episode 10D
PPD and the Guest gasped when they saw the Royal couple finally emerge from the temple. Cleopatras robe had been changed to an ornate green one, and she sported the head of taxidermified eagle on her head, as head gear. It was a symbol of power, femininity and victory. The union had been consummated. Roman fish now swam in Egyptian waters.....a million of them had been launched into the green Nile, where they swirled and competed for the hidden pearl that lay nestled in the cave, amongst the stalactites. With this one gesture of Roman victory, Cleopatras brother had been removed as Pharoah of Egypt, and HRH Julius Caesar and forever inseminated his imprint onto the Royal throne of Egypt.
"It will be Royal Kaos," prophesised Mata, seeing doom in the swirling tea leaves.
"What do you see?" asked the Guest, leaning over.
"I see two deaths.....both surprising, both sudden. And da blood dat flows.....makes the green Nile turn red, and the pearl explode, and the....."
"Ok ok Mata-ji," said PPD hurriedly, finding Mata all to sensationalistic and exhuberant. He knew how the Guest was a sucker for this superstitious drama.
"How do you even manage to see these events, in a cup of tea?" asked the Guest, awestruck.
"It takes years of practeese, you see. You have to drink the tea from many countries, many different cups teel da power enters you," explained Mata. "Da last cup I drank from was a unique bottle in North Africa, from a dark pond. After dat, all da powers got seemented in my body." She quickly sketched out the last magic bottle and PPD gasped. He has seen a similar one on his travels many years into the future!
The crowds parted as a man was brought in front of the Royal Couple in chains. The mob looked closely and let out a collective shout of horror! The seemingly bedraggled man was none other than the Pharoah Ptolomy XIII, brother of Cleopatra, father of dragons, King of the Valley, Guardian of Secrets! He was handcuffed by two Massive Roman women, and had a black studded collar placed around his neck, while one of them whipped him repeatedly. "This is the state of your King," bellowed Caesar. "He was found in a brothel name Bondy Disciplino Sady Masochi, tied up by these two women, moaning like a weak man with no brains. No better than an animal. For the mere price of MCM sesestris they handed him over. That is the worth of your King."
The screams from the crowd were now deafening. The Guest leaned towards PPD nervously. What was happening here? The mob closed in on the prisoner.
"Is this who you want for a King?" roared Caesar, baiting them.
"Blood blood blood!" chanted the subjects.
"I have come to free you all from this man, and take this gorgeous Queen as my wife!" shouted Caesar, his magnificent profile casting a shadow on the Sphinx against the setting sun. "I myself was born, sculpted out of my mother womb with a knife ...a birth never before witnessed by mankind, making me a King forever. My Son.....my son will be born the same way, from the belly of your most sacred, most beautiful Queen, without damaging her natural beauty!"
"All hail King Caesar! All hail Queen Cleopatra!" chorused the crowd. Cleopatra poured some grapes into Julius' mouth, as he lay down on the top most step of the temple. It was a tableau that was choreographed to perfection, one that would be immortalised years later by a famous Italian sculptor.
"Stupidos," remarked Cleopatra. "Don't they know he's already married?"
HRH Cleopatra smiled behind her eyes, however her lips never cracked a smile. She pointed a well manicured finger at her brother's half obtunded figure and uttered five words, "Feed him to the crocodiles!"
The young Pharoah, his Royalty and grandeur long behind him, was placed inside massive catapult. The Nubian slaves cut the rope connecting it to the pulley and in a sweeping motion he was hurled into the river. The trio peered anxiously. Within seconds the green water turned a putrid scarlet.....a filthy mush of blood, bones and flesh.
"All hail King Caesar. All hail Queen Cleopatra!" The cries could be heard as far as Alexandria, as it thundered through the country, sonic waves leaving a mushroom shaped cloud to rise above into the sky! The walls of the Great library of Alexandria shook, as a disgruntled Roman general sat quietly in a corner. He was sipping a glass of Limoncello, reading a book half heartedly, nursing the worst Hangover from the previous night's bachelor party. He has vague memories of a tiger, going to many Baths, a rambunctious toga party ......but nothing could hide the truth! His best friend had gotten hitched, without even asking him to be a part of the official ceremony. Without asking him to be his Best Man. Brutus shut the hard cover book "Born a Crime" with a sharp movement. This was not an insult that could be forgotten. He would have his revenge!