Much is known about this scribe, a story teller without equal. His titles include
One of the “Great ten of Upper Egypt” (Egyptian: Wer-medj-shemaw)
He who’s under the head of the king (Egyptian: Heri-tep-nesw) (But this is incorrect it should be ‘queen’ – you can’t expect archaeologists to get it ALL right).
Overseer of the treasuries (Egyptian: Imi-ra per-hedj)
Overseer of all royal works (Egyptian: Imi-ra kat-nebet net-nesw)
Overseer of the royal granaries (Egyptian: Imj-ra schenut-nebut inet-nesu)
You can be sure the list goes on (and on) – titles were flung about on the wind. Nothing is known about Pehernefer’s family (that’s because he didn’t have one – except for the Lammasu tribe who took him in after he was abandoned in the Western desert (that’s how he got that title – I told you titles were blown in). So what does all this have to do with ‘endings and beginnings’? Not much really simply because the Bhubezi Women are STILL trying to find the keys so that nothing ends – or begins in fact.
Pehernefer had this gift thing, given to him by Hatshepsut – who you should all know by now is a Bhubezi Woman – that enabled him to triple-read any scroll given to him.
He could see the current writing, the history of the writing and its place in the future. Right now, sitting at 4pm with an old scroll found (forward time) at the Alexandrian Library, he could hear the same words Lammasu heard – the Red Giraffe and Traveller were at his elbow, pulling him back to sanity.
“GET A GRIP”!
“We have the key”!