THEA PHILOPATOR novelThe book is written about the childhood of the last Egyptian Queen Cleopatra. Disclosed and shown are historical photographs of those events that are of interest to readers and do not occur in historical chronicles about the queen's childhood.Author's note.Chapter First Theo suddenly summoned Orth to him. When there was a challenge, which consisted of the persistent in the minds of Orth sounding melodies of the long-forgotten hymn of Lakia. The once prosperous state on Faeton, where Orth was the personal bodyguard of the president's adviser and sunk into oblivion with the disappeared planet of the solar system, Orth lay still in the bed of his apartment with instructions in hand, preparing to begin his duties in the Galactic Coalition of the Representation of the Solar System.From the unexpected, Orth reached out his hand to a glass of unfinished whiskey and took two sips, feeling the moisture of the refreshing balm pass through the esophagus, and only then did he engage in telepathic communication with the Supreme. - "Your supremacy, I'm all attention!" Said Orth mentally. "Good morning, Captain, you are acting under my personal command, I warned General Garinov, so now I will personally put all the tasks to you, and it's clear to you to report to me on the progress of their implementation!" "That's right, your supremacy!" Orth answered in a military way. In the tone of his answer, there was a note of complete readiness to follow the orders of the Curator of the Solar System, the scientist Theo. - "Now, get ready to come to my office to set up tasks!" - ordered the curator and disconnected. Orth rather by inertia, not realizing yet that there is no connection, replied: - "There is!" - Then, I realized this, I smiled at this rise of confidence in my person. And with dignity, I began to gather for an audience with the Supreme Curator of the Solar System of the Coalition Union of the Highly Developed Civilizations of the Milky Way galaxy, where the civilization of the planet Earth was recently invited ... In full military ammunition of the guard, General Garinov's detachment, he appeared before the Supreme Curator in his office, where he entered when the doors of the door opened silently. On the hairy floor covering of the study, his feet in black uniform boots were drowned in an ankle by the ankles into the gray flesh. Orth straightened up at attention and, as was customary with the military, minted: "Captain Orth, the personal guard under the command of General Garinov, at your command, has arrived!" - It's free, Orth! - with a spark of a smile in his gray eyes, said good-natured Theo. - Come closer, - while the High Curator pointed to two comforth'sble leather chairs near the coffee table near the wall next to the fireplace, - sit down. Orth did not take his eyes off the Supreme Curator and could not in any way solve the good-natured attitude towards him, trying to understand what was going on with his person in general and in particular. But to unravel the intention of Theo that to look at the stone statue of Zeus the Thundered in the Museum of the Arts of Rome with the question, but what I forgot here, do not tell me? He had no choice but to go to the corner with white leather chairs. Looking at the place where the chairs were, he suddenly saw on one of them the face of a man of small stature of a frail physique. In the head of Orth's thought flashed: - "What is this boy doing in a red monastic tunic?" Coming closer, Orth saw an attentive looking gaze, far from youthful, black, like pitch, huge eyes that looked at him almost defiantly with some contemptuous gleam.