~He had spent the last 2 days travelling to the 7th nome, his features and strong complexion had lessened. He was worried, he seemed pale and distraught. ''I am foolish.. ''He thought to himself ''If Tiy got her hands on that pendant..then my identity is no longer a secret!''

~He ripped at the wig in his hands.~ ''Ruined.. ''He muttered. The Bargeman talked to no end of the rumours from Karnak, this did not ease Memnon’s nerves. The man would not stop inquiring about Memnon’s own whereabouts.* ''You look like a priest.'' The old man croaked. ''Why..when Seti was alive, I would have thought you were an Amun priest from Karnak..Unless me old eyes fail me.''~The old man stopped rowing the boat for a moment, as they entered some reeds.~

~Memnon turned to the bargeman, drawing his dagger. ''Be quiet old man or I shall have to throw you into the waters of the Nile, I hear Sobeck likes the taste of aged skin. ''*The mans eyes became enlarged, he quietly rowed the boat, no more questions asked.~

~He exited the barge as they came to the bank, Memnon passed Imase pausing to look at him before carrying on.~