...Merenchepri putted her bowl down on the table. Mirjam was gazing in the distance, speachless herself. "It is good you have come to me, Chepri, ignoring the threats from those witches!" Merenchepri laughed in sarcasm. "Oh Mirjam, it takes more then three cursed fools to get me truly scared. But still, this is serious enough. There's danger in Ipet-isut and in Kemet as well." Mirjam nodded and looked at her friend. "Well, shall you or shall I?" Merenchepri stood up. "I will. Tomorrow I will write to our Queen at once."

Merenchepri sat herself down by the pont with her writing materials. There's no use in keeping this from Chahor...Ofcourse this conflict will scare him and fill his heart with anger, but I hope he can keep his focus and have faith in me, that I will be able to deal with this while he's gone. And so, Merenchepri picked up her writing materials and started to write a letter to her husband. She told everything, not hiding the truth from him. She ended the letter with words that came straight from her heart.

I know this must all sound terrible to you My Love. And if I know you well, you would like it most to rush yourself home to me and deal with whatever enemy that threats our temple and myself. But have faith in me, Dear. Have faith in me that I have strength enough to protect this temple and myself, and our child as well. It has been three months since I discovered that I carried our child, and I feel your son is doing very well. And I will curse everyone who will do anything to harm our boy. I miss you, Chahor, and sometimes it gets hard to be here alone and to deal with everything without you. But it's only a matter of time before the last rebels will be defeaten, if I heared all the news well, and before I can hold you in my arms again. Have faith, My Love, and I pray for you.

Love, Chepri