"Ashake!"
A man"s voice just outside the door curtain. Makeda"s hand had flown to her lips, her expression was one of consternation.
"Ashake!" There was a rising impatience in that hail, and Tallaha.s.see decided that whoever stood there was not in the mood to be put off. Who would have the familiarity to hail a Princess of the Blood in such a fashion? The cousin who had his eye on the throne? Drawing a quick breath, Tallaha.s.see arose. There was no use in lingering here-sooner or later she was going to have to face whoever impatiently demanded her presence.
She moved to the door. Makeda made a small gesture of defeat. Yet the girl, looking closely at the under-priestess as she pa.s.sed, thought she did not detect any fear. Or would she be afraid if it was Userkof? Apparently she now agreed with Tallaha.s.see that the stranger must be faced, for she went to sweep aside the door curtain.
Tallaha.s.see, seeing who stood there, froze, but was startled into voicing a name: "Jason!"
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But even as Tallaha.s.see spoke that name she knew that this was not the Jason she had known all her life. He wore Jason"s features right enough, but he could not be Jason.
"Ashake?" Now he made of her name not a request for her instant company, but rather a question as he stared at her, his expression of pleasure fading into one of puzzlement.
It was hard to believe that the man was not Jason, though the garments he wore, which resembled those of the soldiers who had first invaded the temple (yet were of a different color, a rust-brown, and had embellishments of brilliant gold on the collar and a lion"s head on the chest), were certainly nothing pertaining to her Jason. Nor were the wide bands of gold about his wrists, the belt with a precious-metal-hilted dagger riding on one hip.
"Herihor!"
Jayta came skimming down the arched pa.s.sage that flanked the pool. Like Tallaha.s.see, her head was now covered with a small turban, but she still wore the plain white shift of her office.
He turned his head, and then sketched a salute, as if to the office the older woman held, before bursting into speech which Jayta"s upheld hand hastily silenced, as she glanced around as if to make sure that no other listener save Makeda was nearby.
Then she beckoned imperatively, and both Jason (no, Herihor) and Tallaha.s.see followed. They went along beside the pool into another room that held a table piled with sheets of thick paper, some of which were in rolls. While around the walls....Tallaha.s.see under other circ.u.mstances would have been eager to explore. Outside of a museum she had never seen such an array of artifacts as lay or stood on shelves that covered the walls from near floor level to ceiling. Jayta indicated a chair to Tallaha.s.see and pushed two stools forward.
The priestess"s speech was quick, staccato, and Tallaha.s.see could guess by the slight changes in the man"s expression what she must be doing, retelling the events of the immediate past.
At first the girl thought that he refused to accept what he heard. Then he stared at Tallaha.s.see so measuringly that she was certain he did now believe the priestess"s account. Perhaps in this world such things were not uncommon. And as his expression changed, he became less and less like Jason. There was a grimness in the set of his mouth that she had never seen her cousin wear. Twice his hand snapped, as if instinctively, to the hilt of the dagger at his belt, as if he could hardly control the urge to draw that weapon. To use against her her? There had been a note in his voice, when first he hailed her, that suggested some emotional tie with the Ashake who had been.
Now he listened so intently to what Jayta said that her words might have been a verdict affecting him deeply. When the priestess had done he answered in an even, cold voice, never glancing at Tallaha.s.see. Then he arose and stalked from the room, again bringing her a fleeting memory of a Jason who also had just such an expressive way of holding his shoulders when he was annoyed, whether he might give voice to that annoyance or not.
Jayta watched him go, half raising her hand as if to stop him. Then she shook her head, seemingly at her own thoughts, and once more beckoned to Tallaha.s.see.
Back they went to the girl"s own room where Makeda and Idia had moved two of the small tables together beside the bed, in order to support a box from which led covered wire cords. This was not the same equipment that they had used for communication, for both cords this time were attached to a single circlet. Jayta motioned Tallaha.s.see to the bed and reached out herself to take off the small turban before the girl was well aware of what she would do.
