Interlude III
The regal Akhenaten, in a simple, knee-length, ivory shendyt, slipped off his sandals. He sat down and crossed his legs, relaxing into a lotus position under a majestic oak tree outside the Temple of Research. The distinctive oop-oop-oop call of a hoopoe bird circling above did not distract him, even as the bird’s broad and rounded wings beat gracefully and carried it into a nest box mounted between two branches of the tree.
“M-master Akhenaten?” came a hesitant voice. Kendra, a young girl in the simple temple garment of a neophyte, her chestnut hair wrapped in golden threads bouncing with her stride, cautiously approached Akhenaten. Kendra was determined to possess the gift of looking through the Infinity Portal. But she had yet to test her skills. The training necessary t
