man offered, raising his price slightly.
“Nine.”
“Eight.” A long pause came with this offer as Khai contemplated taking it, his stomach begging him to do so in order to get some decent food.
“Nine,” he insisted. The merchant narrowed his eyes and glanced from Khai to the bracelet as he tried to figure out whether he could sell it for a better price in the next town. Khai watched him carefully, each second passing in a way that seemed to take much longer than the last before the man eventually sighed and handed over a small sack containing nine gold pieces, which he counted out in front of Khai to prove he was legitimate.

Khai nodded his thanks and moved a few stalls down before buying a few pieces of fruit and sitting on the opposite side of the street, still with eight gold pieces and a smaller silver piece to his name, biting into the flesh of the fruit and savouring that long awaited flavour.

-

By the time he’d finished his meal and let it settle, darkness had covered the sky and he found himself alone on the street, save for a few who were almost running as they made their way home in the belief that when Ra slept, they must also. Standing he made his way to the outskirts of town – or what his brain thought was the outskirts but when he stopped he found his feet had in fact brought him back to the house of the nobleman, guilt creeping back into his system. Khai glanced through the window, seeing with relief that the nobleman seemed to be asleep before slipping in and making his way silently through the shadows around the edge of the room; he had to make sure she was ok.

His hand immediately flew to his mouth to muffle the gasp he emitted upon seeing Amisi in the next room, the tears and her painful expression on the side not facing him, leaving him to stare at her blood soaked back. Slowly he forced himself to walk closer, kneeling beside the cot and whispering, “I’m so sorry.”

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posted on 23-7-2009 at 07:12 PM

Amisi did not rise for dinner, for she was not allowed to eat with the rest of the servants. Her stomach growled angrily at her for protecting her master's estate by giving up a bracelet that had apparently meant so much to him. Or at least, something he had paid a pretty price to get for her. Why would he give her something so elaborate anyways? She knew that he had watched her with interest, as he did to many other women of the town. He would present her with nice tunics (though not nice enough like many of the ladies in the Pharaoh's court) and bracelets such as the one she gave Khai. But she did not care that she had given it to him; it was to put some food in his stomach, a roof over his head. Maybe if someone showed a thief some kindness, he would no longer steal things.

But that was merely optimism.

Amisi lay still, trying not to move much on her cot, hoping the wounds would heal by tomorrow. Although, she knew that would not be the case - she was bleeding from her back, and she felt dizzy from the blood loss. Her tunic was soaked; she would surely need a new one after tonight. But for now, the torn tunic remained on her body, the whip lashes exposed on her bare back. It was only when she heard Khai's voice did she turn her head, but not to look at him. Oh no, she did not want him to see she was crying. "Why are you here? My master might wake," Amisi whispered weakly. She inhaled and closed her eyes, sighing heavily. "It is a punishment I deserved, but you needed the bracelet more than I. I have this roof over my head and food prepared for me. That is something my master can not understand."

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posted on 23-7-2009 at 07:25 PM

Oh stuff her master! If he woke Khai was likely to let his anger get the better of him and stab the foul man for what he had done to Amisi when all she had been doing was trying to help him – and though he greatly appreciated it he now wished that she hadn’t. Ok… so maybe killing him was a bit extreme but in any case she needn’t worry about whether or not he awoke. With any luck the darkness would shield his form and he could hide at the edge of the room and escape should he step into the room and away from the door. “It should be ok,” he said, trying to sound reassuring. “We just have to keep quiet.”

Without really thinking about his actions he reached over her and let his fingers stroke her face gently, feeling the tears as he did so. “Don’t say that,” he whispered, a tiny fragment of his despair slipping into his voice. “Please… you did not deserve this punishment! All you did was show kindness and though your master does not know that it does not mean that you deserved this… Now stop crying.”

Rising to his full height once again he moved to the other side of her cot, unable to be talking to her back any longer. Such wounds would not heal by morning unless they were properly cleaned and sadly he knew nothing of that so unless he grabbed a bucket of water and dumped it on her she would unfortunately just have to bear the sting until it subsided.

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posted on 23-7-2009 at 07:39 PM

Amisi inhaled sharply when she felt Khai's fingertips brushing against her cheeks, the moisture of her tears hugging his flesh, begging to be comforted. She was not sure how she felt about Khai's great kindness towards her, but she was somewhat comforted and glad that he had returned that night to check up on her. Did he fear that something terrible would happen for giving the bracelet to him? Maybe so, but Amisi was glad to have his company. None of the other servants were in the same quarters with her - they were sleeping elsewhere, not daring to tempt Amisi. They were not to speak with her for disobeying their master, and Bakari knew that this would hurt Amisi to be ostracized. How cruel.

She sniffled and reached up wearily to wipe her red and swollen eyes from all the crying. She had cried too much that all the water in her body had leaked from her eyes due to the pain. She was exhausted from the extensive crying and the pain on her back, but in due time it would all heal. She would be back in her master's good graces soon enough. She would just have to prepare his tea a little sweeter, or make his company more entertained than ever.

Amisi smiled softly when she saw Khai moving towards the other side, her head tilting up slightly to see his silhouette in the darkness of her quarters. "For a thief, you are being extremely kind to me..." She teased and then winced at the pain from her back. Her gaze dropped down from his figure and she focused on the wall behind him. "He was angry because he spent a lot for that bracelet. It was a gift..." she said softly and then closed her eyes. "I will be fine though. Thank you for coming, Khai." She was not ushering him out, but merely stating that she was happy he was here.

"Could you... do me a favor?" She whispered, her head tilting again. "There should be a vase of water in the dining area. Could you get that and dip an old tunic into it? Help clean my wounds?" She paused and looked away. "I'll understand if you don't want to. I would have a servant help me, but they were told to not associate with me for a few days."

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posted on 23-7-2009 at 08:06 PM

A small snigger was the best he could offer to show his amusement towards her words, whilst at the same time doing his best to remain quiet and not wake her master. “I am simply returning the favour,” he informed her. “You were kind to me and so I will be kind to you.” Well, that was one reason for it. The other reason was that he’d quite obviously taken a shine to her in their first meeting, however brief it had turned out to be. As he was not accustomed to meeting servants he did not know whether giving them such valuable gifts was a natural occurrence but it did seem a little odd in his mind. Still, he said nothing on the subject and allowed it to slide for now.

Ah… yeah an old tunic would work as a decent cloth (but dumping the water on her would have been much more amusing… something for a time when she wasn’t in so much pain though… wait, did he actually plan on coming back after this night? Never mind, he’d figured that out later). He supposed he could do a fair job if he really focused on it. “Of course,” he answered, reluctant to be leaving her for even a moment but it was for the best (provided that she was permitted to have her wounds cleaned and wouldn’t face punishment for this also but that was greatly unlikely).

He made his way through the house, finding the dining area without too much trouble and in turn the vase. An old tunic… strangely he managed to find one that appeared to be of such a description and carried all the items back to her, his footsteps a little heavier with the extra weight but the nobleman did not catch him so he was safe to assume that the man remained asleep. Upon returning to her he once again crouched behind her and wet the tunic as instructed. “Ok…” he whispered, meaning this simply as a warning in case she hadn’t heard him return; the last thing he wanted was her to feel the sting unexpectedly.

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