Suddenly the events of the journey ran through my head in a wild spool of impressions and emotions. Something very painful was welling up from deep inside me, and I found I could not speak. She motioned me to sit on a chair. I gripped the goblet of wine she offered me with both hands, to prevent my attack of the shakes becoming apparent.
‘But you are alive, Rahotep, and you can tell me everything that has happened, and how you have been able to return, at last…’ she continued.
I wanted to tell her about Prince Zannanza, Aziru and Nakht, but first I said urgently: ‘I have come to warn you. Horemheb is massing his forces. He will soon march into Thebes…’
‘I know,’ she replied. ‘I have known for some time. His deputies are loyal to him. The divisions will support him.’
‘So you must prepare… There is still time… Or else you must take refuge. Or sail out of Egypt, find a secret place…’
She raised her hand to silence me.
‘No, Rahotep. You have seen how things are. My allies are in disarray. My palace guard has lost its finest, now that Simut cannot command it. All is lost. But I am still Queen of Egypt. I will not run and hide,’ she said proudly. ‘I will face my destiny with dignity.’
‘And Ay?’ I asked.
‘Ay died soon after your departure. We kept it a secret for as long as we could. His tomb was finished long ago, and his body is now being prepared for eternity. And Horemheb will soon be here. I know he will not let me live.’
I saw fear suddenly slip across her face, even though she was trying to look strong and composed.
‘I can tell you, of all people, the truth, Rahotep. I am afraid. But at least I have seen you once more…’ she said.
Foolish tears startled my eyes. I felt the uncontrollable shaking threaten to possess me again.
‘All is not lost. I will command your guard. We will fight. You must speak to the people: there are still many in the city who will oppose the general…’ I said.
She gripped my hand hard.
‘You are a loyal man, Rahotep. But listen to me now. I have no troops. I have no forces with which to contend against the general. I have learned enough to know that when power starts to slip away, it is very soon gone. Those who have been so faithful, so loyal, must now choose-not for my sake, but to save their families, for survival. You have done me great service, and I wish I could repay you better. But you, too, must go to your family and be with them. They need you now,’ she said.
‘I will not abandon you!’ I said.
‘I command you to. You must go!’ she said firmly. ‘If you do not, I will call the guards.’
‘I will not go. There is one last chance. Listen!’ I shouted. I suddenly realized I was gripping the Queen by the shoulders, and almost shaking her.
‘Horemheb released me for a reason. There is a platoon within the army that is corrupt. They have been smuggling opium into Egypt, under everyone’s noses. Horemheb, the famous general, had no idea! But I know where they are based, and how they operate. I know where they store the opium, and no doubt the gold they earn from the trade. You can use this information against him. His claim to power will be fatally undermined…’ I said.
She stared sadly at me as if I were mad.
‘But, Rahotep, this is an old story, and, besides, it isn’t true.’
‘It is. The platoon is here, in Thebes. It has a leader, his code-name is Obsidian, he is at the heart of the mystery…’ I said.
‘What has happened to you, Rahotep? You have changed. I hardly recognize the man I knew.’
She was crying silently now. I could not bear it.
‘I will not give up! I will prove this, and then we will confront Horemheb. It is what Nakht would have done,’ I shouted.
‘Nakht?’ she said.
‘He died for you. He was killed by Horemheb’s men. And I will not let his death be in vain.’
She looked at me strangely.
‘But it was Nakht who told me of your death, and those of Simut and Zannanza,’ she said carefully. ‘He told me you died saving his life. It is he who has advised me there is no hope.’
At these words, something dark clicked into place deep inside me, and the blackness in my heart was complete.
41
I stood, a shadow in the shadows, and watched Nakht’s mansion. The golden strength of the opium coursed through my veins. With shaking hands, I had taken the last of it. Now everything was vivid and pin-sharp once again, my mind lucid and my heart clear. I welcomed the perfect God of Revenge as he took possession of me. The time had come.
The guards were on duty at the gateway. The street was thronged with the usual traffic of carts and chariots, and the crowds of mid-afternoon. I was waiting to see my children. Soon I saw them walking towards the house, accompanied by armed guards. They held hands, but they weren’t smiling; their faces were heavy, and they didn’t speak. All their usual vivacity had vanished. Then Tanefert suddenly appeared at the great door to the house, waiting to greet them. She was wearing a robe in the pale-blue of mourning. She held herself tightly, as if something was broken, and she was holding the parts together. She looked thin and exhausted. As the girls arrived, she enfolded them into her embrace, kissed their heads, and then, as if the noise and life of the world was too much to bear, hurried them inside. I desperately wanted to call out to them all, to reveal myself, to run across the street and sweep them into my arms. But suddenly Nakht himself appeared in the doorway; his smooth face, his perfect robes, his hawk eyes, gave nothing away. He glanced up and down the street, and then disappeared inside.
I settled down to wait. Darkness would reveal the truth. I had not slept for several nights now, but the opium gave me a new intensity of wakefulness and animal power. My long vigil was eventually rewarded. In the late hours of the night, the great door opened briefly and a dark figure, his head covered, slipped out and moved swiftly along the empty street, accompanied by two guards. They were well-armed; but now so was I, with weapons borrowed from the palace armoury. The figures crossed into the shadows of a side passage and disappeared. My hunting instinct was alive in me now, and I already guessed where they were going; I followed, tracking their progress through the dark labyrinth of the city. I arrived at the merchant’s house in time to see the figures slip through the big wooden doors.
I stood in the shadows, listening intently for any sound from the house. I watched the full moon as she moved slowly across the dark ocean of the night, and the great stars wheeled around her. Eventually, in the darkest hour of the night, when she was about to sink below the horizon, the doors opened once more, and the cloaked figure slipped out, accompanied by his two guards. I ran silent as the moon through the dark ways of the city, found the place I had decided upon in my head, where several lanes merged into a small open space, and waited. I was ready.
As the group of figures appeared, I sent an axe hurtling through the shadows with all my strength; it thudded exactly into the centre of the first guard’s forehead with a crack, and he slumped to the ground. The cloaked figures of Nakht and the other guard stopped in their tracks, trying to identify their attacker; the second guard moved quickly on his feet, fully-concentrated, coming towards me, his curved blade slicing at the shadows before him. I tormented him with a scatter of small stones cast against the wall beside him. He turned, and I plunged my scimitar deep into his belly, jerking the curved blade sideways until his guts spilled out, warm and slippery, into his clutching hands. His face tipped up to the stars; it was Nakht’s manservant, Minmose. Perhaps he recognized me, for he muttered something; but the blood in his mouth choked him, and he died. I lowered his body to the ground.
The hooded figure had already disappeared silently into the narrow streets. But he didn’t know his assailant was me; nor did he know I knew exactly where he was going. And above all, I knew how to get there faster. I ran like a jackal, with the supreme power of the opium surging through me; and I was waiting for him in the shadows opposite the door of his mansion when he arrived, breathless and silent. The moment had come. Just as he reached his door, and safety, I stepped into the street and revealed myself. He stared at me.