The Heretic Queen (41 page)

THAT EVENING, I sat at the mirror while Merit painted my eyes. She placed a turquoise pectoral around my neck, and when she fitted a golden diadem on my brow, I stood so that I could admire the way the cobra reared up, its garnet eyes like twin flames against the blackness of my hair.

"You are in a good mood," Merit remarked, "given what's happened."

"I am about to set sail for the greatest adventure of my life, Merit." My heart ached at the thought of leaving Amunher and Prehir, but I knew that this journey would be recorded on the monuments of Thebes. The gods would see my dedication to Egypt, and the people would recognize my importance to their Pharaoh. "We are going to crush the Sherden pirates and remind the north that Egypt will
never
bow to thievery!"

"A battle is not an adventure!" Merit scolded. "You have no idea what might happen."

"Whatever happens, I will be with Ramesses. And Iset is not going to be made Chief Wife."

Merit put down a perfume jar to study me. "Did Pharaoh say something?" she asked eagerly. "Has he told you this?"

"No. He will attend the Birth Feast tonight, and he will pay Iset every respect. But we are
leaving,
Merit. He's going into battle a day after she's given birth."

Merit realized what this meant. "He spent every one of your fourteen nights in the birthing pavilion with you."

Merit followed me into her chamber and we stood, watching my sons sleeping. Amulets hung from their cradles to keep away Anubis, and protective spells had been written on small scraps of papyrus and placed around their necks in silver pendants. When I journeyed north with Ramesses, I would feel safe knowing that both Merit and the gods were watching my sons.

The two milk nurses watched me from their chairs, feeding their own daughters while Amunher and Prehir slept. I had told the women to move their daughters' cradles next to Merit's chamber. Merit had snapped that the children of milk nurses should not be allowed to sleep beside princes. But Ramesses didn't mind, and I could imagine my own heartache if my job was to feed other children all day, while someone else watched over my own. After the first year, they would stop feeding them milk from their breasts and begin to use the clay bottles that potters make in the markets. I suspected that Merit's complaint had less to do with lowly birth than with having four children crying in the next chamber.

BY THE time we reached the Great Hall, the singing and feasting had begun. Dancers, naked except for silver belts around their slender waists, moved their hips to the high trills of flutes, invoking the presence of the dwarf god Bes, who would look over Malkata and protect Prince Ramessu. Normally, Ramesses would watch these girls with rapt attention, and later in the night he would take me in his arms and his love would be even more passionate than usual. But that night, all we could think about was the Sherden. What if they had added more ships to their fleet? Or if they didn't fall for our ruse? The Birth Feast was to go on until morning, and when Ramesses and I both stood to leave, Iset reached for him from her throne.

"We must rest before we sail north tomorrow," he said. He kissed her hand, but Iset withdrew it in a fury.

"We?"
Iset turned an accusatory look at me. "Nefertari is going with you?"

"She speaks the language of the Sherden."

"And doesn't Paser?"

"Yes, but if he comes, who will be watching my kingdom?"

Iset stood shakily from her throne, and her face was desperate. "But when will I see you? How will you know how Prince Ramessu is doing? What if something happens to your ship?"

I could see Ramesses softening under Iset's need. "Nothing will happen to my ship," he promised. "And Ramessu has the best nurses in Egypt."

"On your way to the Northern Sea, you will be sailing past Avaris," Henuttawy pointed out. "Will you stop to see your father?"

"Yes. On our return."

"Then why not have us meet you there? We can greet your triumphant return together, with my brother."

I wondered what Henuttawy was playing at, but Ramesses warmed to the idea at once.

"Yes," he said eagerly, "come to Avaris." Iset hesitated, but Ramesses took her hand and squeezed it lightly. "Sail for Avaris as soon as you can. Henuttawy will go with you."

He waited until the tears cleared from her eyes and she assented. Then we descended the dais, and the court stood from their chairs as we walked the length of the Great Hall together. Courtiers bowed at the neck, sweeping their arms before them in obeisance. A pair of guards opened the heavy wooden doors into the hall, and I thought,
they know that I am the future of Egypt now.

