This is what Sobek’s been chattering to me about all afternoon. I finally got around to writing it. Not quite what I originally had in mind, but it’s still pretty damn good, I think.
Sobek sits in the shade of a large willow tree, the waters of the Nile lapping gently against the banks. He takes up parchment, ink, and reed pen, and begins to write:
I have lived my life in the Nile. I know it as Hapi knows it, as if it were part of me. I swim its waters endlessly. I know every creature, god, and netjeri who lives in these waters. It is my life blood as it is the lifeblood of the people who live beside it. When the floods come, I ride their energy to the Delta, watching the life-giving silt spread all over the land, taking back the red land for Wesir.
I am the Lord of Kom Ombo, who lives in his carnelian temple at Bakhu. He who rages against isfet, and who guards the night boat from the demons of the Duat. I am the crocodile in the Nile, the strength of the King, and the one who forever watches. My eyes see all that exists. My teeth are sharp and brutal. I can tear flesh and bone, break bodies, and expel all that is no longer wanted. I am the fastest swimmer; none can beat me as I move through the waters. No one can navigate these waters as I can. I am Sobek, and I have seen the very first Zep Tepi.
The Nile was troubled the day the throne was lost. The water was agitated, and the spirits unwilling to be seen. I felt the disturbances in the land as surely as any spirit did that day. I left my home in Kom Ombo, and travelled down the river. My eyes barely broke the surface. I swam slowly, and no water showed my movements. I scanned the banks, seeing what the trouble was. I saw nothing until I reached the Delta, where I found the Lady of Magic, heavy with child, weeping on the bank of the river. Her tears fell as Ra’s did when he brought forth people to the land, except her tears did not bring life, but only grief. The water where Her tears fell was dark and still.
I went over to her, and emerged slowly from the water, making sure not to scare her. I watched her. I could feel the child inside her was almost ready to be born, but the Two Ladies were not present. Indeed, there was no life around at all.
“Great Kite, what has caused you to grieve?” I said to her.
She did not look at me, and I shed my crocodilian form to better comfort Her. I held the great Lady, and I did not speak further. The grief she carried with Her was unspeakable.
“There is a great disturbance in the land, my Lady. Has Wesir fallen? Has the Red Land claimed its victory?”
She nodded sadly and leant against my shoulder. It was enough to tell me what had happened.
“What do you need, my Lady?”
She turned to me as she spoke. “You who navigates the river like no other, find me a place to hide. I cannot face them until Wesir’s son is strong enough to avenge him. Can you hide me, Lord of the Waters?”
“I know a safe place where you will not be seen. You will not be discovered. I will keep watch, and chase away any danger that threatens you and your child,” I said.
“Call the Two Ladies, please. My son is soon for this world,” she replied.
“Hold my body as we swim the river. I will not let you be lost to the currents. It will help relieve the pain in your body,” I said.
She took my hand as I led her into the river. I became as a crocodile, and she put her arms around my neck. I spoke some heka to keep her from falling, and moved through the water towards the safe place I knew of, where she could give birth in secret.
I kept to the shadowy banks, not wishing for the Lady to be seen. She had disguised herself as well, and I was not sure she would be recognised. Together, I took her down the Nile to a place where She would be safe. The Two Ladies met us there, having answered the call of my messenger. I guarded the inlet with my netjeri while the Great Throne brought forth the son of Wesir.
It was a moment of great joy and hope, in spite of its cost. A great sacrifice had been made to bring forth this child. He was named Heru, and he would one day soar above the known world, bright and beautiful. But right then, he was but a small child, weak and defenceless. I sung him a soft lullaby, a hymn to the Two Ladies, as he suckled at his mother’s breast.
“As long as you are in my river, my Lady, I will keep you and your son hidden and safe. You will come to no harm while the Rager protects you,” I said.
“You will not leave our side? You will come with us as we run from the usurper?” she asked.
“I will care for you as if I was Wesir himself. I will care for Heru as if he is my son. He will be avenged, my Lady, and the throne restored,” I said.
She smiled. “You who endures forever, you and the Great Weaver who transcend above all others, I am glad to have you with us. Heru needs you, and I need you. I am so heartsick I know not what to do, but I am glad you are here.”
“We will mourn him properly in time, but for now, let your sister carry your grief, and bring you some comfort. The throne will be restored to you in time,” I said.
She touched my snout, and I felt her love and grief wash through the water. The Nile would be a sad place for many years until Heru was strong enough to avenge Wesir. But that all seemed like a distant future in that moment. I made my mark on the child Heru, and brought him and his mother under my protection. For now, I would care for them as my own mother cared for me when I had first come into the world.
And thus it is written, as Sobek requests. The story of Heru’s birth, from the great crocodile who witnessed it. And so shall it come to pass that Wesir is established in the Duat, Heru is established on the Throne of the Two Lands, and peace once more comes to the land of Kemet.