All Chapters of Queen of the Eternal Nile: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Maritza's condition worsened with each passing hour and the fever refused to break.Despite the herbal tea Kharef carefully coaxed her to drink, her forehead remained unbearably hot, and her breathing had become shallow and uneven.She barely had the strength to open her eyes anymore. Occasionally, she would whisper something unintelligible before drifting back into restless sleep.Kharef gently placed another cool cloth across her forehead and his expression grew darker."This isn't enough."Ramose, who had been searching through the remaining bundles of herbs, quietly shook his head."We've used almost everything she gathered." He lifted the nearly empty pouch. "There isn't enough left to make another proper medicine."Silence settled over the small stone shelter.Kharef looked toward the entrance, where the afternoon sun bathed the rocky valley in harsh light."We need more herbs." Ramose nodded grimly. "Or a healer."Kharef's jaw tightened."Which means… We'll have to find people.

“Thank you, healer” We said then walked out.The old healer's cottage slowly disappeared behind us.The farther we traveled, the smaller the little village became until the stone houses were nothing more than pale dots between the rocky hills.In my hands, I carried the woven basket filled with medicinal herbs, dried roots, fresh bandages, and several small clay jars containing healing salves.The sharp fragrance of crushed herbs lingered in the afternoon air and Pharaoh Kharef carried Maritza in his arms just as carefully as before while she was still asleep.The fever had stolen nearly all of her strength, leaving her body limp against his chest. Every now and then, she shifted slightly, unconsciously seeking warmth before settling again.Kharef looked down at her and watched how her loose strand of her unevenly cut hair had fallen across her cheek.Without thinking, he moved it gently away and the old woman's words returned to his mind.‘You don't carry her like a husband.’He reme

Steel clashed against steel.The narrow mountain pass echoed with the sounds of battle as dust swirled beneath pounding footsteps.Kharef held Maritza securely against his left side, careful to keep her as far from the fighting as possible while wielding his khopesh with his right hand.The wound in his shoulder burned with every swing but he ignored it.One bandit lunged toward him and Kharef sidestepped with practiced precision, his blade striking the man's sword and sending it spinning across the rocky ground.The man froze, staring at his empty hand.Kharef could have killed him. Instead, he stepped past him without a second glance. His only concern was the woman sleeping against his chest.Nearby, Ramose fought like the commander he had always been. Despite his injured leg, every movement was efficient.One opponent after another found themselves disarmed before they even realized what had happened.Within moments… The fight was over.Several bandits groaned on the ground, nursin

The warning horn echoed through the hidden valley once more.Its mournful cry shattered the peaceful afternoon.Within seconds, the cheerful village transformed. Children who had been laughing only moments earlier disappeared into nearby cottages as mothers hurried them inside.Men abandoned their work and reached for bows, spears, and weathered swords hidden beneath wagon seats and inside grain sheds.Doors slammed shut and windows closed. Even the goats were herded behind stone walls.Kharef stepped outside the cottage, his hand already resting on the hilt of his khopesh."What is happening?" He asked in a hurry.Harun came running t

The crimson cloud drifted across the narrow mountain pass and within seconds, the front line of the Black Jackals dissolved into chaos.Terrified horses reared violently, throwing their riders to the ground while others bolted in every direction, ignoring their masters' desperate attempts to regain control."What have you done?" one of the raiders shouted, rubbing his burning eyes. "My eyes! I can't see!"The leader of the Black Jackals pulled hard on his reins as his own horse reared beneath him."Hold the line!" he roared. "Don't panic!"But it was already too late. The narrow pass that had once favored the attackers had become their prison and Kharef saw the opportunity i