He would give up nothing once he had set his sights on it...and this woman was no different. He left the camp for her...he went to the city...and he entered the temple. And she welcomed him, and he lay in her arms...and then would return to camp..looking like a lion that had fed well.
And this would go on, and the men, brutal as they were...lost discipline, and raided the area about the city. Methos despaired, knowing full well that this could only bring about the displeasure of Pharaoh.
And it did. Merenptah knew that the only way to deal with these death-dealing men was to mete out death...and so it was. Those who were strangers and were found...were dead. Anything to end this pestilence...these horsemen who stole from good men and women, and demoralized the kingdom.
One day, outside the city, Methos and two others had happened upon the bodies of three men...and Kronos was still within. For, even though Methos told him this was folly, he came to her. And she always seemed to welcome him...he would not be turned away...or so it seemed.
One time, he returned to camp something wroth...evilly enraged...he threw things, cursed her...she had bid him not return. And he would not...if he were sane. But of course...he did.
Three days Methos knew he was there...but dared not encroach on this place. If Kronos was fool enough to think he could continue this affair...let him pay the consequences.
Of course, he did.
Because she was a very determined woman, this Sekhmet, named for the goddess of war...and she knew what Kronos was.
And when Methos found him...he was not surprised at the state he was in.
A terrible state indeed.
Posted on Jul 24, 1999, 10:13 PM from IP address 216.164.250.111