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It had certainly lived up to its billing.  All had a wonderful time. Until it was time to go home.  Marianne, who had gone with them had had to leave early to make her shift at the museum where she was scheduled  to give a lecture that evening.  Mennehotep had not been able to join them on the trip, but was already there at the museum to hear the lecture herself.  So with a final promise from the ancient ones to see her again that night, they parted company.

Somewhere between the park and the Museum, two ancient enemies had decided now was a good time to make their presence known.  Before they knew what hit, the Guardians were under full attack from a combined assault.  JaKal had flown out quickly from the group, rising into the air.  All of a sudden he felt a crippling singe as the world exploded into red blinding fire.

"At last I have you, my brother!" Came a loud laugh he hated.  Blackness surrounded him as the ground smashed into his bandaged form.  JaKal struggled, moaning for help.

"Sohkarra!" he cried.  "Rath, Nefertina, Armon!"

He heard their cries and the sounds of battle.  Why could he not open his eyes to see in front of him?

"Oh no, they are otherwise occupied," came Araq's laugh.  "You are mine..."

JaKal called out for Sohkarra to help him, for he was badly outnumbered by Scarab's Shabtis.  But wasn't sure she could hear him, for she had troubles of her own.  The other guardians were also occupied with vanquishing their own demons.  Sohkarra heard his need for help through his unique bond with her as opposed to hearing him.  She immediately tried to get to him, but was held back by Scarab.  Finally her telekinesis worked to get him off her.

"You'll never save him my dear, so say your good-byes."  He cackled in her ear.  In the heat of  anger she slammed against him with percussive telekinetic force.  The blue mist shoved Scarab twenty feet into a brick wall.  She immediately went to find JaKal.
By the time she got to him, he was down.  She didn't need to be a telepath to see that he had been badly hurt.  Sohkarra vanquished with the Shabtis still surrounding him.  She bore through the rubble that was now Shabti to get to his side where he lies hurt.

"JaKal!" she screamed.  In going to him she senses he is hurt worse than ever before.  He was struggling to get up, but cannot.  He kept repeating one thing, "I can't see... I can't see..."

Sohkarra pinned him fast with both hands to keep him from moving, which was difficult, for he was so much larger than she.  She yelled out to her brother and remaining guardians to attend her.

"Let me up Princess!" he demanded of her.  With his strength, he almost got away from her.  "I've got to save the Prince!"

"JaKal, you've got to lie still!  Rath and the others are getting to him now!" she yelled at him above the mayhem that was all around them.  She was trying to hold him down.

"You've been hurt and I am not sure yet how badly.  So please cooperate with me and stay still."  She knew the futility of that statement in the next moment as something happened that she had never dreamed would.  He surprised her and actually threw her off and away from him.  She landed painfully against a row of garbage cans that were lining the alley.  She hadn't managed to get herself and JaKal out of the alley Scarab and his miserable Shabtis had trapped them in.  She got up rubbing her now very sore back.

"All right JaKal..." she thought to herself.  "If that is how you want it..." Then she placed an immobilization spell on him to make it so he had no choice but to lie still.   She could hear him as he protested against what she was doing.  His language toward her was strong.  It pained her to hear such words from him.  She tried to keep in mind that he was hurt; and like a wounded animal, would go a little crazy. She wouldn't let it sway her from what she instinctively knew he needed.

Again, she went toward him.  She dropped down by his side once again to hold him.  "Why did you do this Princess?" he asked weakly.  "Why do you keep me from my duty?"

She held his head in her lap, hand pulling up his visor and gently stroked his cheek.  "I'm sorry my guardian.  But you and I both know you have no sight and I cannot risk you harming yourself more or being the cause of harm to my lord brother."  It grieved her to say those words. And she could only imagine what it did to him to have to hear them, even though he knew them to be true.  But her first duty, as it was his as well, was to protect her brother's spirit host.  Even if that protection came at the price of their own sacrifice.
This was something they all understood and accepted.  This was proving to be one of those times that she had to be the Princess; put her more intimate feelings for JaKal aside.   "The others are handling the situation.  They will be returning here shortly."

She put her face close to his in what she hoped was a gesture of comfort.  "Forgive me my dear one.  But I'm only doing what you yourself would do if it were one of us." She whispered to him.

His response to her was to close sightless eyes and turn from her.  He knew she was right, but his warrior pride would not allow him to let her know that.  He felt that she could not possibly know what he was feeling now.

Then she knew they were there.  "We are here now your Highness." Rath corrected her.

"Have the enemy been dealt with?" Sohkarra asked from her position at JaKal's side.  "Are all of you well?"  She had to know about the remainder of her guardians and Presley.

"We're fine my Princess." Armon stated.  "But I cannot say the same for those Shabtis."

"Yeah, we just kicked some major tut!" Presley added his part.  Then he looked past Sohkarra and saw that JaKal was still down.  Running to his side.  "JaKal!"

Sohkarra motioned to Nefertina and Armon to bring the Hot-Ra around so they could depart.  She called Rath to them.
Rath, in coming closer to the couple, could see there was much trouble here.  He noticed that JaKal's eyes were open again, but unseeing.  He heard Presley saying something about that he needed to find a splint, thus interrupting him in his examination.

"Whatever for young Prince?" he asked.  "What is a splint?"

Presley, looking exasperated, "Don't you see this Rath?"

At Rath's nod that he did not, asked Sohkarra to move aside.  When she did, what Rath saw shocked him.  For not only was the arm broken, but it was a compound fracture to boot.  The bone of JaKal's left forearm was sticking out through the skin and bandage as well.  "Oh my!" Rath managed to get out.  This was not a good sign for a reborn necrotic.  Exposure of what was left of their insides would not bode well for the individual.

"This needs a splint right now!" Presley yelled.  Without waiting for a reply, he got up and proceeded to get up to find something.  He returned a few seconds later with a broom handle.  "We need to cut this down to match the length of his arm," he explained.

Sohkarra, feeling a chance to get to take her anger out on something, took it and promptly broke it.  Rath and Presley just looked at each other and cringed.  The force she used was positively hostile.  Then she handed Presley the leftover handle.  "The splint you asked for brother." She said with a calmness that didn't match her action.  "Please help him."

Presley nodded.  "It will be all right Sis." He tried to comfort her.  All she could do was simply look back at him.
"But what about his sight?" she asked. "Do you think he will regain it?"

Presley shrugged.  He had no answer for that.  But decided the best thing to be done was to occupy himself from worrying about that by doing the splint for his guardian's broken limb.  Rath looked on; curious to see how this was going to be done.  By now, Armon and Nefertina had gotten back with the Hot-Ra.  When Presley mentioned he needed bandaging to wrap around the broom handle to secure it to JaKal's arm, Armon graciously offered some of his own bandaging to the cause.

Sohkarra muttered her thanks.  She had been lost in the shuffle as Presley took charge of the situation.  In spite of what was going on, she was proud of Presley for what he was doing.  She had never seen such a treatment before.

The others were busying themselves preparing to return to the sphinx.  Then a thought hit the Princess. "I want to take him to the hospital!" she announced.  That stopped everyone dead in his or her tracks.  (No pun intended.)

"What did you say?" Presley asked.  He had heard her, but was hoping she didn't mean what he thought she did.

"I want to take him to a modern healer." She repeated.  "I want him to be seen for his eyesight that has been lost."

"That's what I thought you said." Presley answered. Even though he would have liked JaKal to have a modern doctor see him, he could see the problems it would cause.  He knew that Sohkarra could too, but she wasn't thinking clearly quite now.  In fact she looked like she had been playing with fire. Which in essence she had.  Her face was hardly recognizable as blackened as it was.  Her new copper and black costume she had designed was now torn in a few choice places.

Nefertina too noticed this.  She went over and whispered to Presley who gave her his outer jacket.  Nefertina then went over and put it over Sohkarra's shoulders.  "You're bursting out here Karra." She told her.

Sohkarra looked down and saw that Nefertina was right.  She hadn't even realized, as concern for JaKal had taken all her attention.  "I didn't realize....."

"I won't even tell you about your face." Nefertina smiled faintly to her.  But she removed her cat paw anyway and lightly rubbed Sohkarra's cheek then showed her the blackened finger.

"Surely you know that is not possible your highness." Rath interjected.

A major disagreement ensued.  Sohkarra, for all intents and purposes, knew that what she was asking was not reasonable, but the thought of JaKal being this badly hurt was not something she ever thought she would have to deal with.  She wasn't sure as to how to proceed. This was still inconceivable to her.

JaKal himself brought an end to the disagreement.  "Princess Sohkarra, you know that Rath is correct in this." He said weakly. It was clear he was hurting.  That was something he was not used to.  "We cannot risk compromising the team for the sake of one."

"You are not just 'one' JaKal," she started.  "You are the leader of the guardians.  This is not something we have never been faced with before."

"The team will survive Princess." JaKal answered.  "You will have to lead for now; until I am once again able."

"But I've not had the training you have JaKal." She countered him.

Then Armon, who had been quietly taking all this in, stepped up.  He put his hands on Sohkarra's shoulders.  "You have had the training my Princess...." He told her bluntly.  At her curious look at him, continued.  "The 'Masters' prepared you for just this possibility, though you did not realize it at the time."

She had clearly never thought of her training with them in this light before.  But her warrior guardian and friend was clearly right in this.  There were times when Armon could be very wise indeed.

Even Rath had to concur with Armon's assessment.  "He is right princess.  That was exactly one of their purposes. Now you will have to put those skills to use.  Your brother needs you now. As does your head guardian.  Perhaps as never before."

"But..." Sohkarra couldn't fathom this.  But when she thought back on some of her lessons with the 'Masters', she realized what she had not before.  There truly was a great responsibility that came with their teachings.  Now would be the time the price would be paid.  Only time would tell if she had learned those lessons well enough to lead her seasoned guardians.  Another thought hit her as well.  Had they been using her somehow for their own dark purposes?  Would they have done that to her?

"No buts Karra," Nefertina interjected, bringing Sohkarra back from her private musings.  "It is on you now.  No need to worry.  With us to help, how can you go wrong?"  She raised her hand to do a high five with her Princess, which was returned, however unsure.
She looked to Presley with a look of apprehension.  "And you brother; what say you on this?"

Presley looked her right in the eye.  "Ya gotta do what ya gotta do Sis."  Then he joined the others.  "So go out and just do it!"

"I cannot take your place JaKal," she protested, feeling apprehensive of this new responsibility.

"They are right princess." JaKal again said.  It was clear he was in great pain.  "They will support you as they always have.  As they always supported me."

"So it's unanimous, and I suggest we get JaKal out of here so we can do more for him," Nefertina's voice came.

Sohkarra had the definite impression she had just been out-voted.  She wasn't sure how it had happened.  "Didn't anyone ever tell you guys you shouldn't argue with a Princess?" she muttered.

"So, what are we waiting for?" Presley yelled.  "Let's get out of here!"

