No one came near her. Even when a dog approached, it sniffed the air about her, jumped backwards, barked and ran off. She continued to stare at the ground. She wished Ptah had caught her and put her out of her miserable existence. She was not needed by anyone. Nobody would miss her. It was as these depressing thoughts occupied her that a breeze swept quite unexpectedly down the narrow street. She could smell air so pure and sweet, so unnatural, it could only have been sent from above. It seemed to revive her. With the exuberance of youth returning to every corner of her body, she felt renewed energy and hope. She began to swing her legs. No one had caught up with her. She was alive and she’d remain that way, if she kept one step ahead of Ptah. And she would – he wouldn’t triumph over her. She could hear noise from the main street. There were cheers and the sound of horses. She was curious. It couldn’t be anyone after her. Cautiously she made her way up to where the people stood.
