A man slowly stepped out of the depths of the temple, followed by two columns of monks. I stood on the steps and looked at him, and I had a strange, indescribable feeling. It's as if I see myself stepping into a dream, a silent, inextricable dream.

It's like the feeling of drowning before I woke up.

The figure was as steady as a mountain, his steps were calm and graceful, and the sandals of papyrus and gold thread twisted and woven on the ground seemed to carry a little gloomy power and distant history, and I smelled a fragrance, perhaps the spices that were burned when offering to the gods, or the flowers and trees planted in the courtyard of the temple......

The man walked up to me and bowed his head slowly: "Your Royal Highness Princess." ”

His voice was soft and elegant, and the few words he said were sonorous and frustrated, and he rose and fell, like an old poem, a distant song, only a few words, but it can bewitch people's lives.

I looked at his face, his eyes, in a daze.

Like a deep pool, and like the night sky far away......

"Are you feeling better?"

I still couldn't make a sound, as if I was controlled by an invisible mysterious force, not only my movements, but even my thoughts were frozen into a ball, unable to move, unable to dissolve.

"Today we learn something new that we haven't learned before." He smiled and said, "It's going to be fun." ”

It's strange that he was standing in front of me, but I couldn't see his face clearly, he seemed to be surrounded by a fog. Maybe...... Not fog, but something else.

"What do you want to learn?"

He turned sideways gracefully: "Princess, please come with me." ”

When I looked back, she was stopped at the stone steps under the door, bowing respectfully, not allowed to enter.

I followed him forward, and the monks scattered to both sides, all of them moving like cats without hearing anything. I think they're weird, but they're not scary.

The light in the temple reflects a wonderful and far-reaching atmosphere, and the silence of the long corridor with incense burning seems to have no end.

"The room where the princess prays has been repaired," he said, "but the fire has already destroyed all the incense statues and ornaments that the princess likes, and it will take some time to recover." So let's go to the small shrine in the back today, okay? ”

I was finally able to make a sound, and maybe it was because he turned around and didn't have to look at those magical eyes that made me back to normal.

"It's okay." I say.

The promenade turned a corner and we walked towards the palace on the right.

Unlike ancient China, Egypt's geography is mostly desert, and the buildings here are almost entirely made of stone, and compared with our ancient buildings, the palaces here appear more rigid and indifferent, far less elaborate and detailed than ours, and full of flowers.

"Princess, please be seated."

I sat down in my chair, and he sat to my left, with a pen and papyrus on the table, and I curiously picked one up and looked at it.

The original writing of ancient Egypt was hieroglyphics, just like ours. However, the words on this paper are not quite the same as ordinary pictographs, or the way of writing is not quite the same, it is more fluent and simple. I was at first at a loss, but after blinking, I realized that I could read the meaning.

It's amazing!

Just as I can understand their words, I can read the words on paper.

"Ah, this is something I copied casually." He nodded, gently pulling the paper from my hand. Did he write it? The handwriting is very elegant and straight.

Ah, I remember, it seems to be...... The monks would do a lot of copying and calculating and recording every day, and it was too laborious and time-consuming to use ordinary writing, so their font had its own kind of script, which was equivalent to our Chinese cursive script.

Strange, I was holding the paper curls in a daze...... Everything I can think of can be done in such detail, why can't I remember who I am?

All I know now is Princess Isis. But before that?

"Princess, shall we talk about poetry today?"

I didn't say anything, he said patiently and gently: "The last time you asked me about the instruments of Pollunda, I have already consulted the musicians, and the people of Pollunda do not actually have our great Egyptian ...... in terms of music."

Ah, it's really Egypt, that's right.

Daylight reflected on the walls, and some of the faded tapestries were in full bloom, fiery red flowers.

He followed my gaze and asked, "Do you like it too?" ”

"What?"

"Lotus."

I was a little surprised: "I didn't know that lotus flowers also have red ones." ”

He smiled and said, "Very little, but there are." There are a few in the pond behind the shrine, but it's not yet flowering season, so you can go and see them. ”

"Then when it opens, I'll make sure to come and have a look."

He agreed, then pointed to another piece of paper and continued: "They don't have as many instruments as we do, and they don't play as many pieces as we do. Their music was very monotonous, there was no melody, and only the nobles could enjoy it, so there were few pieces of music that came out......"

My attention was completely unfocused on the music he was saying.

I'm just thinking that he looks like he's a priest.

Don't know what his name is?

Also, Can a priest get married?

"Don't you have a score?" I said in passing.

"Sheet music?"

He looked up in confusion.

Hmm, isn't it...... There's no such thing as a score at this time?

"Ah, please don't care, just keep talking."

It seems that there was no music score in ancient Egypt, and in our history, music score is not a popular thing, such as the famous Guangling San, which became a perfect song before execution, and the neon clothes and feather dance that was annihilated in the chaos and war of Anshi......

"I've collected a few of their instruments here and put them in the next room, would the princess like to see them?"

"Ah, of course."

We stood up, and the door opened automatically.

Behind the door stood a small servant of small stature, and he was the one who opened the door.

The next room was even more open, with several musical instruments hanging on the walls, with strings and flutes, in a rather novel style.

But what I was paying attention to was what was hanging on the other wall.

Those are weapons. Swords, shields, spears, tridents......

I looked back at him, "Are these all yours?" ”

He nodded.

"Will you use it?"

This sentence may be a bit presumptuous to ask, the real Princess Isis may know this person very well, and may also know whether he can be martial arts. When I turned my head to look, he said calmly, "I only know a little bit about it, but I can't talk about mastery." ”

Ah, I can't see it, he looks polite, and he is both civil and military.

I wanted to take the sword off and look at it, but it hung too high for me to reach with my feet.

A hand reached out from behind me, removed the bronze sword that hung diagonally, and handed it to me.

There was a bracelet of colored beads on his wrist, and I was stunned for a moment before I slowly raised my hand and took the sword.

It's so heavy!

I didn't expect the sword to be so heavy, my wrist sank, and the sword slipped out of my hand.

He flipped his palm, steadily copied the sword in his hand again, and said softly, "The sword is too heavy, isn't it?" ”

His movements were so swift that I barely saw how he moved, and the sword had already been caught by him.

He smiled and hung the sword back on the wall, not disrespectful from start to finish.

But......

Of course, Princess Isis is still a child, but my mentality is not.

I felt very uncomfortable with his somewhat child-like attitude.

He turned around and pointed to the instrument hanging on the opposite wall: "This one is wooden, the head is cow bone, and it ...... when playing."

I interrupted him, "You taught me swordsmanship, right?" ”

He finally showed a third expression other than a calm, smiling smile.

Astonished.

"Princess?" He also wanted to make sure he had heard it wrong.

You heard it right, Mr. Priest.

"You teach me swordsmanship." I repeated.