The Heretic Queen (15 page)

WHETHER FROM horror at that prospect, or love for Ramesses, I became the perfect student. I was never late, my work was never incomplete, and soon I could have sailed to Assyria and survived on my command of Akkadian alone. Paser didn't see how this language came to me so quickly, but the truth was, everywhere I went I practiced; in the baths, around the courtyard--even at my mother's shrine, I prayed to Mut in Akkadian. My harp lessons with Aloli also took on a new intensity, as if the priestess could will her own talent into my hands. With practice I became competent enough that if the queen ever called upon me at court, I would not embarrass myself in front of them. Iset had always prided herself on being talented at music, but now I saw that it was not so difficult with time and patience.

But it wasn't the harp that kept me late each day in the eastern chamber. One day Merit remarked, "You seem to be enjoying your music, my lady." I hid my blush behind the feathers of my fan, and the next day when Merit said approvingly, "You stay longer and longer at every lesson." I finally told her, "That's because Aloli has been speaking with me about more than just the harp."

Merit stopped filling my alabaster jar with perfume and came inside from the balcony. "What does she teach you?" she asked flatly.

I put down my reed pen. "Other things. Such as what I should do on my wedding night."

Merit gave a sharp cry.

"I have to know everything! Iset does," I added quickly.

"You are not some girl from the harem!"

"No. I am the princess from a family that's been erased from history. You know as well as I do what it will mean if I become Chief Wife. My family's name will be rewritten in the scrolls. It will save my family, and it will save us all from Henuttawy. Can you imagine a Thebes where Henuttawy is as powerful as the queen?"

"But for the Priestess Aloli to teach you such things--"

"Why not, if they will keep us safe? If it will keep my mother's name alive?" I glanced at my broken shrine. Although the court sculptor had done his best, I could still see the thin line where the goddess's neck had been broken from her body. "You will always be my
mawat,
" I promised. "But I had another mother who gave her life for me. And what have I given her? What has Egypt given her? As Chief Wife I could make sure that she is never forgotten, that
we
are never forgotten," I corrected. "My family ruled Egypt for more than a hundred years and there's not a single mortuary temple to remember them by! But I could build one in the hills for you, and for my parents." A warm wind blew the sweet scent of figs from the sycamore trees, and I inhaled. Merit always said that my mother had loved their smell. "There are so many reasons to become Chief Wife. But what if Ramesses doesn't love me?"

Merit's face softened. "He has always loved you."

"As a sister," I protested. "But what if he can't love me as a wife?"

WHEN THE season of Shemu came, the court prepared for its annual progress north to the palace of Pi-Ramesses, where the suffocating windless heat of Thebes could be relieved by the ocean breezes. It was the first time I wasn't going to sail with the flotilla of brightly painted ships or stand on a deck with Pharaoh's golden standards snapping above me in the warm Payni sun. I stood on the balcony of my chamber one day and imagined the world sailing away from me with only Tefer left for company. And even he wasn't much good, spending all his time chasing mice in the fields. He didn't need me. No one needed me.

"What's wrong with you?" Merit challenged from the door. "Every afternoon you come out here. These groves haven't changed since yesterday."

"I'm missing everything! When Thoth comes and a new year begins, I'll miss the Feast of Wag, too." Wag is the only night when a person's
akhu
can return to the land of the living and enjoy the earthly food that's presented to them.

But Merit shook her head slyly. "I don't believe you will miss the feast. Yesterday, I saw the High Priestess while you were practicing harp. She said that in two months you will have been away from court for an entire year, and that soon . . ." Merit paused for effect. "You may be ready to return."

ON THE tenth of Thoth, Merit shook me out of bed. "My lady, the High Priestess is waiting!"

I sat up and wiped the sleep from my eyes. "What?"

"You are not to study with the vizier today. The High Priestess wants to see you instead!"

We rushed to the mirror, and I sat patiently while Merit applied my paint. "We will use the malachite," she determined, and opened the jar of expensive green powder. I closed my eyes while she applied it to my lids, and she spent extra time outlining my eyes with kohl. When Merit took my wig from its box, I saw that she had added green faience beads. "How--"

"For the occasion," she said eagerly.