It was painful for Sohkarra because she knew she had not the power to restore it.  She could heal some illnesses that were brought about naturally, such as a heart attack.  In those types of cases, she could reach the affected area and calm it.  But in JaKal's case, the injury was not of a natural origin, but derived from violence.  She had no idea how to connect with it. When JaKal asked her about it, she could not lie to him.

"I can do naught to help you my love." She told him quietly.  "We will have to watch and see what happens."  She said quickly.  Then silently cursed the limits on this so-called blessing of hers.

JaKal himself was getting a bit testy.  He detested the fact that it seemed like everyone was trying to coddle him because of his lack of sight.  He knew they didn't mean to, but it seemed inevitable that they would treat him with kid gloves.  He had always in the past been the one noted for being the  one who was always taking care of everyone but himself.  He'd always been the strong and reliable one everyone depended on.  This sudden change had shocked him to his very soul.  The end result was that everyone, including Presley and Sohkarra, got snapped at.  Even when they merely came into the room to see if he needed anything.

"If I need your help, I'll ask for it!" he yelled.  "Stop treating me as if I cannot do for myself!"  Then when he would try to do for himself, he would proceed to fall over the items inside Sohkarra's chamber.  Which did not help the situation at all.

After this latest episode, Sohkarra, standing outside the door as Nefertina had tried to take him some fruit, had heard the bowl as it shattered against the wall.  She sighed and seriously doubted the wisdom of going in.

Nefertina came out looking paler than usual.  "Gee, I was just trying to help." She defended herself.

"You're preaching to the choir here Nef." She assured her friend.  "I'm sure that he appreciates your help; even if he doesn't realize it now."

Nefertina inclined her head toward the door.  "Karra, are you sure you want to go in there?" she asked.  "There may not be much left to your room when he has finished with it."  She was trying to make a light joke, for there were few laughs during these dark days.

Sohkarra smiled at her oldest friend.  "No, I'm not.  But his lordship has sent word he wishes to speak with me." She confided. She said the word 'lordship' in a rather sarcastic manner which Nefertina didn't miss.

Nefertina wondered what this little meeting was going to be about.  But she felt that Sohkarra would tell her when it was over.  With a quick pat on the shoulder and final encouragement, she left her princess to her business.  "Good luck." She couldn't resist.

"Thanks..." Then Sohkarra stepped lightly into her room.

"Is the coast clear?" she inquired.  "Nefertina swore there was a hurricane named JaKal swirling around in here."

She could barely hear him as he answered her quietly.  "I'm glad you came Princess."  She bristled a little at the use of her title.  This was not going to be a pretty conversation.  He was sitting in a chair she kept in there for when she was reading.  Only a large candle burning an ocean breeze scent was lighting the room.

"What may I do for you JaKal?" she asked.  She went up to the back of the chair and put her hands on his shoulders, gently rubbing out the tension she could feel within.  For the first time she could ever remember, he flinched from her touch. "What is troubling you?" She asked of him.  "I can feel the tension emanating from you."

She automatically checked his arm, thinking it may be paining him again.  It was still securely bound up and seemed to be doing well. But unfortunately the progress did not include the regaining of his eyesight.  They had managed, with Presley's expert help, to get the bone replaced within the skin and reset.  This had not been a small task.  For he had to be awake during the procedure.  Even Rath, had shown the strain of what he had to do.  But finally, after much torment to all involved, the task had been completed.  Sohkarra had been able to soothe his mind with one of her spells.  But what she sensed from him now was not that type of pain, but rather pain of the mind.  This hurt her as well.

"I cannot see!" he snapped at her.  "I am useless like this!  What do you think is troubling me?" he demanded.  This outburst startled her and she instinctively stepped back.  "What is the matter Princess?" he demanded.  "You cannot even stand to touch me now that you think that I'm no longer able to perform my duties?"

Sohkarra immediately went around to the front of the chair and kneeled down in front of him.  She grabbed the hand of his good arm.  "No, it's nothing like that at all!" she answered him.  "What has happened to you does nothing to diminish how I feel for you.  It never could.  Surely you realize that!"  But she sensed that he would not believe her.  "I would be your eyes if you would let down your warrior's pride and guard to let me."

Then out of the blue, "I think you should replace me as the permanent leader of the guardians." He said quietly.  And then something even more unfathomable.  "You should leave me for someone who can be for you what you deserve."

This shook Sohkarra to her very soul.  "You are the one I love JaKal.  You are all I'll ever want." She answered.  "After all we have been through, I thought you knew that as well. Did you not hear what I said to you?"

"I thought I did as well..." he answered. He ignored the part of her question concerning her being his eyes.  "But now I'm not sure of anything."

Sohkarra was now visibly upset. But to her credit, she did not let JaKal know it.  She was standing there with hands folded.  Her one foot was also stomping lightly.  She could not retrieve what came out of her next. "Where do you suppose I should get this replacement for you JaKal?" she demanded, trying to control her growing temper.  "Do you really suppose that 3500 year old women are the latest rage?  I've heard of men going for older women, but don't you think I'm a bit too old, even for their strange tastes?"

"Princess, you shouldn't speak in that manner." He turned his head in the direction of her voice.  "You know you could have your choice of any man in this new time of ours.  Just as you did in Msir."

"I don't want 'any man', JaKal!" she answered irritably.  "I want you!  I have loved you for 3500 years.  Surely that should jog your memory!"

She got more irritated when he didn't answer her.

"What is the matter JaKal?" she went on.  "Nothing to say?  I think I'll go to the yellow pages and look under "Guardians R'Us" to find another guardian to take your place.  I'll go ahead and throw away my heart as well, for I will no longer have need of it."
Again he said nothing.

She truly didn't know what to think of this.  But was not ready to give up yet.  He was just so... distant!  "What can I do to help you remember JaKal?" she asked resignedly.  By now she was pacing the room, for she could not sit still.  The room was getting increasingly warmer, and it wasn't from good feelings being passed, but rather the heat of other emotions.  Both were saying things they didn't wish to.  And could well come to regret.  But neither could back off now.
The price of pride.

He again turned his head toward her voice.  It broke her heart to see those eyes, always in the past so blue in their clarity, now sightless.  His eyes had told such stories.  Now they only spoke of lost faith and confidence.  She had never thought he would let himself come so far down. She didn't know what she could do for him.  Especially since he seemed determined to weather this on his own.

"I don't think there is anything you can do for me Princess." He stated.  He got up from the chair  and promptly turned his back on her.  But she would have none of this.   She went around in front of him and surprised him by wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. Even though she felt his discomfort, she kept her arms around him so that the majority of their bodies were touching.  "You used to like it when I did this JaKal...." She whispered.  She took advantage of her position to give him a sound kiss on his cold lips.  But the reaction was not what was expected.

He stiffened and immediately broke it off.  He grabbed her arms and held her out at arm's length.  "Don't torture yourself or me by what can never again be Princess!" he pleaded.  "I beseech you!"

"Don't push me away JaKal." She countered him.  "Like it or not, we are one.  What you feel or go through, so do I.  You think I'm not suffering along with you?  How dare you think I would forsake you over this!  I am deeply insulted and angry with you JaKal."  As much as it hurt her to do so, when separated herself from him both physically and mentally.  " Now I think it best if I leave you alone so that you may reconsider your position.  For like it or not, we are all here together.  I especially, am with you; as you are ever with me!"

She then turned her back on him and promptly left the room, slamming the door behind her for emphasis.  One he couldn't miss as he jumped at the violence of the closure. As if more than a door was closing to him.

Presley, who had come to visit, stepped up to her.  He could see she was breathing heavily as if she had just undergone some great exertion.  He supposed that dealing with JaKal nowadays was just that.  He also knew that she had taken on most of the responsibility for his care herself.  He took her hand in a brotherly gesture of comfort. "It didn't go so great, huh Sis?" he asked.
She tried to smile slightly.  "No my brother... not so great."

"Don't worry; he'll come around." Presley tried to reassure her.  "You're too cute for even a blind man to resist."  He didn't know if that was the right thing to say or not, but there it was.

"No problema..." he said as he turned to leave.  "I came  to get you.  The others are waiting to talk to you also."

"I thought as much." She countered.  She walked by Presley's side to where her other guardians awaited her with a calmness she didn't feel.  Her insides were churning as much as 3500 year old insides could.  She just couldn't seem to feel calm or at ease these days.  She had a horrible feeling that this would continue until JaKal's sight was restored.  She hoped it would be soon.  There was still an outside chance that Rath may be able to find something to help.  She truly hoped so, for she knew that JaKal would not wish to 'burden' her.  But she couldn't help but still feel disappointed for she thought JaKal cared for her as well.  She was also angry that she could not understand how he could seem to turn his emotions off for her as if he had never loved her at all! Right now she wished she could do that as well.

But thinking on it further, she was glad she could not.  One didn't get over a 3500 year old love just on a whim.  When would JaKal realize that?

"Thanks... I think." She answered, smiling slightly, not sure if she was amused or not.

Rath, Nefertina and Armon greeted her cordially.  They could all see the tired lines that had appeared on her usually vibrant face.  In spite of everything, her royal bearing was still in place.  She didn't wish for her guardians to know just how bad her talk with JaKal had gone.

"How ya doing Karra?" asked Nefertina as she came up to her friend.

"I'm okay Nef," she answered simply.

"Is there any change?" Rath asked, getting to the point.

"No my tutor, there is not," Sohkarra answered.  "Have you found anything in your scrolls that may be able to help him?"

Rath's look told her that he had as yet been unsuccessful in finding anything that would be of assistance.  "My magic and spells are no cure for the acts of violence." He stated flatly. "That would also be true for your own powers my Princess."
"I know you are right about that Rath." She answered.  "But I feel so useless.  What good are these so called "gifts" if they cannot enable me to help the man I love?"  Rath put a hand on hers in a rare show of outward support because he had no answer for her.  He didn't bother to mention his opinion of what he thought of her training with the dark ones in the past.  It would just create more discord. That was something they didn't need now.

"Shucks!" Armon muttered.  They all shared his sentiment.

"But wait, why haven't we asked Menne?" Armon suddenly said.  "I mean she's an alchemist... couldn't she..."

"I have not heard from her in two days," Rath said.  "I had already asked her to try and find a cure... she has yet to return my call..."

"Menne might be our last hope," Armon said.  "She's got to be..."

"Would one of you please stay close to him while I get some air?" Sohkarra asked.  "I feel the need to go out in the sun and attempt to balance myself once more."

Nefertina put a hand to her shoulder. "Getting to you is he?" she asked in an attempt at a little humor.

"I'll say he is." Presley started to say.  Ignoring Sohkarra's shake of the head to not say more, continued.  "She just left a slammed door in his face."

"Rapses!" she scolded.  "Say no more!"  She couldn't stand the looks she was getting from her guardians for pity was not an emotion she handled well.  Looking at the others, she spread her arms in an all encompassing gesture.  "Don't you all look at me that way! I am FINE!!"

