When it was almost dusk that day, Margot was still working in the temple, when she suddenly saw Priest Fekti beckoning her to go back early, and told her that someone was waiting for her outside the door.
When she walked out of the temple full of doubts, she saw a tall and straight young man riding a horse not far away.
His fluttering long hair, his high cloak, his gestures, the corners of his brows and eyes, are shining golden light like the sun all the time... He is so dazzling, as if he was born to be a king, his Her body was filled with the aura of a king... Margo froze in place, staring at the boy in shock, until the boy rode up to her, and she finally realized, and stammered, "Ramesses!" ?”
Without saying a word, Ramses reached out and picked her up on the horse.
"Hey, what are you going to do? Is your disease recurring again? Is your tooth hurting again? Or is there something wrong?" She didn't understand what he wanted to do at all, so she could only guess wildly.
"You woman, come to curse me again! Can't you come to you if you are not sick!" He seemed a little annoyed, hugged her tightly in his arms, raised his whip and swung it hard, and the horse immediately moved forward like an arrow rush away.
The wind whistled past her ears, and on the bumpy horseback, Margot could feel the fiery temperature coming from behind, as if it was burning, and her cheeks were burning red.
I don't know how long he was galloping in the wind, but Ramses finally stopped in one place. He got off the horse first, and then stretched out his hand to hug Marge who was shaken to the ground.
Margot stood aside, only to realize that Ramses had brought her near the Great Pyramid.
Through the sunlight, the tip of the Great Pyramid shines with the brilliance of life; behind it, Khafre and Menkola, two smaller pyramids, are in line with the Great Pyramid against the background of the blue sky, when the boundless dark night falls will indicate the constellation of Orion in the sky - the majestic body of the god Osiris.
"This Great Pyramid was built by Pharaoh Khufu more than a thousand years ago, and it still stands on the Giza Plateau." Ramses said in a low voice, "There is a saying in Egypt that human beings are afraid of time. , time fears the pyramids."
"A very apt proverb, maybe thousands of years later, it will still stand here, but we have all been turned into dust." She responded with emotion.
He looked up at her with an unusually gentle expression: "The sun will soon set, and this is the most beautiful time for the pyramids."
Her heart moved. When she was in Babylon, she had heard people say that the most beautiful moment of the pyramids was at sunset. Could it be that he brought her here on purpose just to let her appreciate this most beautiful moment
"Look, the sun is setting." He pointed to the western sky.
On the vast and empty Giza Plateau, the misty sunset sinks in the western sky, outlining the ancient and simple lines of the pyramids. The shadows echoed each other, singing a soul-stirring thousand-year-old song. But the beauty of the pyramid lies not only in the vastness and desolation displayed at sunset, but also in the courage that never faded before its decline. How many times the sun rises and sets, its far-reaching gaze has been gazing through the ages, settling in the torrent of time, ignoring the impermanence of the world.
This beauty transcends time and belongs to eternity.
Not far away, the Sphinx sits in it, silently guarding the pyramid behind it, sharing the sorrows and sorrows for thousands of years. In the distance is the stretching desert on the plateau. Under the dark silhouette of the pyramid, several camels are slowly walking across. The quiet figure rides on the back of the camel, adding a few black strokes to the distant sky, and the breeze blows by. , as if continuing a journey that has never stopped since the ages.
"It's really beautiful." She sighed sincerely. "When I return to Babylon in the future, I will definitely remember such a beautiful scene."
She focused on watching the setting sun disappear under the horizon, and did not notice the slight change in Ramses' face.
As soon as the sun set, the moon slowly rose into the sky. A hot wind mixed with sand and dust is blowing from the desert, with the dry smell of the sun during the day.
"Should we go back too? Ramses?" She looked at him worriedly, "Your dental disease has not fully healed yet, it's better to go back to the palace to rest earlier."
He looked up at the full moon in the sky as if he didn't hear it, and suddenly asked, "Margo, have you heard of the legend about the moon?"
"What legend?"
"It is said that there is a rabbit with a knife living in the moon. It is a warlike elf, and it will always chop off the heads of evil spirits before it is reconciled."