In all the many months since I first entered the Temple of Hathor, Woserit had rarely seen me. Merit hennaed my nails with a brush meant for kohl, and when she gave me my gown I saw that it was new. I stood, and Merit sucked in her breath. "You are a woman," she said, as if she could hardly believe it. She narrowed her small eyes as she studied my face, my gown, my nails. When she came to my sandals, her face smoothed itself out and she said frankly, "You are ready." Her voice choked with tears and she embraced me tightly. "Good luck, my lady."

"Thank you,
mawat.
" I pulled away to look her in the eyes. "Thank you," I said again. "Not just for coming here with me but . . . but for everything."

Merit straightened her shoulders. "Go. Go before she changes her mind!"

Woserit's chamber was not far from mine, but even so, the walk had never felt so long. I glanced up at the painted walls with their images of Hathor and Ra and wondered if this would be one of the last times that I would ever see them. At her door, a servant bowed. "The High Priestess is waiting for you, my lady."

She opened the door and inside, Woserit was sitting at her table, surrounded by flowers for Thoth and the new year. The bright blooms had been arranged in faience vases, and the lilies perfumed the entire chamber. She looked up, and when she saw me, the expression on her face went from one of deep surprise to pleasure.

"Nefertari?" She stood from behind her table and came over to me. "Look at your cheeks," she gushed. "They've filled out! And your eyes . . . they're absolutely stunning." She made me turn around a first time, then a second, and the third time she exclaimed, "Look how you've changed." She reached over and pinched the back of my gown so that she could see the outline of my waist and breasts. "Enough of these shapeless sheaths," she announced. "I want Merit to measure you for new gowns. You have grown into a woman while I was busy! When Iset gets big and fat with Ramesses's child, you will still be light and beautiful," Woserit promised. "And you will never complain. I can promise you, Ramesses will grow tired of her whining."

"He doesn't love her?" I asked quickly.

Woserit raised her brows. "I didn't say that."

"But what does he like about her if she whines?"

"Oh, she can be charming when she wants, and she's exceptionally beautiful. But her charm and beauty will be a lot less appealing once he has you to compare her with eight days from now."

"On the Feast of Wag?" I exclaimed.

Woserit smiled. "Yes. I think we are ready."

CHAPTER SIX

THE FEAST OF WAG

1282 BC

AT THE END of our lesson on the eighteenth of Thoth, Paser put down his reed pen and asked, "Are you prepared for the feast tonight?"

"Yes." I tried to hide my excitement. "My nurse has prepared an offering bowl of food for Pharaoh Seti's temple, and another bowl--"

"I don't mean food," Paser interrupted. And there was irony in his voice when he said, "I'm sure Pharaoh's
akhu
as well as yours will be very happy with the offerings you bring them. What I'm wondering is whether anyone has prepared you for the shock of visiting the court. Especially when you won't be remaining there."

"Yes," I said quietly. "Woserit has warned me I may only speak to Ramesses briefly."

Across the table Paser nodded. "And you will not be staying for the three nights of drinking. Unless you want to see Henuttawy falling over herself," he said under his breath as he stood. I snickered, because I had heard the same stories about Woserit's older sister. "Nefertari," Paser said, growing serious, "soon our lessons are going to become less frequent. And as Pharaoh Ramesses becomes more involved in the Audience Chamber, so will I. Besides, there's not much more that I can teach you. You already have an extraordinary command of each of the eight languages we've studied." He walked me to the door of Woserit's chamber. "But I hope you have taken Woserit's advice to heart. Woserit is a wise woman and if anyone can chart your path to the throne, it is she."

"Not Henuttawy?" I asked curiously.

"Henuttawy knows how to trick and lie. She might teach Iset how to beguile, but eventually, that spell of enchantment will wear off."

"Isn't that what I'm doing? Tricking and beguiling?"

"By keeping away from Pharaoh Ramesses?" Paser asked. "No. You'll simply remind him of the friendship he's been missing."

When I entered my chamber, I was surprised to see both Woserit and Aloli. They were standing with Merit over two pairs of sandals. "The pair with the thick heels and braided gold," Woserit decided. "She'll be walking tonight, but we don't want her looking like a shepherd's daughter trekking through the hills."