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Make The Wrong Things Right
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RE: What the pharoah wants (Closed)
The Pharaoh made a facial expression somewhere between a smile and a grimace.
"Yes, he was...for the most part."
Pharaoh Kamenhama's problem with his father's rule stemmed not from his political or bureaucratic practices, as he had been a political and financial genius. No, his problem came from his father's inability to relate to his own people, to see them as more than a means to an end. His father was a full divine-right monarch, his mind-set being that he was always right and the people should be grateful for his wise council. The belief that one man could not possibly see all outcomes was preposterous to him.
This was the driving force behind Hama's devotion to his people. The royal party and businessmen always talked well of his father, but if you asked a common peasant, they had either forgotten him or spit on the ground when his name was mentioned. No matter how uneducated the people may seem, they always know when their ruler cares about them or not. Pharaoh Kamenhama had done countless things to help the people, shared their grief and joy, and never acted as if he was above anybody. There had never been a ruler like him in Egypt, and though his servants and advisers adored him, he believed that part of them were uncertain as to where it would all lead. Though he was the personification of the gods, he believed only they had the right to act above anybody.
The day wore on, and as Ra started to lower his eyes in sleep, the Pharaoh stood up.
"We should get back to the palace. It is time to bathe and prepare for dinner."
Hama stowed his fishing line in the wagon and sat inside. When Kissa had joined him, the wagon took off.
"I had a good time with you today, Kissa."
The Pharaoh made a facial expression somewhere between a smile and a grimace.
"Yes, he was...for the most part."
Pharaoh Kamenhama's problem with his father's rule stemmed not from his political or bureaucratic practices, as he had been a political and financial genius. No, his problem came from his father's inability to relate to his own people, to see them as more than a means to an end. His father was a full divine-right monarch, his mind-set being that he was always right and the people should be grateful for his wise council. The belief that one man could not possibly see all outcomes was preposterous to him.
This was the driving force behind Hama's devotion to his people. The royal party and businessmen always talked well of his father, but if you asked a common peasant, they had either forgotten him or spit on the ground when his name was mentioned. No matter how uneducated the people may seem, they always know when their ruler cares about them or not. Pharaoh Kamenhama had done countless things to help the people, shared their grief and joy, and never acted as if he was above anybody. There had never been a ruler like him in Egypt, and though his servants and advisers adored him, he believed that part of them were uncertain as to where it would all lead. Though he was the personification of the gods, he believed only they had the right to act above anybody.
The day wore on, and as Ra started to lower his eyes in sleep, the Pharaoh stood up.
"We should get back to the palace. It is time to bathe and prepare for dinner."
Hama stowed his fishing line in the wagon and sat inside. When Kissa had joined him, the wagon took off.
"I had a good time with you today, Kissa."