"What a strange legend." She looked at him in surprise, and the boy looked back with a smile. The night wind blew his soft hair again, scattered it under the starry sky, more dazzling than the bright moon in the sky. A pair of black eyes remained bright under the shadow of the backlight, flickering like the eyes of a wolf hunting at night, with the gentle beauty of the Nile River rushing under the night, he just stared at her, still handsome, still gentle, only with pure smile.
"By the way, this is for you." He seemed to have thought of something, took out something from his arms, grabbed Margo's hand, and stuffed the thing into her hand.
Margo spread her hands, and saw clearly that it was an exquisite amulet. The slender statue of the goddess spread its gorgeous wings behind her. Her eyes were deep and dark black. She ground a piece of fine gold and adjusted it like that. The silver of the moonlight fragments, the gorgeous black ink extracted from the black stone, together with the carnelian, turquoise and blue crystal, seem to use all the most dazzling brilliance in the world to endow it with eternal soul and life.
Some feelings, some strange and tender feelings, grew in her heart, which seemed to be nostalgic, but they were so vague that even she couldn't see them clearly.
"It's too expensive, I can't take it..." She wanted to return it to him.
"I never got back the things I sent out!" His face darkened, obviously angry.
Margot knew his temper well, and knew that if he refused again, he would definitely lose his temper, so she had no choice but to put it in her arms. Sometimes she also felt that this guy's temper was really unpredictable. He could be very gentle one minute, but immediately turned his face the next minute, without showing any affection at all.
It was already late at night when we returned to Asher's house.
To her surprise, Asher was waiting for her in her room.
"I heard that the second prince is with you today?" He asked straight to the point.
Margot nodded, and couldn't help secretly admiring the news that the prime minister was really well-informed.
"He just took me to see the pyramids at sunset."
"The pyramid in the sunset..." Asher's expression became a little strange, but soon returned to normal, "Margo, do you think the second prince has changed a lot?"
Mag nodded: "He is as dazzling as the sun now."
"The dazzling sun, this metaphor is quite appropriate. However, you must not know that he was always so dazzling before he lost his sight." Asher smiled, as if recalling something, "The first time I met him He was only five years old when he was born, and I was just a low-level official. I was scolded by my superiors for making a mistake, so I secretly hid in the garden and cried. At that time, he appeared in front of me like the sun, although At such a young age, it comforted me unbelievably."
"It turns out that he also had such a gentle side when he was a child." Margot imagined Ramses when she was a child, and a soft feeling rose in her heart.
"But after his tenth birthday dinner, everything changed. He suddenly lost his eyesight, and since then he locked himself in the room and never came out, and his temper became more and more eccentric. The doctors in the palace and The priests are helpless, but I don't want to give up, so I have been looking forward to a miracle. Until—I met you."
"No wonder you have always cared so much about him." Margo suddenly realized that Ramses at that time must have warmed Asher's heart like the sun.
"So, I want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart." There was a warm luster in his eyes.
"This...you're welcome. I'm a doctor, and this is what I should do." She felt a little embarrassed, and suddenly seemed to think of something, "But, why did you go blind after the birthday dinner? Didn't Can anyone find out?"
He suppressed his smile, and said in a deep voice: "Actually, I have always suspected that people in the palace did it, but I have not been able to find evidence."
"People in the palace?" There was a chill behind her. If this is the case, then Ramses has recovered his eyesight now, isn't it dangerous? Who the hell wants to kill Ramses
"By the way, I heard that some lions were transported from Lower Egypt. The king seems to want to give these lions to Ramses for training. Maybe they will be useful on the battlefield in the future." He changed the subject without a trace.
"Teaching a lion! Isn't that dangerous?"
"Rameses can subdue even a lion as fierce as the killer, so there should be no problem." Asher was not worried.
The image of the enemy slayer licking Ramses' hand like a kitten appeared in Margo's mind, and she couldn't help laughing: "That's true."
"It's getting late, you should go to bed earlier, you have to go to the temple tomorrow." Asher turned and left, and after walking a few steps, he turned back and gave her a meaningful look, but there was nothing Said, and continued to move forward.
Margot returned to the room, took out the exquisite amulet from her arms, thought about it, and hung it around her neck.
The cold amulet was close to her chest, but for some reason, there was a warm feeling.
It's like—the kind of warmth bathed in the sun.