Nefertina hadn't realized the extent of this till now.  "Karra?"

Armon, ever the peacemaker, in an effort to keep the peace immediately volunteered to go in to stay with JaKal. "Go make yourself well little sister.  You know I can sit on JaKal if I have to."

 "Thank you big brother." Sohkarra thanked him.  "I do very much appreciate it.  Be my guest to sit on him, even if you don't have to."
Armon smiled at the bit of spunk she still showed.  "As you command Princess."

"Do you want me to come with you Sis?" Presley asked.

She put a hand to his shoulder. "Thanks my brother, but I think you have done quite enough." Referring to his earlier reporting of what had happened with JaKal. "I do need to be alone for a while to think." She answered.  "Do you mind?"

He smiled back at her.  "Nah. I don't mind.  I do understand."

"Thank you." She answered.  To the others, said, "I'll be back soon. I fear there is someone we have neglected badly.  I hope she'll forgive us for not showing up at the lecture."

Rath too remembered.  "Oh my." Was all he could say.  He had been so wrapped up with trying to find a cure for JaKal that all else had been pushed to the back of his mind.  "Maybe I should go Princess."

"No Rath." Sohkarra answered.  "I'll go.  I'll be sure to tell her what happened and that the rest of you are fine.  Plus I need to talk to someone else."

Rath didn't like her answer, but accepted it.  Perhaps it would help if the Princess could talk to another woman.  He knew that Sohkarra had been instrumental in his getting together with Marianne in the first place.  And the two of them had become thick as thieves themselves, often delighting in teaming up to infuriate him.  "Call us with your amulet if you have need of us your highness." he reminded her.  "JaKal would still have our hides if anything were to happen to you."

"Then I shall endeavor to not let that happen to any of you," Sohkarra answered.  Then she turned and out of the sphinx she went.

As Marianne removed her lab coat in preparation to leave, she had an odd feeling she was needed. She had not seen or heard from any of her ancient friends since the day of the amusement park opening. They had been going to attend her lecture that evening.  They had never shown up. Only Menne had, and she had been asked to return to her husband Tuthmosis' side soon afterwards.  That was most unusual for they maintained a regular contact with her since they had met several months ago.  She couldn't help but be concerned.  But by what she was feeling, she knew the answer would soon be coming.  Or if it were not, she would make haste and go to them to get to the bottom of their strange silence.

The scientist exited her lab, carrying her purse and briefcase in hand.  Out in the visitor's lobby she noticed her friend Sohkarra wearing a modern outfit of denim shorts, a tank top and sandals.  The outfit outlined her lean form quite nicely.

Marianne noticed the unusually serious look on her face and she realized this was no ordinary social call.  "I must say this is a pleasant surprise," Marianne said to her friend.  "What brings you here?"

"Hi.  I was in the neighborhood.   I... can we talk somewhere private?" Sohkarra asked.

This took Marianne by surprise.  "Sure, want to come to my apartment? You look as if you lost your best friend.  Is everything well with the others?" She was almost afraid to ask the last part of her question, but perhaps now she would find out why she hadn't heard from Rath, or indeed any of them since their outing to the amusement park.

Bravely the princess tried to fend off the tears that threatened to form.  On the cable car ride home she spoke little.  Mary waited patiently till they came to her apartment for the Princess to talk.  Once they were sitting on the sofa together, it all came rushing out at once:

"JaKal... was injured in a battle with Scarab the other day," Sohkarra said grimly.  Her chin wobbled as she went on.   "I tried to keep him still... and Presley... he was wonderful...  splinted him and everything... and the others... drove Scarab off.  But JaKal... was... was..."

"Was what?"

"Blinded..." she got out, and felt the tears forming again.

"Why didn't I know about this?" she asked, startled.  That would certainly explain why Rath had not been by to visit for several days.  And indeed she had been planning on visiting the sphinx herself to see what was going on.  Now she knew.

"How did it happen?" she wanted to know.

Sohkarra looked at her.  "The usual... Scarab.  As for us not telling you, that was my fault.  I didn't want to worry you needlessly."

Marianne wasn't happy with this answer.  "I wish you had let Rath tell me.  For I care for all of you a great deal and I may have been able to help.  So please, do not shut me out."  She saw the look of sorrow in Sohkarra's eyes and backed off.  "What happened?"

"Scarab jumped all of us when we were taking Presley home after you left us." Sohkarra explained.  "Needless to say, he had a goodly number of his blasted Shabti with him.  We were all getting hit pretty badly.   We got Presley safely away, which is the only good thing that came of this.  But the bottom line is that I was not there for JaKal when he most needed me.  As a result, he was badly beaten before I could get to him to help.  The damage had been done by the time I got to him."

Marianne looked horrified.  Things happened to them, but it did not usually include getting so badly hurt for any of them.  "What were you saying about Presley having to use a splint?"

"One of JaKal's arms was broken badly." Sohkarra answered.  "The bone was sticking out through both his skin and bandages. What Presley called a 'compound fracture'."
Marianne winced at this.

Sohkarra continued, "So Presley got a hold of a broom handle and Armon donated some of his bandaging to help."

"How is everyone now?" Marianne asked.  She was concerned for Rath, but didn't want to seem overt about it; especially in light of JaKal's injuries.  She was sure that one of the crew would have contacted her had he been injured... or would they?

Sohkarra sensed Marianne's quandary.  "Rath is fine." She imparted.  She saw the look of relief that came over her friend's face.  "Only JaKal sustained any serious and seemingly lasting injuries.  The arm seems to healing well on its own, but his sight has not returned."

"Why do I get the feeling that his injuries aren't the worst part of all this?" Mary asked.

"How well you know me," Sohkarra sighed.  She bit her lip as the tears threatened again.  "But... when I tried to comfort him... he would have none of it.  He... pushed me away... shut me out..."

Marianne wrapped Sohkarra in her arms.  The strain of the past few days came over the Princess, and was released in hot angry tears.  Even though she was a brave warrior and a good leader, she was still a young woman with many emotions that had not experienced this sort of isolation from the one she loved.  It was clear that she was afraid of what she did not know.  "I'll make Scarab pay for this outrage if it's the last thing I do!" she cried out.

"Shhh, it's all right... cry it out," Marianne said to her, rubbing her friend's back.  "Don't hold it in, Sohkarra.  It must hurt... I know..."

"Darn these tears!" She was mad at herself for her seeming weakness.  "I can't seem to hold them back in spite of the fact that they do not help anything."

"Don't worry." Marianne soothed her.  "No one needs to know."

"Thanks, I appreciate that." She answered. Sohkarra further explained that JaKal had requested that she temporarily replace him as the leader of the guardians.

Marianne could see the logic in this and told the Princess so.  But then came the surprise.  "He even asked me to go out and find another to take his place in my heart."

Marianne was truly surprised at this. "Why would he say this?" But knew the answer as soon as she asked.
"It is his warrior pride." Sohkarra said.  "And Isis help me; I cannot break through it."

"Men!" Marianne muttered.

"What was that?" Sohkarra asked.

Marianne realized Sohkarra had heard her.  "I was just thinking that men can be so thick when faced with something that they feel threatens their manhood.  In this case JaKal is feeling unworthy of you and I can't say I'm surprised at that." Marianne answered.  At Sohkarra's look, continued,  "What I mean is that with him used to being in charge and dealing with the pressure he does, he doesn't know what to do with himself now.  Does it help you to discuss this with me?"

Sohkarra answered carefully, for she didn't want to make Marianne feel bad by what she would say. "My guardians are too close to both me and the situation on the whole.  As you well know, I have little or no privacy. They still feel the need to be constantly near." She tried to explain as delicately as she could.  "An unfortunate throwback from how things were when we lived.  So it goes without saying that I cannot feel completely comfortable discussing this with them. Rapses is still too young. This is not something one discusses with one's brother.  So I've came to you, for you have proven a true and trusted friend... but one who isn't..." She looked at Marianne hoping she was not taking what she was trying to impart the wrong way.

"Directly involved, but someone who still understands?" Marianne completed.

Sohkarra nodded.  "So you do understand?  You are not angry with me?"

Marianne grinned at her.  "No, I'm not angry.  I haven't forgotten that it took a lot of work on all of our parts to get to where we are now. Even after everything, we still have issues.  It's not every day that one is honored to meet ancient Princes and Princesses and their guardians, let alone fall in love with one."

Sohkarra sighed with relief.

Marianne went on, "You know you can always trust me in matters of the heart.  Even though I am new to this relationship with your Tutor, I have had my share of relationships with men..." She was all right with Sohkarra's statement, for she truly felt close with all of the ancient ones she had come to know and care for over the last several months.  And had indeed protected them on occasion. As they had protected her in return.  Sohkarra herself had been the instrumental force in bringing her and Rath together.

But she would have preferred that one of them had come over to tell her what had happened so she could have offered assistance.  But she knew now and that was all that mattered.  It was clear that Sohkarra had enough on her mind and had simply forgotten.  She was sure that JaKal could be a less than ideal patient for he had a very strong personality.  She also knew Sohkarra would insist on being his primary caretaker.  But it would seem that even an ancient Princess had her limits.  It was apparent that  Sohkarra was finding hers now.  She was not used to being spurned by JaKal, her chosen one.  Even as she was also his chosen one.

Sohkarra seemed attuned to her thoughts.  "I am sorry I did not send Rath to you sooner to tell what happened, but I've needed him to help me try to find something... anything to help JaKal regain his sight.  Even Mennehotep is doing all she can to help..."

Again, Marianne grinned at her.  "I forgive you..."

"As for Rath, I remember when you showed Nefertina and I that book, you had said then that Rath wasn't the first man you'd had such feelings for... and I assumed..."

"Well, I'm no counselor, but my shoulder is here to cry on... This is not going to be easy for you or JaKal.  But what he's doing right now is a typical male thing.... It's a matter of pride... you are the woman he loves, and right now he feels he is not worthy of you or of that love.  You are the Princess he can no longer protect as opposed to the woman he loves."

"Why should he feel like that?" Sohkarra quizzed.  "After all, I have loved him for 3500 years and he knows this to be true."

"I don't know.  It's a guy thing.  But what he needs now is space and understanding.  But don't you dare give up on him.  Don't let him shut you out completely.  Keep the communication open...even if he wishes it otherwise."

"I don't think he wants to see me..." she said. "Plus I can sense that something else bothers him. He knows that I know this.  He curses me for my ability to feel his thoughts.  Even though he knows I cannot help it."

At Marianne's curious look, "He has been acting differently since before his accident. Distant.  But he was still courteous, but as a guardian to his Princess.  He will not speak to me of his thoughts."

But Marianne was adamant, "Treat his injuries, and let him know you are there for him.  But also let him know you still love him...even if he denies you should... but be prepared for rejection...For right now he knows not what is best for him."

