Legacy: Book Two of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld by Shakir Rashaan Read Free Book Online

slow of mind as He liked to lead people to believe. But then again, that’s old school for you.
    “I would assume Your Beloved has already started making the rounds to those on the master guest list concerning their respective attendance to the grand reopening?” Amenhotep asked.
    “Yes, Sir, He’s already out in Vegas speaking with Master Osiris and Lady Hatshepsut, and He should be flying out to Virginia tomorrow.” The moment I said that, it brought a period of silence from Amenhotep.
    “I see He’s going ahead with the next phases in the plan,” He finally responded.
    I took a good look at the phone, and at that moment, I realized that the endeavor that my husband was about to undertake was alittle larger than had been planned. “Amenhotep, are You telling Me Ramesses is out there trying to convince the Elders out there to expand?”
    “That would be correct, My dear.” He answered my question without hesitation. “You can blame Me for the slight misdirection. He is only executing the plan that we had in mind once He got over the shock of My no longer being in the Atlanta community.”
    He was right, I wanted to cuss him out, but I knew better. As I said before, Amenhotep acted a lot like a father to us both, and fathers tended to do things we might not initially like, but it always had a purpose and goal in mind. My husband always understood I, on the other hand, had my moments where I wanted to know it all, and then I would co-sign on it.
    “Do not worry, My dear,” He said, like He could read my thoughts. “This is His time to build upon His legacy within Neb’net Maa’-kheru.”
    “Wait a minute, Sir.” What in the bloody hell was He talking about? “I’ve never heard that name before in My life, Sir.”
    A slight chuckle escaped over the phone as I listened to Amenhotep explain to Me how much deeper things were about to become. “Neb’net Maa’-kheru is the Society, the Masters of Honor and Enlightenment, Neferterri,” He began. “It is a gathering of honorable Masters within the national community who have developed a rather strong interpersonal network. Its ultimate purpose is to create a network of compounds for those within the community to converge in fellowship. My former Palace was the first of its kind. There were plans to build more, but I could not get two of the members to agree upon the locations of the next two compounds.”
    “Why was that?” I asked, trying to soak all of this in.
    “Master Osiris and Master Seti are brothers both in Dominionand by blood. Fiercely competitive, about ten years back when the first expansion was conceived, they developed bad blood over a slave who chose to be with Osiris instead of Seti.” He tried to give me a brief histoy, despite the fact that I didn’t understand a word of it. “Ever since then, trying to get the two of them in the same room, much less on the phone to hash out their differences, has been futile.”
    “So, why is My husband out in Vegas trying to convince Master Osiris if His brother won’t complete the circle?” I found myself enthralled as He provided more pieces to the puzzle. The plot thickened with each passing question.
    “Osiris is the easier task because He is the one with the slave in question,” Amenhotep explained. “It’s Seti who will be the more difficult to convince. It would do Ramesses no good to tell Him that His brother is involved in the expansion plans again.”
    “You know My husband as well as I do, and He will try to be the mediator in this situation,” I told Him. Ramesses could be stubborn like that. “Besides, perhaps with time, cooler heads can prevail in this attempt at the two of them reconciling?”
    “I hold out hope that old wounds have healed. It has been a few years, after all,” He stated. “What we old heads could not accomplish because of egos and tempers, perhaps Your husband can reforge, for the betterment of the Society.”
    “Tell Me more about this Society, Sir.