The Heretic Queen (48 page)

OVER THE next month, the Audience Chamber of Pi-Ramesses was never silent. Our days were spent in work, touring Avaris, overseeing repairs, meeting with emissaries and viziers from foreign courts. But at night, there were endless distractions. The deben in Seti's treasury had gone to prepare for war and provide him with entertainment, so even while all around him the palace lay crumbling, he had never been without Egypt's most beautiful dancers. They crowded the Great Hall in numbers, seeking support from the new Pharaoh of Egypt, and the entire court felt alive and merry. Amunher and Prehir could now sit upright on Woserit's lap and clap in time with the rattle of the sistrums. But no one was allowed to hold Ramessu except his own mother or his nurse. Iset kept her watchful eye over him, and if Amunher and Prehir crawled too close, she gathered him in her arms and whisked him away. From his mother's grasp, poor Ramessu listened to the delighted squeals of my sons, crawling together on the dais.
He will grow to be a very lonely child,
I thought.

But no one else in Avaris seemed lonely. In the grand villas beyond Pi-Ramesses, there were nightly feasts as new relatives arrived on the road from Thebes. The aroma of roasted duck wafted into the corridors of the palace, and in the mornings the scent of pomegranate paste was so strong I would awake to the sound of my growling stomach. From the balcony of my chamber, I watched the farmers harvest the amber-hued myrrh, and at night their wives would take their small children and stroll the city's tree-lined avenues. The fear of devastating famine was gone, and though the people believed that it was Penre's invention that had changed their lives, I knew better. I wondered what my
akhu
would think, knowing that not everything from Amarna had been destroyed.

Then came the message that we knew would arrive. We had been in Avaris for only a month, and our days of touring and feasting were soon ended. Paser came to us in our chamber and closed the door. Ramesses took the scroll and unfurled it.

"Ten thousand Hittite soldiers have taken Kadesh," Paser reported. "The city has already changed its allegiance."

"Does anyone else know?"

"Only the messenger, Your Highness."

I read the report over Ramesses's shoulder. Ten thousand men had marched on the city at dawn, and the people of Kadesh were so afraid of war they had surrendered by afternoon. Ramesses crushed the papyrus in his hand. "He thinks I am too young to challenge him! Muwatallis thinks he's a hawk swooping in on the nest of a chick!" He flung the crumpled scroll across the room. "He greatly mistakes me."

"Emperor Muwatallis is a veteran of war," Paser warned. "He's seen battle in every kingdom in the east."

"And now he will taste war with Egypt."

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

BEFORE THE WALLS OF KADESH

Avaris

"YOU'RE GOING ALL the way to
Kadesh?
" Merit shrieked. She stood over Amunher and Prehir, who looked up at me beneath their fringes of red-gold hair and flapped their arms, wanting to be held. "It's enough that you went to the north, my lady, a
princess
of Egypt on a ship with pirates--"

"And you saw how the people reacted," I argued. "It was worth the risk."

"Because there were only a hundred men!" Merit cried. "Not ten thousand Hittites prepared for war. Does Pharaoh understand the danger--"

"Of course he does." I only had one day to prepare, but Merit was standing in the way of my traveling chest. "He's stayed up nights thinking about it. We both have,
mawat.
And last night he decided."

"But think of all the ways there are to die in war," she begged. "Please." Her voice rose in desperation. "What will happen when Pharaoh is in battle? You'll be completely alone."

I drew a steady breath. "No. I will have Amunher and Prehir." I saw the look on her face and added quickly, "Ramesses first went on campaign at eleven months old. Iset is going as well. With Ramessu."

Merit's hands fell from her hips, her defiance melting into astonishment. "To
Kadesh?
"

"It's Henuttawy's suggestion. She wants to be sure that Ramesses spends as much time with Iset as he does with me. We will be with the camp outside the city," I explained, "in the hills. We'll watch the battle from afar."

Merit threw up her hands in horror. "Well, then, if you can join the camp, I can, too!" She stood with her fat little legs apart, and when she placed her hands back on her hips, I knew that there would be no arguing with her. "What do I prepare?"

"Linens and sandals," I said swiftly.