"How do you know?"

"A long time ago I had a cousin, whom I love like a sister... who developed a serious diseased called Multiple sclerosis... and we all didn't predict how she'd react..."

"How did she react?" Sohkarra wanted to know.  "What is this disease?"

"It is a disease that attacks the body with absolutely no mercy." Marianne explained.  "At first she was like JaKal is now.  She shut us all out thinking she could deal with it herself; that if she ignored it, it would somehow go away."

"Did it?" Sohkarra asked quietly.

"No, MS never goes away." Marianne answered.  "But with treatments, it can be controlled."

Sohkarra appeared to ponder this.  "I used to be able to help people with loss of sight in the old country when it was caused by the clouding of the eyes that used to happen to some people.  But with JaKal, it is different and I am completely useless to him."

"Why can you not help him?" Marianne asked.  She had long wanted to know more of Sohkarra's amazing powers of healing.

"JaKal's blindness was caused by an act of violence." Sohkarra said.  "I was able to help the others because their blindness was by natural causes.  JaKal's was not."

 "That makes a difference?"

"Yes, I'm afraid it does.  When the problem stems from natural causes, I can reach into the soul to the source." The Princess explained.  "But when it is caused from violence, there is no central point from which to draw from. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I do," the answer came.

Sohkarra, then going back to the subject of Marianne's cousin, "Did your cousin ever learn to resign herself to the fact of her illness?"

"Yes she did; with time." Marianne answered.  "But it took a lot of time.  With our love and support she finally saw that the best way to handle it was to get support from those of us who loved her best."

"I see." Sohkarra said thoughtfully.  "Do you think it will be the same with JaKal?  I swear to Isis I can not and will not take him up on his plea to me to forsake him for another.  I must have faith that this will pass and he will again have sight.  He is too vital a person to not be able to see this new world and time around him."

Marianne again put a hand to Sohkarra's shoulder.  "I'll pray to my own God that he will be well again and be able to see everything new world around him.  But in the meantime, you think about what I've said and don't let him shut you out.  I have faith that you being who you are, will not."

Sohkarra actually smiled a bit.  "I will try hard not to.  But he is being a most difficult patient."

"That doesn't surprise me, for he is a very dynamic individual."  Then Marianne thought of something.  "Would you like me to talk to him for you?"

Sohkarra thought about that.  "Maybe at some later time.  Right now he would just go off on you like he has us, and I wouldn't want you to see him when he's acting so."

Marianne laughed at that.  "All right...I'll hold off.  But the offer is still open."

"I may take you up on that." Answered Sohkarra.  "But now I must go back to the lion's den that my chambers have become. And hope that I don't lose my head to the animal.  I thank you for listening.  Again, you have proved yourself a worthy friend."

"It was my pleasure Karra."  She used the nickname that she had heard Nefertina use.  She felt she knew this ancient Princess well enough now to use it.

Sohkarra was pleased to hear the use of her shortened name.  She proceeded to depart for home.

"I have it!" his voice echoed throughout.  "Heka, attend me now!"

"You sound almost cheerful boss." She commented as she slithered to his side.  "I can tell you have got something absolutely wretched in mind for your prey and their butt-in-ski guardians."

"I do indeed!" answered the former Vizier of Amenhotep.  "Seeing as that Araq was successful in crippling JaKal.  You should have heard the sound of his arm cracking!"

"You are so devious when you are speaking of maiming," Heka laughed.  "So what does this mean?"

"There is considerable doubt among our guardians.  If we play our cards right we can forever bring the precious Prince into our midst whilst our Princess deals with her little dissension in the ranks."

"Princess, you need not bother." He quietly said to her.

No response from her as she seemed not to hear him. He reached down with his good arm to pull her up.  "Enough!"
Only then did she seem to acknowledge him.  "Does this mean you are ready to tell me now what has been bothering you since before you were hurt?"

"I don't know what you are talking about Princess." He tried to evade her question.

She would have none of it.  She made it clear that that she would not.  "You insist on treating me as  your Princess JaKal?  Very well.  How's this for you?  As your Princess, I am commanding you to open yourself up to me and tell me what is wrong." She saw that he turned sightless eyes to her with a look of surprise in them.  She continued on.  "Your behavior is disruptive to the discipline within the guardians and is most upsetting to myself and your lord Prince."

Even though he could not see her, he could feel her determination, for her emotion was communicating itself very clearly.  The bond they shared had not been severed even with this crises.

"As you command my Princess." He gave in.  "I will speak."

"Then do so now."

His shoulders sagged.  "Very well." He didn't know to say this, except to come right out with it. "I had a dream about Tia."

"Tia?" she asked, confused.  "Why should that bother you?  She was your wife after all.  That is a truth we both know."

"You don't understand Princess!" he cried out.

"Then enlighten me JaKal." She countered him.  "Now!"

"She was accusing me of unfaithfulness." He answered quietly.  "She said that I had betrayed our vows now that I am here.  That I have no right or place to pursue a relationship with you."

It was all clear to Sohkarra now.  It pained her to ask what she now must.  "You still feel guilt over us?"
JaKal nodded.  "I had always harbored such guilt.  As you yourself said, she is my wife.  I should not have....."  He was stopped by her fingers at his lips.

"You went into this just as I did.  Willingly and with respect to what went in the past.  Were we not told by those close to us that Tia had remarried?"

"Our information was second and third hand princess.  We have no actual proof that she actually did."

"Didn't Menne herself tell you?" Sohkarra asked.  JaKal said nothing to this.

She decided to try another tact.  "What of my father JaKal?" she asked.  "Would he have given his leave for us if he knew that she had not remarried?"

"He had originally stated that I would be reunited with her when he first arrived.  It was only later that he changed his mind and gave his permission for us to explore our feelings."

"You are determined to let her be a barrier at this late date JaKal?" she asked in a slightly raised voice.  "Why?  Why now?"

"Don't you see Princess?" he queried.

"No I do not JaKal!" she answered.  "All I see is you trying to destroy something that has been 3500 years in the making and is the most precious of gifts.  I see no logic to this at all."

"You are not my wife Sohkarra!" he countered.  "You are not Tia!  You cannot presume that I would love you the same way!"

She stood back from him horrified.  "What do you mean JaKal?" she demanded.  "Why would you say such a thing?"

"After that dream, I could not forget what I had lost.  I know I should not, for I have been given the greatest of gifts with your love.  But I am in doubt. I feel guilt such as I had not known before.  I loved her deeply Sohkarra.  To expect from me that depth of love... I am not capable of loving you the same way..."

"JaKal!."

"I had asked Tia to marry me when I realized beyond any doubt that you were forever beyond my reach.  Your father saw to that." He explained knowing it would hurt her to hear this.  He also knew it could create a permanent rift between them that could never be breached.   He could sense her eyes on him even through her silence.  "Oh yes, I had seen you in more than a royal light as I watched you grow. But I knew you could never be mine.  Then I met Tia.  She fell in love with me.  We married.  She proved an able and true wife.  I did love her.  But I was always acutely aware of the fact that you also held a special place within my heart.  You were the reason I did not stop being a royal guardian."

"What do you mean?" Sohkarra asked quietly.  She felt like she was dying inside.  But she had to hear this out to the end, no matter what.  She had asked for it.

"One thing you do not know is that I very nearly resigned my position as leader of the royal guard." He answered.  "But I decided against it when I realized that I did not want to lose total contact with you."

"I never knew...."

"As I never meant for you to." He replied.  "I never even told Rath of this."'

"I understand JaKal." She answered.  "But all of this has nothing to do with the here and now. You are still leader of the guardians.  I have said this.  I am only taking your place until you are well."

"It does." He countered her.  "I stand by what I said before.  You must find someone who is worthy of you.  I cannot give you the love you deserve.  And continue to lead the guardians."

By now, Sohkarra could stand no more. "Very well JaKal." She said quietly.  "I'll do as you ask. I do not know what else to do now.  I pray to Isis that it is your injury that is making you speak thus. For I do not believe for a moment you have stopped loving me.  Your own emotions speak otherwise.  But once you do realize your error, pray that I will be there to hear your apology."

Now JaKal was on notice.  "Now I must ask what you mean by your statement Princess."

She went to him then and took his bandaged hand.  "You have hurt me deeply with your words. I must now take time away to contemplate them.  You must do the same.  Consider the consequences of your words.  I am going away from the sphinx until we are sure of where we are going with so called relationship of ours.  Or if we even have one to pursue.  So you can see, you have opened a major can of doubt."

"I still love you Princess." He told her.  He gripped her hand hard as if not wanting to let go. Afraid that if he let her go, she would leave his afterlife forever.  Could he bear that?  "You must believe me."

"I know you do JaKal." She answered.  "But as long as you still have doubts that I thought you had managed to work through, we have nothing more to say to one another.  I will leave.  Rapses and the others will know where to find me if I am needed." She pulled her hand away from him.  Or tried to.

Then he did something he hadn't done since before his accident.  He grabbed her to him roughly and proceeded to give her a hard
kiss.  The suddenness of his action took her by surprise. He held her so tightly that she could not merely back away from him.
A tear ran down her cheek as she momentarily gave in to the sensation she had only found in his arms.  But she knew this could well be the last time.  She knew they had nothing but the traditional Princess/guardian relationship as long as he still had doubts.  She would take nothing less than his full devotion.  She deserved nothing less. With this thought she gave a gentle telekinetic push to separate herself from him.

"Why Karra?" he asked.  "Why do you push me away from you?"

"How can you ask that JaKal?" she asked.  "You have stated that I am not Tia.  I concede you that point.  Now I'll leave you to make your decision. Then she turned and walked out of the room closing the door quietly behind her.
She heard as he called out her name.  But she would not return.  Making sure no one was in the immediate vicinity, she quietly gave in to her emotions.

Prayer and rest.  After all she'd been through, it seemed she had little rest nowadays.  Being in this place gave her a taste of home.  On the floor tiles flickered a kaleidoscope of rainbows.  The noonday sun was shining in the stained glass windows, decorated with biblical scenes and saints and apostles.  An American flag stood to one side, next to the typical red cross on a filed of white with the St. Andrew's cross of stars in the upper left corner.  St. Andrew and St. George combined for the symbol of this particular branch of Christianity.  So close to England, and yet so many miles away.  Down to the choir stalls that sat opposite each other up in the sanctuary, separated from the nave by an ornate wooden screen.

Sighing she sat down in a pew, and pulled out the kneeler.  Crossing herself she began to pray, "Grant oh Lord healing power for my friend, who is not of this religion, but is close in my prayers give him your healing grace and support in this difficult time, and guide his beloved in the ways of wisdom? that she may lead with discernment?"

