![]() ![]() Father carried me on his shoulders so that I could have a clear view of the festivi- ties. The air was filled with a wonderful jumble of delicious scents from many food vendors. Sunlight flashed from the brilliantly painted walls of the temples and the enameled gold necklaces, bracelets, and earrings of the highborn men and women. All Akhmin filled the streets to celebrate the event with music, dance, song, feasting, and gladness. ![]() That year, when I was five, the priests of every temple in the city observed the rising of the Nile and declared that their prayers had given us a good flood and a fine harvest to come. ![]() A good flood means a good harvest, a good harvest means we’ll have more than enough to eat, that our Pharaoh’s reign is blessed, and that the gods love us. It’s the time when the god Hapy, fat and generous, makes the river overflow its banks to bring new life to the farmlands. The Inundation is always a season of wild rejoicing. Gathering Magic almost a year after I tamed my dream-lions, during the Festival of the Inundation, my life began to change as surely as the rising river changes the deepest heart of the Black Land. ![]()
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