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Chapter 6
Word spread throughout Memphis what the plan was as Khnemhotep made his way to Elephantine. There was much excitement from the General populace, as they too were tired of this forced assimilation into German culture.
Ordinary citizens were often released into the Sahara or the hills around the city, allowed to hunt. Many of these groups intentionally moved far away from Memphis, hunting down some sort of creature, and when they were sure they wouldn’t be spotted, they trained for the battle. They sparred, sharpened their weapons, until they felt they were ready.
The Germans never expected a thing. The Germans had their own preparations planned. The reason that no Egyptian found much resistance was that the German army was busy. They were training as well, but in a more public way. This helped the resistance immensely; they were taking notes on the techniques that were being trained.
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While all this was happening, Caesar was consulting his advisors.
“Sir,” his military advisor began, “There must be some reason that the Germans are coming with armed troops.”
“Trajan is correct, sir,” Claudius said. “I do not believe that they are just armed escort.”
“Exactly!” Julius Caesar said.
“Now I—what?” Claudius stumbled on his words.
Caesar stood up, and continued, “Bismarck isn’t coming here for any old reason: he wants something. He wants something so badly that he’s willing to go to war over it. The reason that this feast is occurring is that I don’t believe he would order any troops would attack while he himself is inside the city.”
Octavian, his foreign advisor, looked up at Caesar. “Sir, are you saying that war is imminent?”
“Yes, I believe so.” Caesar turned to Trajan and Claudius. “Order the Legionaries from Giza to fortify Thebes. As I recall, they fell early to Rome, and now they call themselves Romans. And be discreet about it, I don’t want to attract undue attention. You’re all dismissed.”
Everyone vacated after a short bow, leaving Caesar, looking at Octavian.
“Something you wanted to say, Octavian?” Caesar asked.
Octavian took a deep breath, and said, “Is it wise to go to war with Germany?”
Caesar sighed. “It’s not my decision. It’s all up to Bismarck.”
“But what will the world think. I mean to say, we just got finished with the last war. What will they think of so many wars in close proximity?”
Caesar smiled, “That’s the beauty: I won’t have started this war! We’ll be the defenders. If we go to war, he’ll get the stain on his reputation!”
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Khnemhotep ran through the back alleys of Elephantine. He was muttering to himself about how he should have thought ahead, when he stepped out of an alleyway, and felt something large connect with the back of his head.
His last conscious thought was how he had been stupid yet again.
There were seven days until the revolution.
Word spread throughout Memphis what the plan was as Khnemhotep made his way to Elephantine. There was much excitement from the General populace, as they too were tired of this forced assimilation into German culture.
Ordinary citizens were often released into the Sahara or the hills around the city, allowed to hunt. Many of these groups intentionally moved far away from Memphis, hunting down some sort of creature, and when they were sure they wouldn’t be spotted, they trained for the battle. They sparred, sharpened their weapons, until they felt they were ready.
The Germans never expected a thing. The Germans had their own preparations planned. The reason that no Egyptian found much resistance was that the German army was busy. They were training as well, but in a more public way. This helped the resistance immensely; they were taking notes on the techniques that were being trained.
*********************************************
While all this was happening, Caesar was consulting his advisors.
“Sir,” his military advisor began, “There must be some reason that the Germans are coming with armed troops.”
“Trajan is correct, sir,” Claudius said. “I do not believe that they are just armed escort.”
“Exactly!” Julius Caesar said.
“Now I—what?” Claudius stumbled on his words.
Caesar stood up, and continued, “Bismarck isn’t coming here for any old reason: he wants something. He wants something so badly that he’s willing to go to war over it. The reason that this feast is occurring is that I don’t believe he would order any troops would attack while he himself is inside the city.”
Octavian, his foreign advisor, looked up at Caesar. “Sir, are you saying that war is imminent?”
“Yes, I believe so.” Caesar turned to Trajan and Claudius. “Order the Legionaries from Giza to fortify Thebes. As I recall, they fell early to Rome, and now they call themselves Romans. And be discreet about it, I don’t want to attract undue attention. You’re all dismissed.”
Everyone vacated after a short bow, leaving Caesar, looking at Octavian.
“Something you wanted to say, Octavian?” Caesar asked.
Octavian took a deep breath, and said, “Is it wise to go to war with Germany?”
Caesar sighed. “It’s not my decision. It’s all up to Bismarck.”
“But what will the world think. I mean to say, we just got finished with the last war. What will they think of so many wars in close proximity?”
Caesar smiled, “That’s the beauty: I won’t have started this war! We’ll be the defenders. If we go to war, he’ll get the stain on his reputation!”
*********************************************
Khnemhotep ran through the back alleys of Elephantine. He was muttering to himself about how he should have thought ahead, when he stepped out of an alleyway, and felt something large connect with the back of his head.
His last conscious thought was how he had been stupid yet again.
There were seven days until the revolution.
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