Marianne felt the anger in her heart welling up.  It just wasn't fair that one so strong and vital, even though he was a 3500-year-old mummy, would be reduced to such a morass of sorrow.  She looked up from the prayer, eyes searching in vain for something to inspire her.  She noticed the sun shining through a window depicting a medieval saint slaying a dragon: St. George.  His red cross upon white was one of the triple crosses superimposed, in the flag of Great Britain.  And one of the two upon the shield of the Episcopal church.  She could swear she saw a sudden movement out of the corner of her eye.  Sighing she said her amen and left the church, feeling a bit better, but still empty inside for the plight of her friends.  What could she possibly do?  If she took JaKal to a modern hospital, they would discover his secret for certain.  Even if Sohkarra bequeathed him with her now infamous blush of life spell.

"Hmm, I cannot help but wonder if St. George had his own problems, or if he even can relate," she sighed.  The legend had been told for years, for he was the national saint of England, her own country.  Even if she was born within sight of the pyramids.

Exiting the church she moved towards a tranquil garden that was planted between the church and the parish hall.  Small flagstones were interspersed with gravel along a hedged path.  For some reason she walked along.  It was then that she tripped over one of the paving stones and went flying.  Her hands splayed to catch her as she fell.  There was the glint of something shiny in one bush.
Grumbling to herself she pushed up with both skinned hands.  And shook her head.  Still that gleam of metal caught her eye.

It was then that she reached out to touch whatever the source was.  A small chain pendant hung over a bush, apparently discarded.  She held it up to the sun.  It was some sort of a crest, with the device of George upon it, except there seemed to be his portrait, slaying a miniature dragon before the red cross.  Very odd.  And on the reverse side was the blue shield of St. Andrew, with its white 'x' cross in solid bars. Who would have such a thing?  For the church-goers here rarely had anything like this.  Perhaps a pin with the Episcopal shield, or a cross, or any other piece of jewelry.  Still, perhaps it was a specialty item, made for some churchgoer who wished to celebrate the Scottish roots of the Episcopal church behind the preserving of the Anglican tradition.  That was why on the shield of the Episcopal church, the two crosses were so combined.

Rapidly she rushed into the rectory hoping to find the parish secretary to report a missing item.

She handed the small pendant to the elderly woman across the oaken desk.  Marianne thought nothing more of the matter as she got onto a cable car and headed home.  She called the private phone number of the Sphinx from her cell phone, hoping that Rath would pick up.  To her relief she heard his softly accented voice.  And sighed.

"No change?" she asked.

"I am afraid not, my love," came his voice.

"How is the Princess and everyone else holding up?"

"All is quiet.  But I fear not for the best...."

"I'll come over straight-away," Marianne said.  She happened to finger into her pocket, and had a
look of disbelief!  For as she pulled her hand out, she saw the same pendant she had found in the
church garden!!!!   Mary felt a bit dizzy.  She had seen the parish secretary put the item into a small envelope with Mary's name and phone number!  But how did it get here?

"Good grief," she muttered.  This was very odd indeed!  Holding it up she felt compelled to put it on.  As she fingered the crest she noted it had a reverse side.  St. Andrew's device? Very odd indeed.

This was no mere coincidence.  Quickly she rushed off to the Sphinx before anything else odd could happen.

Sohkarra and Nefertina, who had been sitting at the stone table playing cards, seeing JaKal was asleep, looked up at the booming voice that had always been Armon's own trademark.

"What in the name of Bastet is with you Armon?" Nefertina asked.  "The pizza house closed down again?"

"Not funny Nef." Armon answered.  "You'll never guess who was on the phone just now!"

"This had better be important Armon," Rath answered as he came strolling into the room with scrolls in hand.  "You interrupted my studies."

"This has nothing to do with your so called studies Rath." Armon piped in.  He didn't often speak to the scribe as such, but he was clearly troubled.

"Well, then, get on with it." Rath insisted strongly.

"Scarab has found out a way to contact us." Armon started.  "That was him."

This brought an audible gasp from those assembled.  Sohkarra closed her eyes and put her hands to each side of her face as she normally did as she tried to project out with her mind further than her immediate vicinity.

"Rapses!" she cried out.  She reopened her eyes and addressed her guardians.  "I know what you know Armon.  He has Presley which he has Rapses!"

"Damn!" Nefertina whispered.

"How could this happen Rath?" Sohkarra asked.  "Wouldn't his amulet have warned us?"

"I'm not sure what happened your highness." Rath answered.  He too was puzzled.  But the immediate concern was apparent.  The Prince must be saved.  And before Scarab could remove the soul of Rapses from Presley to use for his own immortality.  He would come after the Princess with a vengeance should that happen.

And this on the heels of the volatile conversation JaKal and Sohkarra had engaged in. Of which no one present was still sure of what that had been.  Only that Sohkarra seemed even sadder following it.

Rath had only time enough to wonder briefly when this would all end.  Would any of them be around to tell of it?

"What is going on here gang?" she inquired.

Sohkarra rushed over to her.  "This is not the best time for a visit." She said.  "We have an emergency we must deal with!"

"But....." Marianne started.  "What emergency?"

"Marianne," Sohkarra asked her before she could ask more.  "I would greatly appreciate it if you would stay here to watch JaKal."

"But you may need my help," Marianne said.  "I may not have armor but..."

"Please my love, you can help us," Rath said.  "And the best way is to do that is to stay with JaKal in case Scarab tries to attack the Sphinx.  It will give the Princess one less thing to worry over. She needs to focus on the mission at hand and what lies before her."

"Very well, I will stay with him, and perhaps speak with him as well," Marianne smiled, with a slight wink.

Rath kissed his love good-bye, before joining the others.  "I think that is a smashing idea my love.  For Ra knows he needs it before he drives her highness crazy."

The scientist approached the small room where JaKal was staying. She entered, without identifying herself.

"Who is there?" JaKal asked.  "It cannot be Sohkarra... I smell a scent of vanilla..."

"Correct Sherlock Holmes," Mary said.  She knew he had smelled her perfume, Vanilla Fields, which was very different from the Ciara potion Sohkarra was so fond of.

"Marianne?  What are you doing here?"

"Looking after you, per the Leader's orders," Mary said.

"I don't need looking after!"

"Of course you don't" Mary said.  "You are the brave and mighty JaKal..."

"Do not mock me..."

"I'm not.  But you are mocking yourself moping by around here like this..."

"Why do you speak to me thus?"

"You have been speaking and dealing with your friends in a rather disrespectful way.  From what I hear things have been most interesting..."

"I don't want to be coddled!"

"Nobody does.  Believe me I am not coddling you.  You are lucky I am not forcing tea and crumpets down your throat this minute..."

"Marianne, why are you here?"

"To make sure you are all right.  Sohkarra herself charged me with the responsibility to keep an eye on you and the sphinx.  But I don't know why..."

"She is right to entrust another to guard the Sphinx," JaKal said. "But the fact remains that you are no warrior."

"Maybe not.  But you yourself often said I was a valued friend and ally..."

"You are..."

"Hmm, thanks.  But it would seem that there is another young lady who is not feeling very appreciated right now..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Princess Sohkarra.  The woman you love, in case you've forgotten."

"She has discussed personal matters with you?"

"Why shouldn't she?  She is my best friend.  Or one of them.  As you are my friend too!  Right now things are less than satisfactory between you two..."

"Why do you say so?  The Princess has been informed of my decision." JaKal asked, indicating that the matter was not to be discussed.

"She has indeed," Marianne said, folding her arms across her chest much like Rath did. "She is not happy."

"She should not trouble herself with me," JaKal said sadly.  "I have told her to seek another..."

"Why?" Mary asked simply.

"Is it not obvious!"

"Not to me," Marianne said sharply.  "Nor is it to her!"

"I have been injured!  I am not fit..." JaKal tried to defend his decision even though he was not happy with it himself.

"Poppycock!"  Marianne spat.  "I don't believe that rubbish for a second! What else is bothering you?"

This question made JaKal's head turn in her direction. "What would you know of it?"

"Plenty, JaKal!" Marianne said, her voice increasing in volume.  "You think you are washed up because you can't see? That's absolute tripe!  That is the least of your worries!  You can still walk about as cool as you please!  There are some people who haven't got that luxury!  All you've lost is your sight! But Sohkarra says you have been acting weird since before your accident."

"Without it I cannot see!  A hunter is not fit to serve without sight!" He was clearly ignoring the second part of her inquiry.  She decided not to push that particular issue.  It was something between he and Sohkarra. So decided to stay with the main matter at hand.

"Maybe.  But do you think that being blind makes you unfit to love the woman who loves you?"

"She deserves someone better," JaKal said firmly.  "In my present condition, I am not able to love her as she deserves."

"She wants you, JaKal.  Lord knows why she does, with you fretting and fussing so like some bloody child!  Sitting on your bum feeling sorry for yourself as you are!  You really are blind!"

"A Princess needs someone who can prove a fit mate to stand at her side." JaKal defended his position.  But he was not used to dealing with a modern woman.

"Your lack of sight doesn't make you unfit in her eyes." Marianne reasoned.  "She is willing and able to be your eyes.  If you will let her.   She may show you more than you ever imagined possible.  Didn't you know that I had come into the room a while ago?  You picked right up on the fact that I was there.  That is a valuable asset.  Now that your eyes don't function, your other senses are picking up the slack."

JaKal considered this for a moment.  She was right.  He had noticed that his other senses were sharper.  Slowly he came to a decision, "Marianne, if that is the case, I must ask you a favor..."

"Name it."

"Will you be my eyes?  I fear that Sohkarra requires her guardian..."

"What do you have in mind?"

JaKal moved over to her, chanting, "With the Strength of Ra!"

THE BATTLE

As they arrived on the scene, Marianne lead JaKal to where Sohkarra was fighting Shabti.  Carefully he carried her, and followed her directions towards the thick of the fight.  Rath and Nefertina were fighting Scarab, as Armon is faced off against Araq.  JaKal fired a close fire arrow on Scarab, with Marianne hanging onto his neck.  JaKal could hear the taunts of the aged sorcerer and the sizzle of the fire arrow as it hit its mark.  A charred smell reached his nostrils as he flew overhead.

"Well done!" Marianne shouted.  "Presley's right ahead of you!  Put me down here..."

"You defend the Prince.  Where is Sohkarra?"

"Over there hemmed in by Shabti..." Marianne said.  JaKal set her down as he heard Presley's cry of relief.

"JaKal!  You came!"

"Stay with Marianne... I've got a score to settle with a certain sorcerer..." JaKal gritted.  Before either the boy or the scientist could protest, he took to wing, following the shouts and taunts of the Vizier.

Sohkarra felt the sparking of JaKal's presence, and almost lost her concentration.  A great lot of Shabti had ringed her in, and all her attempts to push them back failed.  How many of these clay creations had he baked up this time.  A blazing arrow slammed into the ones to the left and right, narrowly missing her.

"I'm here Princess!" he cried, and landed at her side.  Just then, Scarab turned his attention to them, pushing Nefertina aside as she struggled to block his way.

