I was born in Egypt and my mother was Queen Twosre, widow of Amenmesse.
My life was short and not happy.
My father, Amenmesse, seized the throne of Egypt from the previous Pharaoh, Seti II. But he ruled for only three years. When he died in 1200 BC I became Pharaoh.
But the Gods had already punished me for my father's sins. When I was a boy, I was struck with a terrible disease. For some time it looked as if I would die. When I recovered, my left leg was withered and my foot was rigidly extended like a horse's hoof. I died in 1193 BC six years after becoming Pharaoh and my mother became Mistress of Upper and Lower Egypt.
I died suddenly and my tomb was not ready, so I could not be buried immediately. Eventually I took my rightful place in the Valley of the Kings. My body was undisturbed until 1905 when the tomb was excavated. The priests had worked their magic and by my journey to the afterlife I am immortal.
Now I will have my revenge on the terrible disease which ruined