Part 4

Isis mourned her husband deeply, her servants could not get her to eat or care for herself in anyway, her heart weighed so heavily on her chest that she did not get out of bed most mornings.

One morning, After weeks of sobbing she over heard two servant girls speaking of a coffin some villagers had seen drifting down the river. Isis realized she had to at least recover her husbands body. She gathered her strength slide out of bed and took a blade to her long dark beautiful hair she placed on mourning clothes and left the palace in search of her husband’s body.

Isis searched the villages along the river banks speaking with villagers who had heard rumors or saw for themselves a beautiful coffin floating down river. She walked along the river banks until her feet bleed and she was too exhausted to go on. Sleeping under trees and along the river banks for a few hours at a time.

Eventually she came across a group of women who where washing their linens in the river, they were all speaking about a beautiful wooden coffin that had come to rest down shore and a large and beautiful tree had sprouted where the coffin lay in the sand.

The tree had sprung up over night into a large beautiful tree, when Isis looked upon it she knew that it was a representation of her husbands kind, generous and loving spirit. Ra had looked down on his child and blessed everything his being touched.

Isis began to run to the coffin but came to a sudden stop when she noticed the King’s men of that realm were cutting down the tree to build his new palace. Quickly Isis thought up a plan to get into the palace. She quickly cleaned herself up and presented herself to the Court officials as a Royal Hairdresser.

She was hired and became close with the queen she discovered where her husband’s coffin was placed and in secret at night she would visit his coffin she spent the night crying and mourning over a closed coffin.

The queen became close to Isis and entrusted her to watch over her son the first prince.  Isis fell in love with the little boy and care for him through out the day and mourn her husband through out the night. This went on for sometime until one night.

Isis held the young prince in her arms, “Your such a precious and sweet child,” she whispered as she kissed his forehead tenderly. “You will grow to be a great king…like my Osiris…I don’t want you to have the same fate as him, we can’t have evil destroy this…” she trailed off.

The young prince just a toddler smiled and snuggled up close to Isis who, held him tighter instinctively wanting to protect him from all the danger of the world. “I won’t let them destroy you, the gift Ra has given me I will use to spare you from unnatural death.”

Isis walked to the middle of the Princes room and with magical incantations a fire appeared gently she place the baby in the center of the fire and began to chant powerful incantations over the peaceful child.

The queen sleeping the room near the young prince was awoken by the crackling of the fire and rushed into the room horrified by the sight of her only son laying in fire she quickly grabbed him out of the fire only to realize he was unharmed.

“What are you doing!” The queen yelled at Isis.

With a deep breath and a powerful burst of her spirit Isis revealed her true identity to the queen. “I only wish to protect him from unnatural death.”

The queen fell to her knees and began to sob, “Please forgive me Queen Isis, I did not know.”

“Nothing can be done now, it cannot be done now that the ceremony has been ruined,” Isis informed her.

“Please, is there anything that can be done to apologize for my stupidity.” The queen begged, her son in one arm and the end of Isis’s dress in the other.

“Yes,…actually there is something you can do for me.” Isis said as hope began to fill her heart again.

“Anything, ask anything of me and I will do it.”