"So... you came, mighty hunter.  Have you lost your wits with your site?"

"I will do my duty no matter what..." JaKal whispered.

"JaKal... you can't see..." Sohkarra whispered at his side.

"Princess... you can.  Guide my aim... and we shall triumph..." JaKal whispered to her.  Her mind wrapped around his, beaming a vision through her eyes into his own brain.  He let her in for the first time in weeks, and his thoughts moving inside her were a welcome friend.  She didn't know whether to be glad to see him or angry at his defying her request he stay behind.  She would deal with that later.  At his side she guided his hands to help him shoot at Scarab.  Fire arrow after fire arrow flew straight and as true as if JaKal himself were seeing each missile's path.

Marianne bravely kept Presley behind her as she threw up a mystical shield.  Somehow it seemed much more difficult to do this lately.  Her elemental powers were faulty at best.  And even more so now than ever before.  It was all she could do to transmute the Shabti that managed to reach them.  The best defense seemed to hurl spheres of lead made from the surrounding oxygen in the air at them.  Still they kept coming.

Presley shouted as he saw Armon facing off against Araq.  Already Araq had fired upon Nefertina from behind, stunning her as her armor fizzled out.  Rath busied himself with defending his fallen comrade.

"Look at JaKal and Sohkarra!" he cried to Marianne.  She pushed Presley further behind her as she continued to keep up her magical shield.  Presley saw weaknesses in the beryl tinged sphere as Marianne's eyes narrowed in utmost concentration.

"I don't know. how long I can keep this up. it's so hard lately. to use my magic."

"Just let me get one good shot at Araq. no! Armon!" Presley howled.  For Araq had seized Armon in his massive scorpion claws.  And hurled the ram Guardian headlong into Rath, who was helping Nefertina to stand.  All three landed in a crumpled heap.  "Dear God no!" Marianne cried.

Araq laughed maniacally at the heap, and turned.  "Now for you, young Prince!" he laughed.

Sohkarra cried out as she saw Araq falling upon Marianne.  But Scarab hit her with a blow.  Marianne shivered, throwing a sphere of lead at Araq.  He lazed it to slag as he approached.  That jewel on his helmet gleamed as his white teeth gleamed wickedly.  He was enjoying this!  "And here it ends, Prince."

"Not while I live!" Marianne shouted.

"And how are you going to stop me, woman?" he laughed.  "You are a weakling, a modern scientist playing at the mighty magics of ancient Egypt, which you cannot possibly understand."

"Is this playing?" Marianne shrieked as she threw forth a glittering cloud of aluminum shards.  Araq ignored the oncoming onslaught, blasting it away.  Marianne gasped as he kept coming, feet pounding as he widened the gap.

"You will die now, for defying me," Araq laughed.  Marianne's mystical shield held up against his fired laser.  But the strain was blacking her out fast.

She hugged Presley to her side, keeping up the barrier with one hand.  "I will fight you, and die trying if I must."

"Pray to whatever gods you have, woman, for now you die!  The boy is mine!"

Marianne was literally doing that as he advanced, hugging the boy to her to try and shield him with her body.  "St. Andrew preserve me, and save this child," she begged.  "Dear Lord don't let him win."

Then it was as if someone had spoken to her.  Time stood still.  Frozen before her was the evil leer of Araq, a scorpion.  A monster, neither man nor beast, but a combination of the two.  A creature devoid of mercy or compassion.  Who would as sooner kill a defenseless woman and a child as fight a real battle.

"Let go, Marianne." came a soft voice.  She seemed to see flashes of light.

"But my powers are useless."

"The power of your faith is far stronger.  Let go of that which you have taken for granted.  For ever since your brow was christened, I have watched you.  We all have.  Let go and say my name, and all will be well."

"Who be you?  George and Andrew?" she asked aloud.  "Can I summon your aid?"

There was a blaze of power that seemed to radiate from her strange pendant.  Araq was confused as the features blurred, and a shiny blinding light haloed her.  To reveal a figure in shiny silver and blue armor.

His laser caromed off the plating, dissipating.  "Oh cool!" Presley laughed as he saw Marianne hugging him close, in mediaeval armor!

"What sorcery is this?" Araq hissed.  "You should be dead. you cannot have such power!"

"I do, and it is, monster!" Marianne cried, and threw her hand up as he slashed with his claw.  On her wrist formed a shield, which blocked his blow.  Again he kicked, and the shield held firm against the force of his attack.

"Presley, run!" Marianne cried as she pushed the boy away.

Araq gritted as he latched on with his claws.  Marianne's wrists slipped out of his claws in a quick jerk as she put a knee into his chest.  It pushed him back with surprising force.  Marianne then slammed him with the shield, using it like a club to nudge him out of the way.  Armon's training came full force as she punched Araq in the jaw with a sharp uppercut.  The feel of her gauntlet hit him like a lead weight as he toppled.

"Just like Goliath.  The bigger they are... the harder they fall!"

Rath shakely rose as he shook his head.  Under him lay Armon and Nefertina, stone cold and out of armor.  Rath raised his sword and felt his armor fizzling out.  Sohkarra momentarily was surprised to see this new development.  But thanked Ra that now she could turn her full attention to Scarab.  Another volley of arrows hit her opponent.  And he began to weaken.

"Rath!" Marianne cried as she rushed to help him.  Shield on her arm she nudged the offending Shabti aside.  Rath's armor fizzled as he desperately tried to protect his two stunned friends.  "If only I had a weapon," Marianne grumbled.  And then she felt something in her hand.  A long sword.  She gripped the weapon, dropping into a fencing stance for lack of a better way as she swung the weapon.  It was heavy, like a classic English broadsword, and by pure luck slashed through a Shabti.  It took much strength and skill, but she wasn't trained.  Another blow as it flew behind her head to dispatch a Shabti.

The last Shabti fell to her blow.  She felt exhaustion overcome her as she dropped to her knees before the man she loved.  Still in full armor.

Sohkarra marshaled her last power, and threw a spell at Scarab.  "You have lost, monster!" she gritted.

"Not so. for now you will die." He sneered at her.  "And your soul will grant me that most elusive prize; my immortality at long last."

Sohkarra looked up.  "Don't count on it Scarab!" she called up to him.

A spew of lightening hit him from overhead as Mennehotep flew to the rescue.  The alchemist hurled several phosphor flares about, hitting the sorcerer.  Angrily he howled.  "This isn't over, Princess!" he roared.  Raising his claw he chanted a teleport spell.  Araq, Heka, and he dissolved into purple smoke.

Mennehotep landed by JaKal and Sohkarra.  "Are you all right?" she asked.

"I thought you had fallen asleep. With your spell backfiring," Sohkarra said.

"Just temporarily.  But I think I might have a spell that might help restore your sight, JaKal," she said.  "But the others."

Presley came running up to JaKal and Sohkarra.  He hugged them both close.  "That was epic.  You should have seen Marianne."

"Marianne. what happened to her?" Sohkarra gasped.  Mennehotep in ibis armor rushed to see Rath tending to three fallen figures.

"I'll help Armon and Nefertina." Mennehotep offered.  "Perhaps you should see to Rath and his lady."

Sohkarra left JaKal with Presley as she went to help.  The alchemist pulled out several vials from her belt as she tended to Armon and Nefertina.  Menne's salves and potions would help cure injuries Sohkarra couldn't, because of her power's limitations.  Rath held a strange figure on his knees, who appeared dizzy.  Sohkarra was stunned to see the silver armor covering its body.  Within she sensed Marianne's mind.  Rath pulled off the helmet to reveal Marianne's face, her eyes blinking open to stare up at both of them.  A blue tabard covered a suit of chain mail with plate mail armor on her legs and feet.  A white "x" cross was on the front of the blue, belted with an ornate sword belt.

"Is she..." Sohkarra asked, wondering at the strange armor.

"Oh wow, she's gone medieval," Presley said as he came up leading JaKal by the arm.  "Like a knight of King Arthur."

"It's magical, all right," Rath muttered, waving his ankh over the armor.  Sohkarra helped give a mental push to bring Marianne around.
"Just exhaustion."

Mennehotep finished tending to Armon and Nefertina, who were just coming too.  Both shook their heads.  They had been hurt from various injuries, but they would be all right from her special elixirs.

Marianne's armor dissipated, leaving her in normal clothes.  She saw her friends looking over her, and said, "What's everyone staring at. wait. Presley!"

"I'm fine!   You saved me Ms. Ellis.  Like a knight in shining armor."

"Very funny," Marianne sighed.

"no really.  Where did you get that way cool armor?"

"I. don't know." Marianne said.  Mennehotep came up, holding a vial.

"Are you all right, Ms. Ellis?" she asked, coming to her friend's side.

"Menne... a little late, but nonetheless welcome..." said Marianne. Mennehotep caught her as she pitched forwards into the Ibis guardian's arms.

"Easy there," Menne urged, helping Marianne to stand again.  "Drink this.  It will restore your vigor..."

Gratefully Marianne sipped the offered elixir, which tasted of berries.  Slowly her strength began to return to her quivering muscles.

"I'm sorry I was late, Princess," Mennehotep turned to where Sohkarra was.  "I finally found what caused his blindness.  It was something buried deep in my scrolls... but Marianne..."

"She'll be fine.  Confused, but fine.  We are glad you are here to help us, Mennehotep, better late then never." Sohkarra said.  Then rose to meet JaKal.  Blue eyes that had once stared past her fixed onto her own eyes.  A jolt of realization came over her.

"JaKal, Mennehotep is here..." Sohkarra said, not wanting to believe what her own senses told her.  Was it a fluke that he had gazed in her direction, or just the sound of her voice?  Mennehotep came to JaKal's side, holding something in her hands as she said, "JaKal, try this potion.  It once restored sight to my teacher Sehnenmut.  I only just now found the recipe..."

JaKal took the potion, drinking it down in one sip.  Menne waited tensely, but noticed the look of shock and sadness in Sohkarra's sapphire eyes.  Wiping his mouth with the back of his gauntlet, he blinked.  Slowly he pushed back his visor, and fixed his blue eyes upon both Princesses.

"Menne... you have outdone yourself..." said JaKal to them both.  "Sohkarra... my princess I am relieved you are well... we have done our duty..."

"As I have mine," Sohkarra looked away from him.  Mennehotep guessed what she was thinking.

"Let's see if the others are all right now," Menne urged JaKal. "I have done what I could with the other guardians.  Already the trio moved over to the cluster that had formed around Presley and Marianne.

The appearance of new armor surprised everyone.  But not as much as the appearance and recovery of JaKal's sight.  For it had not been Menne's potion.  But only the Alchemist knew this for certain. Mennehotep had guessed what had happened the minute she had seen JaKal at Sohkarra's side.  The way in which his eyes focussed on his princess did not escape her observant eye. JaKal didn't wish for Sohkarra to know that he had his sight back in advance of the trouble that they had gone through.  Though she could not understand why.  Surely the younger Princess had already sensed the difference in her head guardian.

