The Heretic Queen (31 page)

"And Ramesses?" I breathed deeply. "What did Ramesses say?"

"I'm sure he didn't believe her," Merit vowed. "Who
would
believe her?"

"Other grieving mothers! Egyptians who already think the Heretic's niece has powers of persuasion and magic like her aunt." I looked at Woserit. "I never even saw the prince! She can't believe I stole her child's
ka.
"

"She's the superstitious granddaughter of a peasant who was plucked from the river by Horemheb. Of course she believes it."

"How will I convince the people that I haven't done this?" I whispered.

"You won't." Woserit shook her head. "The people will believe what they want to believe. But it won't matter what they say if you have a prince in your womb. Keep by Ramesses's side."

I wept into my hand. "Oh, Ramesses--he's lost his first child!"

"Which will pave the way for one of your own," Woserit said roundly.

I stared at her in horror.

I KNEW that Ramesses wouldn't come to me that night. It would have been wrong to creep away and visit my chamber with Iset still lying in the birthing pavilion, childless. When news spread across Malkata that the prince had died, festivities were quickly abandoned to pay tribute at the Temple of Amun. This time, I didn't light a cone of incense. Instead, I stood on my balcony, inhaling the bitter air and letting the wind snap at my cloak. Not even Merit dared to call me inside.
Why?
I thought.
What have I done to anger you, Amun? It was my
akhu
who turned from you! Not me!
The wind grew more violent, and all at once, like stars appearing in the night's sky, a stream of lights began twinkling on the road to the palace gates. At first, they were pinpricks in the distance, but as they grew closer I could recognize an unmistakable chant and understood what the blazing river signified.

"Merit!" I shouted.

She rushed onto the balcony, and I pointed fearfully into the darkness.

Thousands of torchlights wavered in front of the palace gates, and the chanting of "Heretic" grew so loud that it drowned out the wind. A pair of soldiers burst into my chamber, and Ramesses was behind them. His face was as pale as the summer's moon. One of the guards stepped forward.

"My lady, we must take you to a place of safety at once. There are crowds of people chanting at the gates." The soldier stole an uneasy glance at Ramesses. "Some believe that Princess Nefertari has had something to do--"

"With the prince's death?" I asked with dread.

Ramesses regarded me with uncertainty. "I'm sure you didn't, Nefer. You never saw the prince."

"Even if I had seen him," I cried, "do you really believe--"

"But he was such a healthy child!" There were tears in Ramesses's eyes.

Slowly, I backed away from him. "You don't really think I could . . ."

"N-no." Ramesses stumbled over his words. "No. Of course not!"

"Then why are you here?"

"Because there are thousands of people at the gates, and there are only a hundred guards on duty tonight. I have sent Asha to call up the army."

I turned to his two soldiers; gray-heads, who had probably seen battle from Assyria to Kadesh, yet there was fear in their eyes. The people of Thebes had been angry enough to cross the river in their boats by night.

"If they break through the gates," the tallest soldier explained, "we cannot assure your safety, Highness. We can take you to the treasury. There is no stronger building in the palace."

I looked out over the balcony. The chant of "Heretic" was as loud as before. I could hear the bronze gates being drummed by angry fists, and the palace guards warning the people to stand back. "No," I said firmly. "I will confront them. There is no way to stop them from believing the unbelievable except to face them myself."

"They will kill you, Highness!" one of the soldiers exclaimed.

But Ramesses looked at me with rash admiration. "I will come with you."

Merit pleaded, "My lady, no! Don't do this!" But we rushed through the halls while Merit simpered behind us. I turned and told her to wait in my chamber. Her eyes were wide with fear, and I knew that what we were doing was unwise. It was the kind of foolish thing that Pharaoh Seti had warned me against.

We hurried along the corridors, while on either side courtiers were locking themselves in their chambers for fear of what was to come. Unless the army was roused quickly, thousands of commoners could break the gates and loot the palace. When we reached the courtyard, the two soldiers who accompanied us stood back in fear, their eyes focused warily on the gates, which shook with the pounding fists of the mob. At the top of the ramparts, archers watched the angry crowd with their bows at the ready. Ramesses held on to my hand as tightly as he could without crushing it, and the sound of my heartbeat was even louder in my ears than the chanting or the wind. We approached the steps leading up the palace walls, and Ramesses's voice cut through the chaos.

"Stand back!" he shouted to his own men, who crowded the stairs leading to the ramparts. "Stand back!" As the guards recognized his
nemes
crown, they moved away.