Tallaha.s.see eyed the circlet warily. She did not care for the idea of using it as apparently the priestess meant it to be used. But did she honestly have any choice? She could not go on blindly here. And if this arrangement would fill in facts for her, give her the knowledge she lacked, then she did not really dare to refuse it. Only she wanted to get away even as Jayta adjusted the band about her forehead and pushed her down on the narrow bed.
From Makeda, the priestess took a very small bottle and thrust a pin into one end sealed with a covering of taut skin. With one swift gesture, before Tallaha.s.see could elude her, she swung the bottle under the girl"s nose. Queer aromatic smell...
Tallaha.s.see brought no one clear memory out of that induced sleep when she opened her eyes to see Idia seated on a stool near the head of the bed. The-there had been something on her head, hadn"t there? But it was gone now....
The memory inducer!
"The dream is over, Great Lady."
"It is." Then Tallaha.s.see realized that she answered in the same tongue as the question had been asked.
She was-she was Ashake of the Blood. But she was someone else, too. She frowned as she tried to fit one memory to another. Idia had hurried away, beyond the curtain. That machine, it was gone.
This was-she sat up on the bed, discovering an odd weakness in her body, as if she had been ill and was just trying out her legs, having been bed-bound for some time. This was her room. She could look upon each item in it as old and long familiar, some cherished because of past a.s.sociations. But those were of Ashake"s memories, not hers, another part of her mind made haste to report. At least one fear she had held had not been realized-she, herself, had not lost her own ident.i.ty, no matter how clearly she could now call upon a dead woman"s past recollections.
Only...her head ached and she held it. So much...she needed time-time to sort out what lay there. And there had come fear with those memories, no longer for herself, but that fear which had been the Princess"s, the fear that had, at last, driven Ashake to take the dangerous venture which ended in her death.
"It is done?" It was not a statement but a question. Jayta entered the chamber with her swift, gliding step.
"I remember-too much..." Tallaha.s.see replied.
"There cannot be too much, Great Lady. For you have a part to play, not only before those who love you and wish you well, but also those who watch for that which can be used against you. We have less time than we thought. Also, there has been a spy beam set upon us, cutting us off from contact with the temple at New Napata. While the news the Prince General brought..."
She paced up and down as might the lioness, which she had seemed in part to be at their first meeting, might do when pent within a cage. There was more than impatience in her expression. There rested there now an urgency approaching distress.
"You must listen to the Prince." She turned abruptly once more to Tallaha.s.see. "His spies have brought him news that is worse than ever we dreamed."
Herihor, Ashake"s memory identified the Prince. Not Jason-Herihor. He was of the Blood, but lesser, a leader of men who was general of the border forces to the north. And-he had been betrothed to Ashake from the time they were very young, though they could not wed until those of the Greater Learning allowed the Princess to retire from that service.
"I-I cannot think clearly," Tallaha.s.see protested, rubbing the forehead of her aching head with the palms of both hands as if she could so banish the pain.
"Makeda brings a healing draught. Drink it all, Great Lady. I wish you might indeed rest away this day. But time pa.s.ses-we cannot now know what happens elsewhere while we are here. The Candace-there is a message that out-of-season storms in the desert lands prevent her flight back. She may be so late that the Half-Year Feast will be upon us before she arrives. The Prince General has sent two of his most trusted officers with messages for her. Neither has reported back. We are told all communications are affected by these storms. But those who handle the sending may well already be creatures of Userkof. May the jaws of Set open wide for him!"
The under-priestess returned carrying a goblet and knelt to hand it to Tallaha.s.see. She sniffed doubtfully at the odor of the colorless liquid, but memory sustained her guess that this was only a restorative.
And Jason-Herihor-came even as she drank deeply, making a face at the bitter taste. His expression was set, and he did not meet her eyes, gazing over and beyond her. If he really cared for Ashake, and memory now insisted that he had, he must resent her. Tallaha.s.see felt a faint regret about that as he swept so swiftly into speech, she believed he wanted to say what must be said and then get quickly away from sight of her.
"I cannot break the spy beam," he began tersely. "But there is no mistake, it comes from the southwest. And the Fourth Ashanti force lies between us and Napata."
Out of her memory sprang a name. "Itua?" Tallaha.s.see asked.
