6/4 4: We went to home, up the slope; it was smooth stone. I halted my horse, the others behind me halted as well. There was a man already coming down to us, soldiers on the way. We watched as he came forward. What do I do? Sit on the horse, or get down? He comes forward, the letter in his hand; his eye serious. News from home. Not good. I get down to show respect, and take the letter.
I read it, and look up; we have been forgiven somehow. We go in, the stone columns are fine, the marble excellent; too much. What do you need to live with? I go with my men in the room, they want to applaud us. Do you think it was without pain? We do not want to accept, but know our place. We sit together, others bring us drinks. I am not impressed. What is this? We have been working out there.
I wait and breath in deeply, the music in the background. The men are watching, they have started to drink already. "I do not get it men, why did we build it; if this is what it is all about?" "Lords sir." "Yes, if work lets the families continue to live." "What are you saying sir?" "The project is almost over, the money for the workers will end, the what?" "What sir?" "No money, no food, no bed, no life; do you understand?" "Yes sir." I take my first sip, I watch the...... sorry for the words debauchery.
We are not impressed, we worked harder than this. We want to go away, they want us to stay. Think on that one. You want to go, they want you to stay. They mostly get their way? Fine, the rooms will work. What about the others? The work is ending? A few projects. My men follow me closely, there will be a meeting.
We enter the hall, and come up. The elders? Pharaoh? where looking at us. We went down the hall, and stopped. He got up and came towards me, he walked slow. The soldiers around him stood still as well as mine. He came to me and smiles, places his hand on my shoulder. He turns and raises his other, smiling. My heart drops for me and my men. I thought we were dead.
...still waiting on my catfish here! 
