Hearing his council's opinions and advice on the matter, Amen is filled with a small sense of hope. While they may or may not agree with this decision, they acknowledged it nevertheless. They acknowledged his authority and his lawful right to enact changes he feels is best for his kingdom, cementing the idea in Amen's mind that he is now Pharaoh of Thebes. And with this power comes responsibility. First and foremost, the responsibility to listen, and so he did. Despite all of his bravado and arrogance, even Amen can admit that he can't do everything. And so he is glad that he has others with him to shoulder the burden. They are right. Announcing his plan so early would be an act of regicide—particularly terrible considering that he
is the pharaoh. It's also not something that should be implemented swiftly. However, a slow implementation also means the continue suffering of slaves. He needs to strike a good balance.
Suddenly, Amen's train of thoughts is interrupted as a familiar face enters the study.
"I see, Pharaoh Amen. So you wish to abolish slavery within the kingdom. My, my, your ambition is worthy of applause if nothing else." Iaret says. She is dressed in an elegant ceremonial robe and has adorned herself in jewelry. Perhaps she dolled herself up for the Pharaoh's welcoming festival.
"I'm sure you realize the impact of such a decision? It goes against centuries of tradition. Your enemies will pile at your door. They're smart. Even a slow, methodical implementation of such policies wouldn't go unnoticed. They'll know when their way of life is being threatened and they'll fight back. Are you sure you're ready for such a battle?" Iaret cautions.
Amen looks to his council. He feels with their support, he'll be able to accomplish his goal, and so he looks back to Iaret and nods in affirmation.
"We'll bring about this revolution. We won't fail."Iaret smiles hearing his response.
"Then I'll help you, as is my duty to the kingdom and the throne. Before going about implementing new, radical policies, you'll need allies. Allies beyond the confines of the kingdom. The Free Cities Alliance." Iaret proclaims. It's as his council says, which Iaret echoes: they'll need to ally themselves with the Free Cities Alliance if they are to see this through. Such an alliance will bring trade and crucial support when Amen begins to implement new policies that will eventually result in the establishment of a free state.
"A few weeks from now, a gathering will take place in the city of Garagos: the Free Cities Alliance Summit. The pharaohs of each kingdom within the alliance will personally attend. Pharaoh Amen, you and your esteemed Viziers will attend to announce your intentions of joining the alliance, in secret of course. No one beyond the confines of this study should know of this plan. If word gets out... Let's just say you'll return to a very different Thebes. With that in mind, I'll be sure to send the Free Cities Alliance a message." Just as soon as she arrived, Iaret is ready to leave once more, but before she goes, she reminds them about the speech due in a couple of hours.
So, they have the first part of their plan now: to join the Free Cities Alliance and garner their support. The summit will be in a few weeks time and the journey to Garagos will take at least a day or two through the Sand Sea. But can Iaret be trusted? And who will be in power during Amen's and his vizier's absences? It's no use thinking about it now. First, the speech. With everyone present and ready to work, including Amen, their differences are finally set aside and the speech begins to take form. Two hours of writing and reciting passes, and, finally, the speech is complete. And Amen did well to memorize it.
"Whew, finally..." Amen slumps in his chair.
"Thank you... everyone." While Amen still needs to deliver the speech, his council can at least spend the rest of the night enjoying the festivities or attend to their own personal work.
~Elsewhere~
On most days, the streets of Thebes at night tend to be a lively place but, on this particular night, everything is silent. The citizens have gathered to the palace to enjoy the festival welcoming their new pharaoh. Just what kind of a man is he, they must wonder. They always hold out hope for a pharaoh better than the last. But there are those who desire something different: a kingdom without a king. For subjugation will always result in tyranny. Because after all, a good king is a contradiction. So they gather, like locusts to a field.
Forty men, clad in robes and white masks; each carrying a blade that thirsts for the blood of a pharaoh. One individual stands out from the crowd:
a young man leans against the wall of a house. He seems engrossed in his thoughts. One of the masked men walks over to the young man to speak to him. "Can you 'see' our target?" He asks the young man.
The young man scoffs at the question.
"Can I 'see' him? With this eye, I can see everything." One of the young man's eyes change into a bright gold color.
"It's time we move out."