The men watched us with incredulous eyes as we climbed. For a moment, when we reached the top of the palace walls, I thought the mountains were on fire. Instead, a sea of thousands of torches burned below us in the crisp Pharmuthi night. When the people nearest the gates recognized the crown of a Pharaoh above them, the chanting suddenly grew hesitant and seemed muted by his presence.

I marveled at Ramesses's bravery as he raised his arms and addressed the angry mob. "You have come here chanting for a heretic's blood," he cried above the storm. "But I have come here to tell you that no heretic exists!"

There were angry exclamations in the crowd, and voices rose in protest.

"I am the father of the prince who has died. No one wishes to have an heir more than me. Therefore, if I come to you saying that there was no magic involved in his death, should you not believe me?"

An unsettled murmur passed through the mob, and Ramesses continued. "This is the woman you are calling
heretic.
The princess Nefertari! Does she look to you like a woman who practices magic? Does she look like a heretic?"

"She looks like Nefertiti!" an old man shouted, and the people behind him raised their torches in approbation. There was a sudden push against the gates. Ramesses took my hand and stood firmly in his place. The chant of "Heretic" was taken up again, and Ramesses's voice grew fiercer so he could be heard above the cry.

"And who here thinks their Pharaoh would take a heretic for his wife?" he challenged. "Who here believes that the son of the Reconquerer would risk the wrath of the gods?"

This was clever, for no one would accuse Pharaoh himself of purposefully angering Amun. The angry chant died away again, and Ramesses turned to me.

"It's true!" I shouted. "I am the niece of a heretic. But if you are not responsible for your grandfather's crimes, why should I be? Who in this crowd has chosen their
akhu?
If that were possible, wouldn't we all be born into Pharaoh's family?"

There was a surprised murmur in the crowd, and Ramesses's grip on my hand relaxed.

"Weigh each heart on its own," I shouted, "for how many of us would pass into the Afterlife if Osiris weighed our hearts with those of our
akhu?
"

Ramesses looked at me in shock. There was silence beyond the gates. It seemed as if nobody moved, as if no one was breathing. "Return to your homes!" he cried. "Let the palace of Malkata mourn in peace." He stood motionless, watching as the human sea beneath his feet began to ebb.

Slowly, the crowd began to disperse. Some of the women still shouted "Heretic," and a few made vows to return, but the immediate danger was over. After some minutes of silence, Ramesses turned to take my hand. Inside the palace, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. "I'm sorry I ever doubted you," he whispered.

"Thank you," I told him. Yet secretly I knew better.
One day, she will convince him that I really am a heretic, and nothing I do will ever be able to change his mind.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

ANOTHER LIFE IN RETURN

ALTHOUGH FOR TWO nights Ramesses did not visit, new light still found its way into the darkness of my chamber. By the second of Pachons my body gave me confirmation of what Merit had suspected for a month. I whispered it to Woserit and Paser, and when Merit heard, she sent up such a whoop of joy that Tefer scampered fearfully from the bed.

"A
child
?" she exclaimed. "You must tell Pharaoh Ramesses! When he hears--"

"He will think of Prince Akori and wonder if Iset was right."

Merit stepped away from me. "You must
never
repeat that."

"Iset accused me of stealing her child's
ka,
and now I'm pregnant with my own."

"Pharaoh could
never
think such a thing! The princess is a superstitious fool. You must tell him."

"
If
he comes."

"He will, my lady. Give him time."

But several days passed, and on the fifth night, when it was clear he wasn't coming, I wept into my pillow, emptying all of my sorrows into the linen as Merit stroked my hair. It wasn't just loneliness. It was the sadness that hung over the palace like a shroud. I saw Ramesses every morning in the Audience Chamber, but he never laughed, and even when the viziers brought news that the farmers were finding success with his invention, his face was still grim. In the Great Hall, courtiers watched me with suspicion, and even Woserit had very little to say. I begged her to let me tell Ramesses that I was pregnant, but she made me swear not to reveal anything to him until he visited me on his own.

So I waited, and on the seventh of Pachons, Ramesses arrived as the sun rose. He came to the very edge of my bed, and when I sat up to embrace him, tears stained his cheeks. It was as if all of his joy and rash optimism in life had been drained away.

"The priests tell me it was the will of the gods," he whispered, "but how could it be their will that a child of Pharaoh, his first son, should be stolen by Anubis?"