"And for the princes?"

I kissed each of my sons on their soft cheeks. They were the brightest babies, always wanting to touch, and grab, and explore. "All they truly need is each other," I told her. They had recently stopped nursing, and now they drank their milk from clay bottles and ate chicken from my bowl when it was cut small enough. They ate together, played together, and now they would see their first battle together, watching from the hills. I laid my sons back on their linen, and felt the thrill of knowing that by Epiphi the gods would recognize them. It might only be a small thing, and their names might not echo in Amun's ears just yet, but to share in Egypt's conquests was certainly a beginning.

In the Audience Chamber that morning, petitioners had been forbidden, and from a dozen polished tables, generals and viziers debated the strategy that Egypt would use to take back Kadesh. I sat listening to Asha and his father as they described the Hittite army.

"They have allies from eighteen kingdoms," Anhuri warned. "Nearly two thousand chariots and thirty thousand soldiers. They have men from Aleppo, Ugarit, Dardany, Keshkesh, Arzawa, Shasu . . ."

"Aradus, Mese, Pedes, and many more," Asha finished. "There is no doubt we will need all our twenty thousand soldiers."

"Then we will break the army into five divisions," Ramesses decided. We had stayed up for nights looking at maps, translating cuneiform messages that spies had intercepted. "There will be the division of Amun, which I will lead. The division of Ra, with Kofu at its head. General Anhuri will take the division of Ptah and name a general to the division of Set. Each division will march a day apart, so that if Hittite spies should see Amun's division, they will think we are only five thousand strong. Then Asha will take a final, smaller army by river. If we can surround the Hittites and cut off their supplies, they will face starvation and will surrender within a month."

The viziers frowned at one another. "You are going to divide the army, Your Highness?" Paser was wary. "No Pharaoh in my memory has done this."

Around the tables, men shifted in their seats. It was either a brilliant plan or madness.

"I think it can work," General Kofu spoke up.

"
Can
work, or
will
work?" Paser challenged.

"
Will
work," Ramesses said fearlessly.

Rahotep remained silent, his bloody eye fixed on Ramesses's throne. But Paser was braver. "If there is any chance of success in this, there will need to be excellent communication between the divisions."

"And I have grave reservations," General Anhuri admitted.

Ramesses hadn't expected dissent from Asha's father. "Tell me why."

"You will lead four divisions up through Canaan, then on through the woods of Labwi. It will be a month's march. If the Hittites should turn and surprise Amun's division, how quickly can a runner be sent to Ra, Set, or Ptah? This has never been done--"

"Which is why we must try," Ramesses said passionately. "Akhenaten lost Kadesh along with the Eleutheros Valley. Since then Pharaohs have tried to regain it and failed. It belongs to Egypt! How long was it in my father's possession before the Hittites took it back? Without the Valley, we will never regain our land in Syria. If we allow the Hittites to hold Kadesh, they will keep Egypt's territory along the Arnath River forever! Akhenaten let our empire crumble, but we will rebuild. We will reconquer. And to do that, we must crush the Hittites. We cannot simply use a huge blocking force, as before. It's not enough to push them back--we must surround them, starve them, and force them to surrender completely!"

Ramesses's speech roused his generals. They understood that if something different wasn't tried, there might be battle after battle against Hatti without end. The Hittites had to be engulfed and destroyed once and for all.

THAT EVENING, I looked at Ramesses in the low light of the oil lamps. He sat on our bed, perched tensely like a bird of prey, a nineteen-year-old Pharaoh of the most powerful kingdom in the world. In a month, he would show the Hittite emperor that Egypt should never be mistaken for a gosling.

"Since the reign of Tuthmosis," he said, "only my father and I have led armies into battle. And only a few pharaohs in history have ever taken their wives."

"We will be fine," I promised him.

"It's not you who concerns me. It's Iset. The march will be long, and she isn't meant for such things." I wanted to ask him what he thought Iset
was
meant for, but he went on. "I could send her on by ship in Asha's galley," he considered, "but they will be far ahead of the army, and that could prove more dangerous."

"She has chosen to come," I reminded. "She will do well."

But I could see that Ramesses wasn't convinced.