Pharoah’s Blog

Pharoah’s Blog

Harry Buschman

Day One

I count today as day one. I don’t care what the wise men say – wise men are a dime a dozen, and if I say this is day one, that’s what it's going to be.

The giant tomb is quiet now. All the work is done and I have had the laborers slaughtered so they will never reveal the secret passageways and tunnels that lead to my burial chamber.

It's been a busy day ... I am content.

Day Two

I visited the site with the elders and wise men again today. We made sure the royal barge was installed correctly, I don't want to sail off in the wrong direction. The barge will lie just outside my burial chamber and after my death my preserved bodily organs will be placed on board by the holy men for the voyage to the land of the gods. The holy men were not pleased to learn they will make the voyage with me. I am only fourteen years old and it pains me to think I must live in my kingdom for the rest of my days before I can enjoy the blessings of eternal life.

Day Three

The question of my successors came up this morning. I suggested that was putting the cart before the camel. A Queen has not yet been chosen by the elders nor approved by me. I am leaning towards the decision that successors would not be wise in any event. I would prefer my kingdom and all its riches to accompany me on my ascension to the after-life. All too often I have seen the monarchs next in line seize all the riches in the tombs of those before them and sell them on the street in Alexandria.

Day Four

The full implication of my decision to take my treasure with me is not popular with my ministers of state. I smoothed over their disquietude, however, by deciding to take all of them with me also. Now that this hurdle has been surmounted, there remains the question of my Queen. She and our offspring must accompany me as well.

We must look for a Queen!

Day Five

The Kingdom's Supreme Vizier sat at my feet this morning and opened his album of ‘Possible Mates’. There is not much to choose between them. Some are too old, others too fat – all of them seem unworthy of me. Can it be there is not one potential princess among the many Kingdoms that border the Nile? I asked the vizier to open his book of Princes.

Ah!

A certain young Prince of Thebes turned me on immediately. I demanded that he be brought before me. The Supreme Vizier reminded me that no issue from such an arrangement was possible and would not result in succession. I reminded him that he may be the Supreme Vizier but I am the Supreme Ruler and what I say goes.

Day Six

“Rocky,” the Prince of Thebes and I are going away for the weekend. We’re getting an early start on the succession.