In Merit's chamber, Ramesses stood with me over our sons' cradles. I felt my eyes burn, and Ramesses put his arm across my shoulders.

"I will care for them like my own sons," Merit swore, and I knew that she would. She would guard them with her life. But I also knew that all the spells in Egypt couldn't protect my princes from Anubis if the jackal-headed god of death set his sights on them. When sons live to see five years of age, it is a cause for rejoicing, and their heads are shaved but for a single forelock that is tightly braided and curled at the end. We have a saying in Thebes that a son is his father's staff in old age. Amunher and Prehir would be more than that; they would be the heirs to their father's throne if I were made queen. They would be the jewels in his crown.

Merit said solemnly, "You don't have to worry about them, Your Majesty. I raised Nefertari--"

"That's what I'm worried about." Ramesses laughed.

Merit crossed her arms over her chest and raised her chin. "I raised Nefertari, who was never sick and never in want of anything. She may have turned out wild"--her lower lip trembled--"but that is no doing of mine."

"And you did very well,
mawat.
" I embraced Merit and her sharp gaze softened.

"I would like to think so, Your Highness."

CHAPTER TWENTY

ON THE NORTHERN SEA

IN THE GOLDEN mist of early morning, ten ships lay at anchor, clustered around the stone steps of the quay that abutted the palace. The largest was
Amun's Blessing,
and fifty soldiers who were dressed as merchants heaved and rolled barrels filled with sand up its gangplank. The ship looked like its sisters, except that from the masts, the blue and gold pennants of royalty moved quietly in the breeze. A young boy had been found to dress as a princess and walk the deck. He stood with Asha, examining a jeweled knife that he had been given. When the fighting began, he would be secured in the ship's cabin.

Senior members of the court stood on the quay, waiting for the ships to finally set sail so that they could return to the warmth of the palace and eat their morning meal. As the last barrel was loaded, Iset flung herself at Ramesses once more.

"She's wasting time," I said reproachfully.

But Woserit smiled. "Let the viziers see her making a fool of herself while you stand here, ready for battle."

Iset wept on Ramesses's shoulder, and kohl streaked down her cheeks in thick black lines. For the first time in all of the years I had known her, she looked neither alluring nor beautiful, and the stiffness of her walk told me she was suffering from yesterday's birth. "What if something happens to Ramessu?" she cried. "How will you know?"

"I will see you in Avaris," Ramesses promised gently. He pried Iset from his shoulder and glanced uneasily at Asha.

"But what if something happens to you?" Her voice rose, and Ramesses was about to smile kindly until she made the error of asking, "What would Ramessu's place be in the palace?" At once, she saw she had made a mistake. "I . . . I mean how would Ramessu know his place without a father to guide him?"

But it was too late. Iset had given herself away, and Ramesses's voice was cold when he replied, "Then it's a good thing the gods watch over kings, and our son will never have to be raised fatherless."

I strode ahead, meeting Ramesses at the edge of the quay, and in front of the viziers he asked, "Is the Warrior Queen of Egypt ready?"

I lifted my head with its heavy diadem. "Ready to show the Sherden pirates that Egypt will never suffer thieves to steal her riches."

Long clouds trailed across the sky, and ibis birds called to one another in the growing light. It was a good day for sailing. We boarded
Amun's Blessing,
and from the deck of the ship I saw Henuttawy whisper something into Iset's ear. But whatever plan Henuttawy was hatching, Woserit and Paser would be there to stop it. I waved to Woserit until the fleet slipped from the lagoon on its journey to the sea, and all I could see were her turquoise robes and dark head leaning against Paser.

Ramesses stood at my side while
Amun's Blessing
moved swiftly down the River Nile, its blue and gold pennants unfurling behind her like a woman's hair. "Woserit has been in love with Paser for as long as I can remember," he remarked. "Do you ever wonder why they haven't married?"

I wrapped a cloak tighter against the mist, choosing my words carefully. "Probably because she's afraid of angering Henuttawy."

"Henuttawy can have any man," Ramesses said dismissively. "Surely she wouldn't object if Woserit marries first."

"She would if Woserit is marrying the man that Henuttawy wants."

Ramesses stared at me.
"Paser?"