Journal #3

3/10/110




I know I was impatient, diary, but for horu's sake! I was trapped in the past. I had know idea where I was going, but I knew this: people were chasing me. They yelled "HEY!!!!! You're a scribe, right?" I stopped. Maybe when I help them, I can get him to explain this time-travel darkness. I replied. "Yes, I'm a scribe. My name is Shuphanin. What do you need?" The fact carrier guy replied. "Well, our pharoah, Khufu, needs you." I was not surprised. As a famous scribe like me, pharoahs ask me ALL the time to either write hieroglyphics or write him a whole chart of it. But, to see the pharoah Khufu when he ruled the part of Egypt? A pleasure! I said "Well what does he want?" The info-man told me he wanted.He said he needed me to write some hieroglyphics on his royal pharoaen chair. He also said he would pay me a bag of snake egs. Not much, but it's worth getting the job done! The servant brought me to his kingdom. "Shuphanin!" The pharoah Khufu spoke loudly. "I am glad you came. I really needed my chair to have some style!" I replied to him, promptly. "Oh, yes. I do want our pharoah to be in his own style. Now, where do you want me to carve the hieroglyphics on your chair, and what do you want it to say?" He said" I want it to be on the right rigde of the chair, and, I want it to say "Bow to our earth god, Geb." I got straight to work. Maybe if I worked on the writing faster, Khufu will cough up more of the information quickly, I hope. I used the way I tought myself when I was little, when our family was poor.