Sample Post from the History Genre this Month:
Nasakhma posts in The Children of God's Body
The Kushite barge came in a bit too fast, bounced, rather hard, against the quay, snapping three oars like saplings; Prince Nasakhma stumbled and hit his head against the sail-boom, then grabbed the wood to keep from falling on his behind in an undignified and most certainly unprincely heap on the deck. The man who captained the prince's barge rushed from the tiller, flushing in embarrassment, too concerned about Nasakhma to stop to vent his anger at the oarsmen.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," the Prince of Kush waved him away, pressing his hand to his forehead. He wondered if he'd be appearing before the royals with a goose-egg sized lump prominently on display.
"I'll have the oarsmen whipped, my Prince," the captain said, his voice a bit squeaky.
"And who'll whip you, eh?" The captain winced. "I should have given you all more time to practice. Just… don't whip anyone, right. Amenhotep had a big lake dug to the west, go…paddle in circles some more." Nasakhma sighed, not really annoyed at the captain, nor the crew. They were Kushites to a man; the prince insisted that they would show to everyone that they too were a cultured, skilled and powerful people. Much depended on that being clear to those that would gather here today.
He strode off down the gangplank to the quay and stood, looking where to go. The fluttering of banners caught his eye. The temple of Amun. It brought back memories….
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