'Ach, men! Won't use Latin when they can use fists.' She turned to Claudia, her eyes narrowing. 'You two know each other, then?'
'Not at all,' Junius said quickly. 'As you can see from my clothes, I've only just arrived and the good sister here befriended me.'
Mercy's face relaxed. 'We'll get you cleaned up and into some proper clothes later, but the sacrifice is about to begin, you won't want to miss that.' To Claudia she lowered her voice. 'You've scored there, me lovely! That boy fancies you rotten.'
Claudia couldn't help smiling back. Junius? Attracted to a woman four or five years older than himself? Poor old Mersyankh! No judge of character.
'You really think so?' she simpered.
'I know so!' A stout elbow nudged her in the ribs, accompanied by a coarse chuckle. 'And they might be the size of rabbit hutches, our rooms, but that don't stop the rabbits from breeding! Wigs on, then.' Wrestling the succubus, Mercy steered the two young 'lovers' towards the front, butting them up against each other with a wink, and Claudia raised no objection to the matchmaking. This way she and Junius could confer without arousing suspicion.
After just two ceremonies, Claudia was already familiar with the routine. The sinister brow ridge of the High Priest no longer made her shudder. The explosion, the smoke, the eerie drumbeat on the giant bronze tortoise, the silver bells of the sistrum no longer made her scalp tingle.
'Different animals are sacrificed for different occasions,'
Mercy explained, pulling Claudia's dreadlocks into line. 'A hog for the Feast of Osiris, a heifer for Isis, Anubis the jackal gets geese and for the crocodile, a black ram.'
Thoth, it seemed, in order to reflect his status as the God of Wisdom from whom no secret may be hid, warranted a bull so utterly enormous, the poor beast had to be brought to the sacrificial knife on wheels, and whilst this suggested force feeding on a scale that verged on cruelty, Claudia had to admit the flesh was absolutely delicious. Only she and Junius, though, seemed to find the ceremony unduly protracted.
First Penno, old Rabbitface himself, came up to inspect the bull from nose to tail. Apparently the presence of just one single black hair on an otherwise pure white hide would deem the beast impure. But no, after much zealous searching, the fat bull passed the test, its eyes no doubt still watering from where Penno's studious tweezers had plucked out any offending black hairs earlier. No matter. The fact that six hundred gullible souls were happy with his pronouncement was sufficient, and Penno's twig-like fingers twisted a band of papyrus round the animal's horns to show that it was ready.
The High Priest moved in next, taking great pains to light the sacrificial fire himself and pour libations of wine to both Ra and to Thoth, the ibis god to whom this month was sacred.
Unfortunately, unlike Rome where sacrifice was both gentle and reverential, there was nothing subtle about the decapitation of a bull or the flaying of its carcass. And who the hell wanted to watch the creature being disembowelled and the cavity stuffed with honey, raisins, figs and myrrh? Thank god, the middle section was cast upon the flames to be consumed by sacrificial fire, but the leg and shoulder meat which was passed round was juicy, rich and tasty.
Somehow, Penno and his shaven-headed master managed to spin this out for an incredible two hours, during which time only Claudia's feet shuffled in impatience. But those boys weren't finished yet!
'The first day of the month is for purification,' Mercy explained, reminding Claudia of what Penno told her last night: that the temple was the house of Ra, not accessible to common oiks and that communication with the sun god could only be through his servants, in other words, through any one of the Ten True Gods (hence the terracotta ears) or, when the temple compound was open to the public, through the High Priest or his long-eared Chief Petitioner.
As though a flood gate had been opened, people surged forward to Penno and the High Priest, kneeling so that the waters of purification could be poured over their heads to wash their sins away.
'Come, brothers. Step forward, sisters of Ra.' The High Priest's voice rang out across the courtyard and Penno's twiggy fingers beckoned more forward. 'Come up and seek forgiveness from Ra.'
He added something about how each of us should strive to become a better person, blah-blah-blah, and Claudia wondered if there was a bowl to be sick in. Even Mercy went forward, to join Penno's queue.
And above them, on the temple platform, Mentu with his blue face, gold mask and rich Osiris garb watched with singular impassivity over the proceedings, flanked by his inanimate animal gods. Were they in on it, the cat, the jackal, the cobra, standing stationary as statues? Or had he suckered them, too, this Egyptian strutting in his built-up shoes? According to Mercy, Mentu overruled even his brother, Min, the Grand Vizier (are these people for real?), if the occasion so demanded, and he initiated all matters of policy. Therefore, Claudia reasoned, Mentu must manipulate the priestly functions.
Now, she couldn't be certain, not being an expert, but this didn't seem to bear much resemblance to the Egypt over which Julius Caesar and Mark Anthony had fought each other to the death. Too few gods, a suspect calendar, a suspiciously Roman-looking temple upon which a few hieroglyphs had been hacked out and dodgy religious observances which bore little affinity to that exotic culture reliant on the inundations of the River Nile.
No, no, no. This was theme-park Egypt, a human zoo, sold to credulous Romans on the premise of what they imagined Egypt to be like, with just sufficient difference about the place for them to feel they'd set foot on foreign soil without feeling in any way alien.
Which made Mentu crafty, as well as clever.
He'd sold them Ra, he'd sold them resurrection, he'd sold them Roman ways repackaged as Egyptian, and he'd also sold them this business of doing everything in tens, including changing the names of the days of the week and the months of the year to disorientate them, the months being named after the gods, weekdays being named after plants. In addition, Mentu had sold them Thoth, from whom no secret can be hid, and you can bet your bottom denarius that any secrets whispered into the terracotta ears were repeated back to the whisperer as proof of Thoth's omnipotence!
What devious machine did Mentu employ to keep these sheep believing? Somehow he contrived to hold their absolute trust — how else could they swallow that guff about the enemy massing outside? By default, therefore, Mentu must also be behind the strength of the security. Did he order the deaths of the three men caught escaping?
Did he know about the six missing girls? Did he, sweet Janus, arrange it?
Anything seemed possible in this hidden valley of Ra. Anything at all.
'You'll need a hyssop poultice on those bruises.' The accent was neither female nor from Brindisi. 'Plus an opobalsam salve on that eye.' A professional thumb lifted Junius's battered eyelid, indifferent to the wincing it induced.
'Shabak.' Claudia nodded. 'He's our doctor, dentist — and what's the other thing?'
'Apothecary,' Shabak said, without turning a hair of his slicked-down blue-black head. 'And should that gash to your knee prove as stubborn as I suspect, you might consider a light treatment of herb paris.'
Claudia fluttered her eyelashes. 'Oh, but surely that's poisonous?'
The shiny blue jaw swung round, the cruel eyes piercing. 'Not with the correct dosage, sister.'
'Is that what happened to Berenice, you do think?' In for a quadran, in for one of the Emperor's shiny gold pieces. 'That she intended to slip her baby a mild dose to calm him down and soothe his pain, and miscalculated?'
It was equally possible, of course, that the poor misguided woman mistook hemlock leaves for parsley in the dark. Or the roots for a parsnip? Or believed the seeds were aniseed? No mother, surely, would deliberately poison her baby, especially since there was no suggestion Berenice was anything other than a careful and attentive parent. There had to be some other explanation.