Rhehan looked around at the audience, who were still clapping for him. He grinned awkwardly at them.
"No! No! I did not buy it! Somebody had casted a spell on me. I am very poor, I can not afford it. Please cancel the deal. Ok! Maybe take the money, but don't give away the sword! Take it! Take it as a gift." Rhehan whispered, grinning awkwardly at everybody.
He sat down with a gloomy face and looked at the shining sword and sighed.
"No wonder there were no invites! I was tricked to come here at the auction. Maybe my old man, played this trick with me? Or maybe Khufu's ghost. No! how can it be, I am Khufu!" Suddenly Rhehan paused and face-slapped himself. "No..No..No...I am not Khufu!!"
The bidder came forwards, smiling at the audience. "Thank you for being a part of this auction. Now few kids from our orphanage, will present a dance performance for you all!" Rhehan's mood uplifted, as the curtains were raised up.
