It was getting close to daylight, and Larry was making sure everyone cleaned up. Those historical figures sure knew how to make a mess. But everything was going pretty smoothly. He had a little trouble getting the cavemen to cooperate but Teddy was able to coerce them in to helping. Larry surveyed the lobby where most of the museum's inhabitants were gathered. Someone was missing. Scanning the room, Larry made a mental checklist of the crowd. Ahkmenrah. Where was he? Usually he helped Larry and Teddy oversee the clean-up. Larry told Teddy to take over for him while he searched for the young Pharaoh. He searched the all the halls before finally coming to The Tomb of Ahkmenrah. He peered in and there was the Pharaoh, gazing up at the hieroglyphs on the walls.
"Hello Larry," Ahkmenrah greeted without taking his eyes off the characters on the wall.
"Whatcha doing?" Larry asked, approaching the ancient king.
"Just thinking really," he replied, looking a little bereft. "Teddy and Sacagawea, they look happy together don't you think?"
"Yeah . . . I guess they do," Larry shrugged, caught off guard by the question. "Why do you ask?" From the way Ahkmenrah was talking it sounded like he was developing feelings for the young Native American, or maybe he was just missing someone from the past. Larry hoped it was the latter, for if it wasn't, they might have a problem.
"She just reminds me of someone I used to know," Ahkmenrah dismissed walking away from the hieroglyphs on the wall. The jackal sentries' heads followed their King's movements, performing their duty of watching over him.
"Really?" Larry was again surprised. The Pharaoh had always loved telling stories from his past, but they were never about him. Rather they were tales of his subjects of his kingdom. Ahkmenrah rarely reveled things about himself. But from what Larry had learned of him from Rebecca's history knowledge and from what he had observed, Larry found the Pharaoh to be a kind a warm person. True, he was at times a private person; Larry had never considered it to be a problem. "You wanna talk about it?" He inquired.
"No. . ." the Pharaoh said softly, uncertainly, "I mean yes. I don't know" Ahkmenrah sighed exasperatedly and took off his cumbersome crown.
"You know I'm here if you ever want to talk," Larry told him. He started to walk out of the tomb, knowing that he shouldn't press Ahkmenrah.
"She was a servant girl," the Pharaoh started and Larry stopped and turned to listen. "A slave, who worked in my palace. But I was betrothed to another. I got married and she disappeared. I never saw her again or found out what became of her. That's the end of it." Ahkmenrah exhaled audibly.
"I'm sorry man," Larry consoled the king by putting a hand on his shoulder.
"It was a long time ago," he shrugged, giving Larry an appreciative smile. "Dawn's light it approaching quickly, I must take my position. Good day, Larry, until tonight." The Pharaoh put his crown back on and sat poised on his throne.
"See ya, Ahkmenrah." Larry had gotten quite used to the backwards greetings and farewells that he didn't even notice anymore. As sunlight pushed through the windows, Larry made his rounds through the museum's halls, making sure everything and everyone was in order. When task was done, other employees started to arrive. Larry clocked out and went to pick up his son, Nick, and take him to school.