In the PiRamesses Novel:
|Mikael Senwosret was born in Djeba. His father and uncle started the trade route from Egypt to Gomorrah. He was trained as a Pharaonic charioteer, and he took part in different campaigns. He became a captain of chariotry, and he instructed new drivers of chariots in the training fields of the Pharaonic Stables. He married the sensitive and delicate Sirikith, an natural expert on Cretan court manners. Later, he was a military advisor at the Egyptian fortifications along the eastern trade routes. His speciality was the defense of Egyptian caravans against the swift horse-attacks. He left active service to import horses to Egyptian chariotry, and he was entangled in the intrigues of the widow queen of Be'ersheva. He and captain Nebet were slaves in the herbal gardens of the Grey Sisters. After three years they managed to escape to Egypt. He breeded horses and camels in an oasis west of PiRamesses, and he joined the Pharaonic campaign against an alliance of Libyans and Nubians. He commanded a unit of chariotry, archery and infantry, which made a campaign from Aswan to Abu Simbel in the southern parts of Egypt.|
Dust in the Nubian Desert
|Thou river of Nile, thy well-chords are of silver|
And a draught of thee is strength to Egypt's land
Nile, sweet well of Egypt's land, thou corded with silk
Give strength, for body and soul of each Egyptian.
|Rain, pour down, pour down|
Until geese can swim in your pools;
Until all my memories drown;
Until all my parched visions cools.
Many of my men died in the heat,
And the robbers found their graves;
Our charioteers and men-on-feet,
We had to kill them all, the knaves.
March in the Sun
|The sun is gone from mid-heaven, the soldiers are gone away.|
Oh outlander, Mikael Senwosret, wary soul!
My land is Egypt, and I came six weeks ago
To Mesopotamia to trade, that was my goal
Now I will find my way back to the river of Nile.
I will hasten, and and noone will console
Me now because I've lost my comrades, perhaps forever.
At The Last Moment
|Sun, do not torment us|
As we are marching.
We leak like a barrel which is sprung, and yet
We see no ending
Of your greed for our sweat
In the Oasis
|When in the morning I rose to depart,|
Sirikhit came to bid farewell.
I looked at her and said: "Why then?"
She said to me: "Well,
You are leaving for a campaign again."
She said to me: "Stay to comfort me!"
I wondered: "What a girl!
Gods, do not ask me
Once more to bid her farewell."
The Road to Abu Simbel
|The midnight moon is shining|
Over our tent, my love;
And the stars are trembling
Flames in the dark-blue sky
The moon and stars are shining above
As you turn your face from the sky,
And you look at me, my love.
you lift your lips to kiss me good night.>
|Upon the third day from Kurkur, an oasis, that is already fortified by troops from Aswan, and the sixth day from Aswan the Egyptian host come to the eastern district of Bir Nokheila; and the soldiers decry the green fields that stretches north to Kharga, west to the Libyan desert and south to Kassaba.|
In three days they march from Bir Nokheila to the north-south trade route. It is near the end of the fourth day of their march on the trade route that they first meet any offer of battle. A force of Nubians attempts to take the leading companies. But the Egyptian captains are warned by their scouts, and so the attack is itself trapped. Skilled charioteers go wide northward, and come upon the flanks of the Nubians, and they are destroyed or driven north into the desert.
Mikael Senwosret think that the main purpose of the Nubian attack was to prevent a military destruction of Kharga. The next day the Egyptian host marches into Kharga, and some Nubians and their local followers are hunted and killed.
Then Mikael Senwosret sets heralds and trumpeters in the market-place, and they blow a Pharaonic fanfare, and the heralds cry: "The Army of Pharaoh has come to Kharga, and all this land that is his he takes back!" A statue of a Nubian god is cast down and broken in pieces, and the Pharaonic banners are raised in its place, and soldiers labour to take away the Nubian idols that was found in the temples.
Now, according to the Pharaonic orders, Mikael Senwosret says to the captains that the host shall march southward along the trade route, and destroy the Nubians in Kassaba. "And, this is," Mikael Senwosret says, "the road that leads us to Abu Simbel".
The Nubians dwell in Kassaba, where they control the well, and these news are brought to the Egyptian host by scouts. The marching host of Egyptians will draw the eyes of the Nubians to the North, and in this way weaken the Nubian concentration on the Egyptian armies in the South. So the next day, the Egyptian soldiers fortify Kharga to make a strong defense, if the Nubians will send forces to attack Kharga. The guards are mostly archers who know how to defend the meeting of trade routes in Kharga. Mikael Senwosret and his captains go southward with the main host to the end of the cultivated land and attack Kassaba.
Kassaba is beautiful, but a dangerous oasis. The Egyptian host attack the hostile strongholds in Kassaba. The Nubians and their local followers are destroyed in battle, but their leader and his advisors run away from the Egyptians. Egyptian soldiers break into the Nubian headquarter, and they destroy the Nubian idols. The trumpeters blow a Pharaonic fanfare, and the heralds proclaim that the army of Pharaoh has come and recaptured the lands of Kassaba that belongs to Pharaoh.
The day after, being the thirteenth day since they set out from Kharga, the host begin to march eastward to Abu Simbel. It is 100 kilometres from Kassaba to Abu Simbel. The guards of Kassaba are mostly archers who are trained in defending the meeting of trade routes.
Upon the second second day from Kassaba they pass the end of the cultivated land and start passing into the desolation that lay before Abu Simbel; and the Egyptian soldiers can see the desert region that stretches east to the Nile. The desert region is a desolate place, villages are burnt, and the host march hastily to Abu Simbel.
Mikael Senwosret looks at the men, and there is care and strength in his eyes; for many these young men or husbands are from districts far away, and for many of them the southern region of Upper Egypt a legend that has had no part in their simple life until the passing of the desert between Aswan and Bir Nokheira; and they are marching like men in a hot and long dream in the desert region between Kassaba and Abu Simbel; and they understand this war and the fate lead them to pass such regions.
"March on," Mikael Senwosret says, "The honour of Egypt is depended on marching fast. There are important military tasks in Abu Simbel which we must take part in! We are now taking our way east to march to Abu Simbel, and there are enemies, but we will destroy them in our contribution of the defence of Egypt!"
The host marches on and wheels on, and the soldiers get fresh strength hearing of the hopeful name of the Abu Simbel.
They advance hastily, and the scouts, who are sent out from the main host, do not report any enemies. In the nights they do not set fire because of the lack of wood. The wind is cold and the guards can see little, because the nights are cloudy and dark.
In the days the wind was warm and dry, and the sunny heat harms the marching soldiers. The days are bright, and the wide desert seems empty. The captains lead the host along an old desert route, and the because of the flat desert they avoid the peril of the Nubians, and so now they are approaching the districts of Abu Simbel from the west.
Minor Hippo Nightmare
|A Gift from Dez's House Hippo Farm|
A rather small hippo that lives in your homes, in your closets, under your beds and under your dressers.They nest with bits of fluff, old socks and other small fluffy stuff. They come out only at night to forage for food.The little hippo only eats crumbs, bits of crackers, chips and bread, but its fav is peanut butter.They even like to play in it just like mud. They only grow 6 inchs in height.
|In the darkness|
a voice, gurgling like water
peanut butter round the knees, as the darkness
lifts us off our feet.
As bits of fluff
warms the body, so the little one
satisfyingly eats, swims,
and the butter fills the belly, we are gone.
PiRamesses - Out of Print