"My love, you will have to learn the use of a sword," Rath told Marianne, resting a hand on her shoulder.  "And I have the very blade for you."

"Hm, I do suppose fencing isn't exactly the right sort for what I have done." she said shyly as she glanced at him.

"A warrior should have a proper sword.  And I shall make you a proper one. much like my own."

"You don't have to." she said to Rath.  But he would hear none of it.  "Don't argue with him on this.  He's the best at making such things," Armon said.  "After all his sword makes a great door opener."

"Yeah, and it's the only thing that will cut through your cube steak!" Nefertina teased.

"Hey!" Armon said.  "That was just the one time."

Menne was looking at Marianne very oddly indeed.  For now she sensed a new power that had not been there before.  A power that rivaled her own!  And it was not Egyptian in nature.  Rather far different.  What patron deities had bestowed their affinities upon Marianne?  They moved over to talk privately.

"Marianne, you have discovered your own power.  I had sensed long ago when Rath and Sohkarra had told me of you that they sensed your potential.  What deity had granted you it's blessing in this battle?  I cannot stop Rath talking with such pride over how you defended the Prince..."

"Not deities," said Marianne.  "Try patron saints.  In this century there are some Christians who pray to saints to "amplify" their prayers, or try to exemplify these saints in their own lives."

"Your religion is most odd.  But powerful," Mennehotep nodded.  "And somehow I cannot think of how else JaKal could have gotten his sight back."

"What do you mean?"

"Do not tell Sohkarra.  But JaKal's eyes could see me quite well when I gave him the potion."

"What?" Marianne asked, surprise in her own blue eyes.

"It wasn't a real potion," Mennehotep whispered to Marianne.  "But what you would call... a placebo.  I saw the way he looked at Sohkarra.  I merely wished to confirm what I had already suspected."

JaKal came to stand with them.  He could see both of them clearly as he could see the sky with all its blue.

"His sight returned of its own accord.  Apparently there was no permanent damage." Menne whispered.  "I would venture to say that he was blinded by his own pride.  And when he let that pride go. he could see."

"Amazing," Marianne sighed.  "For there is another such thing similar in my religion.  Being blind to the truth."

JaKal came over to where the two women stood to the side.  Already Nefertina had brought the Hot Ra around for the trip back to the sphinx, and Rath was fussing over the damage done.  "Mennehotep, I must thank you for your potion... because of you I now see..." he said, extending his hand.

"JaKal, there was a greater power responsible.  The potion I gave you was but sugar water," Mennehotep said.  His eyes darkened with anger.

"What are you saying?" he demanded.

Marianne held up a hand when Menne was about to speak, and said, "JaKal, your eyes may work again, but you cannot see with your heart that you have the greatest of gifts right in front of you. You cannot let go of the past and its ghosts."

"I can now that my sight has returned.  My inner sight has returned as well." JaKal answered, and looked down at his bandaged feet.

"I knew that," Mennehotep glanced at him.  "You had no need of my potion.  It was but a ploy to save face before your fellow guardians.  It is your choice to tell them the truth or not later on..."

"You cannot keep this from her you know," Marianne told him.  "She will know whether or not you wish her to.  She will feel it.  She will not appreciate your trying to keep it from her."

Just then Sohkarra also joined them in time to hear Marianne's last comment to JaKal.  "She is right JaKal.  I am already aware that your eyesight has returned.  I am happy for you."

JaKal could tell by the tone of her voice that there was more she would say.  But would she in front of their two friends?  There was something in the tone of her voice that didn't quite ring true with her words.  He dreaded to hear what she would say.

"It changes nothing." Sohkarra seemed to answer his silent query.  She had removed her equine visor and was standing there in all her auburn glory that he had never thought to see again.  She was truly magnificent.  "You have issues you must work out with yourself.  While you do so, I must go away for my own healing of mind and soul.  I cannot deal with your indecision now."
With that she turned to go.

"Karra........." pleaded Menne as she placed a hand on the younger Princess' shoulder.

Sohkarra placed her own hand over Menne's.  "Do not worry for me.  I will be fine."  Then Menne's hand slipped from her shoulder as the younger Pricness gracefully moved away from them.

JaKal could only watch her go.  There was nothing he could say.  In his blindness, he had caused her pain; both within and without her soul.  He hadn't meant to do so, but it had happened.  She now had cause to doubt him and his love.

"Don't worry JaKal," Marianne tried to help.  "She'll be back."

JaKal turned sad blue eyes toward her.  "Can you be certain Marianne?" he asked.  "Will I ever be able to regain her love?"

Marianne had no answer.  Nor did Mennehotep, who had disbanded her armor by now to stand by her friends.  "JaKal, if it is fated to be so, it will.  But know that the road ahead to such answers will take much more then regaining your site.  Isis knows how complicated matters of the heart are.  And thus is the price of pride..."

"My pride," JaKal looked to her with the suggestion of moistness in his eyes.  "Is there no way?"

"There is," Marianne sighed.  "But you'll have to find it for yourself..."

"What if she does not come back?" JaKal asked.  "She has a duty, as a guardian to defend her prince..."

"She will return, if only for that," Marianne said.  "But I somehow think we won't see much of her beyond that..."

"The strength of the Guardians will be compromised, JaKal," Mennehotep said softly.  "It is time that another joins you to defend the prince.  Another who has been ready for the longest time..."

"If she should fail to come..." JaKal said, and leveled his gaze on Mennehotep and Marianne.  "Then you, Marianne Ellis, are counted as a Guardian to the Prince.  You have proved your worth in battle this day.  I can but hope we can depend upon you if we need you..."

Marianne stammered in her throat, "JaKal, what are you saying..."

"You are our ally this day.  Join us to defend the Prince and Princess..." JaKal extended a gauntlet to her.  Mennehotep nudged Marianne forwards.

"All right then, I'll give it a go," Marianne said, and felt JaKal's hand clasp over her own and give it a firm hearty shake.  Unfortunately this did not balance the great sadness that had fallen over the group.  A barrier had gone up that would see no signs of being torn down any time soon between two chosen ones.

A FEW DAYS LATER

Rath perused his scrolls for the millionth time.  It was no use.  There seemed to be no explanation for that which had caused JaKal's condition.  While he had examined JaKal's eyes, he could find no damage whatsoever.  The textbooks Presley had brought revealed nothing new either.  Mennehotep's own scrolls were the only answer, and he was flummoxed that the Alchemist had found the answer that eluded him, but insisted that he double check to make sure she was right.

As Marianne moved into the Sphinx she saw Presley sitting before the Spirit box with Armon.  Neither one seemed particularly happy, staring zombified at the screen as if it wasn't even there.  Sohkarra and Nefertina were nowhere to be seen.

"Hullo, how are things?" she asked.  "What cheer?"

"Anything but," Presley sighed.  "Oh, hi Ms. Ellis.  If you're looking for my spirit sis, she's left us for a while."

"With barely a word to us either" Armon said sadly.  "She's never done that before."

Marianne was surprised.  "Gone?  Gone where?" This was not good at all.  She never dreamed that
Sohkarra would actually leave them.  What had caused her to leave those she cared for most?  The answer was painfully obvious.  The price of pride. "And Nefertina?"

"Out for a ride," Presley said.  "She went to get some air."

"How is JaKal?" Marianne asked, hoping to divert the gloomy mood. "Rath said there was no luck so far in figuring out what caused his blindness.  I brought some medical textbooks from my own library hoping they may have useful information."

"We know how Rath loves a scientific explanation," came another voice.  Mennehotep the alchemist joined them, and smiled warmly at Marianne.

"Menne... how is JaKal?"

Menne glanced to Presley, and gave a sad shrug of her shoulders.  "In all ways he is physically well.  But... but..."

"JaKal will not let anyone around him." Presley spoke up again.

"He won't?"
"Only me since Sohkarra left," Presley said.  "It gives me the creeps seeing him sit there in that chair, just doing nothing. He feels guilty over whatever it is he said to her that made her leave."

"Hmm, just what did he say to her?" Marianne wondered.

"The last time I was by here a few days ago before Scarab made his move and JaKal's sight returned, I heard him and Sohkarra shouting.  It was the fourth time they'd fought in the past two days prior to that." Presley threw up his hands.  "I just don't get why JaKal's all mean to her and everything! He said something that hurt her bad!  And he won't tell me what it is! She's gone so I can't get anything out of her either!"

Marianne was getting more and more horrified at this turn of events.  "Do you know where she's gone?" she asked.  "Maybe I should go to her."

Presley looked at her.  "I'm not supposed to tell.  But I will say she's somewhere she feels needed now.  It keeps her mind off other things."

"The Crises Center." Marianne finished for him.

"But you didn't get that from me." Presley insisted.  "I didn't tell you; you guessed."

"You got it." Marianne assured him.  "She'll not know differently."

"Are you going to go talk to her?" Presley asked.  "I sure hope so.  I've never seen her so down. And all because of JaKal.  If he doesn't smarten up, he's going to lose her.  I don't think he wants that any  more than she does."

"You are wise for one so young." Marianne said to him.  She was impressed by what she was hearing from this still young boy with an ancient spirit within.

"Well, yeah," he sighed.  "It kinda rubs off on you when you hang around with them for too long."
Marianne couldn't help but smile at that.  "I know what you mean."

"JaKal reminded me of when Mennehotep lost her powers," Armon said, interrupting the two.

Menne blushed a shade of purple.  "I was quite a... witch," she said embarrassed.  "I more then anyone else should know.  He wanted to do for himself."

"And if Sohkarra feels she failed, what can we as her guardians do?" Armon added.

"Exactly what we are doing Armon." Presley answered.

"The best thing is to leave him alone? He will come to us, Oh Prince?"

"He better, or I swear I'll send him back to his tomb."

That brought Armon up short. "Would you really do that my Prince?" he asked anxiously.

"I dunno." Presley said.  "Ask me again in a week."

"You are all in my prayers," Marianne said, gripping Presley and Armon's shoulders.  "In fact I was just at my church now.  I just wish there were more I could do besides praying.  But that is all I can think of?"

"It is enough sometimes," Mennehotep said to Marianne, a newfound respect in her eyes for the human friend of the Guardians.

Rath emerged from his lab, a concerned look on his face.  Seeing Marianne, he moved to her quickly.  "There seems to be the most disturbing power signature coming from somewhere in the Vicinity of the Sphinx.  But I cannot get a hold on it!"

"Rath, you well know what it is..." Mennehotep rolled her eyes.  "Marianne's new armor has a distinctive Non Heka signature that..."

"Rath, what gives?" Presley asked, getting up as the Scribe was moving his ankh all over the place. "We don't exactly need another problem now!"

It wailed with an odd sound.

"Marianne, I am most sorry I do not greet you properly, but we've all been on edge lately."

"So I've gathered. I brought some medical books with me.  Maybe they could be of help."

