Chahor was covered in blood but it wasn't his, the Egyptian armies had conquered yet another city, Chahor couldn't remember the name of it, thirty days of siege can get any general wary of killing and fighting.

Chahor's medic was sewing a deep cut in his masters leg, the the blood coming out from this wound was nothing compared with the blood he had shed, for the twentieth time that day he asked his manservant if no letter from his beloved Merenchepri had arrived, the servent once again bowed his head and shook it negatively.

General Chahor felt a chill in the bones that had nothing to do with his wound, had something happened to Chepri?, was this wound a good excuse to leave the battlefield and go checking her?, but how will Rameses -honor and glory to his blessed name- take this departure? how will the gods take it?, if they were displeased by this spontaneous act of love they could see it as an act of cowardice...no, the gods had kept him alive so far there would be dangerous to tempt them, so he shall wait yet anither day...another week...another month... till the letter would arrive.