his body was like a child’s, not the bold genitalia which I had seen on the men bathing in the river. I glanced at my sister and could see no expression on her face but gentle concern.
I helped her lie down on the bed next to the Pharaoh, adjusted the neck rest so that they lay together like statues, then took myself to the threshold, where I would lie for the rest of the night, as was my duty as attendant on the Great Royal Wife.
The sky was black. Little glints of moonlight sparked off the gold leaf of the great bed, which had leopard’s heads at one end and leopard’s tails at the other. A fine curtain hung from the uprights to exclude mosquitoes. I could only see them as shadows.
They had not moved to touch each other. Finally, his hand shifted and lay heavily on her thigh, and she bared her body. There was no doubt that she was willing to mate with him. She lay over him, her mouth finding his mouth, rubbing her soft cheek across his face, her hands moving to cup and stroke, seeking a phallus.
Evidently these caresses had no effect, because after perhaps half of an hour I heard her say softly,’ Are you not pleased with your handmaiden, lord?’ and I heard the Pharaoh begin to sob and scream.
Words tumbled from him, but I could not understand them. He was speaking in some hieratic dialect, some priestly tongue. Nefertiti turned on one elbow and gathered him into her arms, so that his face rested on her peerless breasts, and she soothed him as she had soothed me when I skinned my knees.
‘There, my lord, my love, there,’ she said in her honey-voice.
‘It is the will of the God,’ he said, finally, into her shoulder.
‘Which God, my lord?’ asked my sister. ‘Tell me, and I will have sacrifices made tomorrow, temples built. Which God requires your potency?’
‘There is only one God,’ he said flatly.
Nefertiti said nothing in reply; for it was absurd, only one God? Everyone knew ‘the Ennead’—the Nine of Thebes: Isis, sister-wife of Osiris; Nut the Sky, Geb the Earth, and Shu the Air their father, who comes between the mating of sky and earth and makes Day; Amen-Re who is the Sun; Set the Adversary; Anubis, God of the dead; and Thoth, God of Learning. Then of course comes Horus the Avenger, child of Isis. There are also the Twelve Gods of the Night and the Twelve Gods of the Day, and the countless other little Gods of house and village all up and down the Nile—who is himself a God, Hapi. One God? Which one?
I leaned back against the door, which was uncomfortably studded with copper nails, and listened in scorn.
‘Aten,’ whispered Akhnamen. ‘My father and I believe that there is one God, only one, who rules all the Heavens.’
‘But, my Lord,’ protested my sister. ‘What of Hathor and Horus? What of the others whom our fathers worshipped?’
‘They are nothing,’ he said fiercely, this King who lay on my sister’s breast. ‘They are delusions, fantasies of men who did not know the truth. There is only one. Unknowable, invisible, uncreated.’
‘Khnum the potter, who made men on his wheel?’ hazarded my sister, who had never been very interested in religion.
‘No! Your mind is corrupted, like all the others.’ He sat up abruptly. ‘Go, leave my presence.’
‘Lord, do not distress yourself,’ said Nefertiti. ‘I spoke only from ignorance, and did not the Divine Amenhotep your father say that Ignorance is the one disease which has an easy cure?’
He did. I had read that maxim of Amenhotep to my sister only the week before. The agitation of anger had tired the young King, and he sagged down into my sister’s arms again.
‘Ah, my lady, ‘ he said softly. ‘Thy breast is a pillow for my aching head.’
‘That is as it should be, lord,’ she said softly. ‘Let me sing to you, and then you will sleep.’
He must have nodded, for she began to sing very softly a lullaby sung by all mothers on the banks of the great River, from mud huts to palaces.
‘Sleep little child,
Thy mother is here.
Sleep is on the water
Sleep is in the reeds.
Birds rest with wings folded
Winds sleep in the sky.
The Gods guard the night
The Gods guard the Nile.
Khons counts the hours
The moon wanes. Sleep,
Mother’s breast bears you,
Little child, sleep.’
The Pharaoh sighed and snuggled closer, and soon I too slept.
In the morning my sister went to my mother