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Nenfretiti Woman Pharaoh

by Gayle A. McCoy

250 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #01-0138; ISBN 1-55212-739-7; US$24.00, C$27.00, EUR20.00, £14.00

The Queen of Ancient Egypt becomes the Pharaoh after her husband dies leaving their twelve year old son as the Pharaoh apparent. A noble tries to murder her and take over. She fights back hard and wins. Makes her enemies taste the bitterness of defeat.

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About the Book A woman of ancient Egypt who became a Pharoah, King of Upper and Lower Egypt. Her name was Nenfretiti, a beautiful woman, Queen of Egypt. Then her husband Rame II Pharoah of Egypt died of a rare blood disease. Before his death he appointed Nenfretiti to be Regent for their twelve year old son Sanfershep the Pharaoh apparent. A nobleman Kawat Amen and the Priest of the Temple Horus plotted together to remove the queen as Regent Pharaoh. The priest wanted the position for the power and prestige as well as the wealth it provided for being the Regent Pharaoh. Nenfretiti fought back. Fought back hard. They tried several times to kill her. She defeated them. She made her enemies taste the bitterness of defeat. They suffered and died because of their greed and stupidity.

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About the Author Interest in ancient Egypt since High School days. Have visited Egypt and ridden one of those mean camels from Cairo to the pyramids. BS degree in art. Retired and live in the valley of the sun.

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Sample Excerpt

From Chapter One

... "Now what in the devil does she want?" Alarmed in spite of himself he thought, "Could she be in trouble already?" He buckled on his sword, a short two-edged one, arranging it on his hip and adjusting the dagger he always carried. He took off on the double for the palace and her apartment. He had been in many intrigues at the court of Egypt. He didn't like these mind games, the conniving, the hollow flattery and backbiting. He would rather meet a screaming horde of bandits in battle than these court battles.

He appeared in her doorway, a man's man by the look of him. He was tall without appearing so because of his large size. Muscle without fat, you could see it in his broad shoulders and muscular arms. He was a man of impressive bearing with an impenetrable gaze, "Greetings, Your Majesty." Turning toward Poterpher the priest he said, "And greetings to you, my friend. You must be the reason for my hasty call." His smile was also a greeting.

Chapter Two

The threat against Nenfretiti was not an idle one for at that moment in the streets of the capital a man of the bazaar was looking for a venomous snake. He was one of those men that hire their services to anyone that wants a dirty, murderous job done. After a painstaking search he found just what he wanted. From past experience he knew the merchants of death that would carry the type of snake he was looking for.

A snake of the right kind was found down on the river front at a store that dealt in such things. After a thorough examination the snake was carefully placed in a small reed basket and the lid was carefully secured with a leather thong. The man was wearing only a heavy linen kilt that came down to his thighs. He looked like what he was, a mean little man with a weasel like face. He made his way to the palace but on the way he stopped at a house where he was known. There he waited until the middle of the night, the twelfth hour to be exact. After checking to see if the snake was still in the basket he left the house and proceeded along the dark and crooked alleyways to the palace. Finding no one along the way that would impede his journey he continued on. He had made arrangements to get into the palace grounds and after that he went directly to the area where the residence of Nenfretiti would be. He was thinking, "Now I will have to be very cautious for there are guards at the residence. They are always walking around the outer walls of the residence of the Regent Pharaoh." Silently he crept along the stone wall keeping in the shadows as much as possible until he came to a window that had been located the previous afternoon. It was a second story window to the bedroom of Nenfretiti. He would only need a moment and then, hopefully, he could be away before any trouble or commotion would take place. He opened the basket that confined the snake and carefully clutched the snake behind the head. He looked to the left and then the right and with a hefty throw he threw the snake through the window. Then he hurried away running as fast as he could.

They planned their strategy long into the night. At last Nenfretiti went to her own bed and the two men dragged mats out onto the veranda. They talked for awhile and then fell asleep. Karak lay there looking up at the dark blue metal sky. A few stars were out. It was quiet and restful a time to think. Both were startled awake by a piercing scream from the room of Nenfretiti. Karak was the first to react, rushing to the bedroom. His thoughts ran rampant. "Has anything happened to Nenfretiti? Not already, I should have taken more precautions. There should have been a guard at her window." As these thoughts ran through his mind Poterpher came trotting up behind Karak.

"What has happened?"

Karak was brought up short when he saw the sword blade but not its owner. Taffay was standing by the door screaming and holding her hands to her face. "Oh no! Oh no!" She screamed. The voice of Nenfretiti cut through the night, as a sharp blade cuts soft butter. "Stop that screaming, Taffay. Stop it, now." She stopped as though cut off with a knife. Then Karak saw Nenfretiti emerging from the shadows of the bedroom. Before her she held a long sword and dangling from it was a poisonous snake. It had been pierced through the body just behind the head. It was still wiggling in the throe of death.

"Here is our intruder, Karak." ...

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