"Thank you my dear," he said, and continued to wave the ankh all over.

"Rath, give me that," Menne muttered, and seized it from him.  She waved it over Marianne, and the chiming came to a loud wail.  Just over Marianne's heart it stopped, and Marianne removed the pendant from her shirt.

"Are you happy now?" Marianne muttered at Rath.  "There's your little emergency."

"It will take some getting used to another guardian," Mennehotep said with amusement in her face.   "What's wrong Rath, jealous?"

Rath groaned, and looked to his mate.  Mennehotep exchanged a laugh with Marianne.

Before they could blink, they heard a door slam.  And then heard JaKal's voice calling Sohkarra's name. Presley jumped up to see what was going on now.  "What now?" he yelled as he moved and almost blundered into JaKal who was coming down the hall.

"Oh, pardon me," Rath said, as he too came up trying to help JaKal.

"Watch where you're going," JaKal said a trifle more sharply to Rath as he pushed him aside.
"Sohkarra! Come back!"

Armon and Presley moved with Marianne and Menne towards the scene.  Presley came to JaKal's side, gripping his hand, now out of habit.  "Hey, I'm here JaKal!"

"Young Prince! I must speak to your sister!" JaKal said anxiously.

"That would not be wise by the look of things." Rath broke in, "Don't you remember? She is gone.  Prompted by your own words."

Armon moved on the other side of JaKal.  Marianne standing a bit back as if not sure what to do next in this scene.  Somehow she felt she was intruding here.  "I"ll go to her for you JaKal.  If that is your wish."

"No!" he answered sharply.  "I must speak with her myself!"

"JaKal, let it go," Rath said sternly.  "You are in no condition now to speak to her highness in a reasonable manner. You'll just upset yourself and her more.  Let Marianne help. She has not the cloudiness of thought that you currently do."

"What do you know?" JaKal snapped.

"Hey, buddy, don't......" Armon, ever the peacemaker, said.

"JaKal, stop this at once!" Menne said sharply.  "That is no way to talk to a friend!  Especially one who has helped you time and time again!"

Rath couldn't let that go.  "You have hurt her JaKal.  Maybe more than she can cope!"

"How dare you?" JaKal snapped again at Rath.  He would have gone for Rath, guided by his own fully functional warrior abilities and newly regained hawk like eyesight.  Armon was forced to hold him back.

"You don't want to do this JaKal." Armon said to him calmly.  "Enough damage has already been done."

"JaKal, please!" Mennehotep held up a warning hand.

"JaKal! Rath!  Knock it off now!" Presley cut in.  "This is your Pharaoh speaking!  Chill right now or I'll lose it!  Again!"

JaKal and Rath fell silent.  "As you command my Prince," JaKal sighed.

Armon moved mere inches from JaKal.  Still ready to step in if he needed to.  As did Mennehotep, who moved between Rath and JaKal.

Rath moved to Marianne's side, shaking his head.  "When will this end?" he sighed.  "Those young people who cannot see what is in front of them?  I ask you.  This is so unfortunate.  I am saddened by it all."

"Hmm, it's rather been a rum time here?" Marianne observed.  "I had no idea things had gotten this bad.  I thought they would work it out between them once things settled down a bit."

"Her highness left shortly after we arrived back here that day." Rath answered.  "We have not seen her since.  But she does call to let us know she is well."

"I could not even speak with her," Mennehotep looked guiltily.  "She even refused to speak to me when I pulled rank on her as Queen, which I hated doing."

"Perhaps it would be best if I just leave?" Marianne offered.

"Yes.  Go and find her highness." Rath entreated her. "The Princess may require your special counsel.  At any rate, it can do more further harm than what has already transpired."

"I will try Rath.  I really will try," Marianne said.  Her fingers went to the odd pendant she was wearing, as if searching for an answer. She gave him a quick kiss as she prepared to leave.  "Stay strong. Tell the others I'm thinking of them as well."

Rath nodded his agreement.  "I shall my dear.  But now off with you."

"Do you wish my company?" Mennehotep asked Marianne.  "I know she has not listened to me yet but maybe together we could make her listen..."

"Thanks," Marianne said to Menne, gripping her friend's bandaged shoulder.

In the meantime, Nefertina had returned from her drive, happy and contented; at least for the moment.  Seeing Rath and Marianne speaking, she went over.

"What's happened now?" she asked.

"Another argument I fear," Rath shook his head.

"I figured." Nefertina answered.  Looking at Marianne.  "Are you going to find her?"
Marianne nodded that she was.

"Let me go with you." Nefertina told her.  "It'll take both of us to get her to tell us what's going on."

"Come, let us go, young ones," Menne nodded, and took Marianne and Nefertina's arms as they moved off to the Hot Ra. "You will need some of my cosmetics I trust Nefertina?"

"Sure..." she said, and reached for the silver case Menne handed her.

"Hmm, I don't know if I like the sound of this," he muttered to himself.  But there was nothing he could do about it now.

Sometimes the moods of the Princess even flummoxed Marianne.  Marianne knew Sohkarra sometimes still felt smothered by the trappings of her royal rank.  Knowing that her guardians would always consider first and foremost their Princess whom they had pledged protection for as long as they were needed.  She was glad Nefertina had accompanied her.

 "Let me talk to her," Nefertina said.  She nudged past Marianne, knocking on the door.

"Hey Karra, it's me!  Please let me in and we'll talk."

"Nefertina?" came the reply.  "Please, just go away."

"Nothing doing," Marianne said sharply.  Nefertina winced at her tone.  "You are not closing yourself off if Nef or I have anything to do with it.  There's been enough of this poppycock!  Now just let us help you!"

"Yeah Karra!  Don't shut us out!  If you don't come out here, we'll be standing here till you do!  And I've waited for a lot longer to ride on the Big Dipper at Santa Cruz beach boardwalk, so don't try stalling us! Plus I don't have the spell protecting me, so thing of how tongues will wag when they see me!"

"Young one, you are being most stubborn!" Mennehotep put in.  "Don't make me pull rank with you!  I demand that you hear your friends peace!"

"All right," Came the reply after a time of silence.   The door opened on its own accord, and Nefertina, Marianne, and Mennehotep slipped in.  After Marianne shut the door promptly hoping no one had seen that little trick.

"I cannot believe you just did that Karra." Marianne scolded her.  "What if someone had seen that little stunt of yours?"

"What would it matter?" Sohkarra grumbled as she grudgingly let them in.
That caused a couple of sets of raised eyebrows.

"Sohkarra, please," Mennehotep held up a hand.  "Can you at least listen?  They are worried sick about you..."

They went to the dance hall that Nefertina frequented while she was on her modeling kick.  They chose a table that was secluded, yet afforded them a good view of all the activities.  Several men approached their table asking the women for a dance.  Nefertina and Marianne both got up from the table with their respective partners hoping that Sohkarra would follow suit and join them on the dance floor.

She never did that evening, but seemed content to sit over a wine cooler and listen to the music playing.  This night's entertainment was hits from the 70's.  By the various artists who had made it big during that explosive era.  As the music would play, a display of the individual artist or band who had performed it would appear in larger than life holographic type images within the club.

Both Marianne and Nefertina overheard several men who had approached Sohkarra entreating her to dance.  They were dubbing her the "Ice Queen".  She had rebuffed them all.  If only they knew how close to the truth they were.

All of a sudden, a loud and rambunctious song came on.  The images of the band that had performed it took Sohkarra by surprise.  Never had she seen such a sight as these four what she presumed were men.  They all wore strange costumes and their faces were covered in strange makeup.

"You show us everything you've got!  The music's playing and the room gets hot!  You drive us wild, you'll drive us crazy..."

Mennehotep was out in the middle of the floor dancing as she heard the new song.  Something in it struck a deep cord.  She joined her friends as she glanced at the images of the group.  Slowly she shivered when she saw the face paint.  Very odd indeed.  One resembled the cat goddess Bastet, behind the drums.  Another frightened her with his bloodstained tongue, with the markings of a Khabit.  Yet another jumped out, especially when her eyes fell upon the images of the lead singer, with the star painted over his right eye.  In ancient Egypt, the star was the symbol of the soul of royalty.  Her eyes were riveted to the contours of the muscles under that tight costume with the chest showing.

As Nefertina came back to the table, Sohkarra asked if she knew about these people.  Mennehotep joined them looking very concerned and surprised.

"Nefertina, who are they?" Menne asked, joining in Sohkarra's query.  "The face paint is most striking!  I have not seen the like..."

"Sure," Nefertina answered.  "The song is called 'Rock and Roll All Night' and the group is called KISS.  Presley says their music was very popular in the era of the 70's.  Apparently they just got back the original members for a Reunion tour... no wait... now they are on their Psycho Circus tour... yeah.."

"KISS?  Psycho Circus tour?" Menne raised her eyebrow.  "Odd name for a band, or something they would do.  What is the significance of the face paint?  The one has the look of Bastet, and another the look of the soul.  That one singer looks like a Khabit!  Does a drinker of blood play in that group?"

"It's all an act!" Nefertina laughed.  Mennehotep continued to look at the images of the band, her dark eyes fixing on the lead singer as he moved his hips.

"Admiring the view?" Nefertina joked to both Princesses who continued to absorb the music.

"They look very strange indeed." Sohkarra commented.  "I must go back to the center now.  My on call shift starts in a about an hour."

"Karra, are you all right?" Marianne asked as she came back to the table herself.

Sohkarra smiled at both friends.  "Yes, I'm fine.  Thanks for bringing me out here.  I appreciate your concern."

"What about JaKal?" asked Nefertina.

"His fate lies within his own hands now." Sohkarra answered.  "He needs to rethink things now.  So do I."

She turned to walk out.  "Very interesting music indeed." She commented as the song was still playing:

"You keep on shouting, you keep on shouting.... I... wanna rock and roll all ni-ight... and party ev-ery day!  I.... wanna rock and roll all ni-ight... and party ever day!"

"Karra......." Nefertina said.  Mennehotep walked after her, with one hand extended.

However, she ignored her friends and proceeded to walk out of the club.  Music and strange images swept from her thoughts.  But she cast a thought to her friends still within.  "I'll be back when I can look JaKal in the eyes and know once again what is in his heart."

Inside, all three women felt the message.  They looked at each other sadly.  There was nothing more either of them could say or do.  Soberly Mennehotep sat down and absorbed the sound of the song as it came to a close.  She had not heard such spirit and fire for centuries.  The symbols painted upon the men caught on her memory, reminding her of ancient prophecies.  Could it really be?  In this century could the ancient powers be queuing up in such modern bodies?

None could foresee the adventure awaiting them; the supposedly impossible meetings.  How fate can be truly twisted around to no one's advantage!

AND OPENS THE DOOR TO ADVENTURES SHE COULD NEVER HAVE THOUGHT POSSIBLE!  WITH A MOST UNLIKELY BUNCH!

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