Herihor nodded. "Itua and perhaps Ukaya also. I know not how far the rot has extended. There was a certainty that Khasti had a meeting-secretly-with both our esteemed relatives and a picked handful of the army. It was noted that they did not summon General Shabaoko or Marshal Nastasen. Nor did Colonel Namlia know until too late to station any of her guards. They dared to enter the South Palace without proper authority. And"-he shrugged-"they had something that repelled any of our devices. Khasti has promised much in the way of new equipment, and he may now be producing it. Two of my best men sent to keep an eye on them have vanished-even their persona check does not suggest where they are-"
"Dead?" Tallaha.s.see fought to call upon the proper memories to understand what he was saying.
"No-at least the persona has not erased them. And I have had the best looker in search on this plane."
A looker, Ashake"s memory supplied, was one trained in the strange and, to Tallaha.s.see, non-understandable lore of the temples, wherein apparently psychometry, hardly yet understood in her her world, could be put to definite and concrete use to locate people. world, could be put to definite and concrete use to locate people.
"I went to Zyhlarz." Now Herihor was pacing back and forth in the same caged fashion the priestess had earlier shown. "He says that what Khasti is using does not fit any device born from the Great Knowledge, and that even with the accented Power, he he, himself, cannot catch the minds, now, of more than half of the suspected officers and councillors."
There was an exclamation from Jayta. "What has this one of Set done that he can stand against the Greater Knowledge?"
"That is within your province, not mine, Daughter-of-Apedemek," Herihor snapped. "I only know that three flyers striving to hover over the South Palace crashed. And their pilots were dead when we found them. I have done everything, save call out what troops I am sure of. Those are mainly the Candace"s own guard and the north forces. We may have to try such action officially before the end of this-to batter down the gate by force of arms, though to do so might well bring down upon us the very revolt we fear. Naldamak must must return. I have alerted the Guard. But what Khasti has . . ." He flung out his hands. "He might even be able to bring down the flyer carrying her, though we have been testing with that thought in view these past two days. It would seem that whatever influence he has under his control, its range of force is yet limited. We were fools not to keep a better guard on him from the start. Fools!" He drove one fist into the palm of his other hand. return. I have alerted the Guard. But what Khasti has . . ." He flung out his hands. "He might even be able to bring down the flyer carrying her, though we have been testing with that thought in view these past two days. It would seem that whatever influence he has under his control, its range of force is yet limited. We were fools not to keep a better guard on him from the start. Fools!" He drove one fist into the palm of his other hand.
"That is what comes"-he rounded on Jayta as if he was accusing her of some crime-"of believing too much in one way of Power. Khasti has gone beyond the Great Knowledge, I will swear to that!"
"He depends upon the work of men"s hands." Jayta looked as angry as the Prince. "Man cannot stand alone without the aid of that which is beyond."
"No? Tell that to my dead men, Daughter-of-Apedemek. They are dead, thrown out of the air as if they were leaves whirled off in a storm. And it was not not a power of the Greater Knowledge that did that! Nor can Zyhlarz, who is supposed to draw to him the height of your knowledge, explain it even to himself. Khasti must be stopped-but tell me how? I will not send more men uselessly into a death trap." a power of the Greater Knowledge that did that! Nor can Zyhlarz, who is supposed to draw to him the height of your knowledge, explain it even to himself. Khasti must be stopped-but tell me how? I will not send more men uselessly into a death trap."
Jayta appeared to have controlled her momentary flash of temper. "We have done what we came to do. The Rod and the Key are safe in our hands-"
"At the cost of another death!" he flung at her.
"If it would cost us all the Circle of the Talent, still we must have so spent their lives," she replied calmly.
"I know," he said in a low voice. "I know why she had to go. But that makes her loss no easier to bear. And what if the Key and the Rod are not not the answer? What if whatever Khasti has discovered is greater-" the answer? What if whatever Khasti has discovered is greater-"
"No!" Jayta"s voice rang out fiercely. "A hundred centuries of years have we wrought within ourselves to achieve what we know. I will not believe that there is some thing of metal that can counter the Greater Knowledge, wherein we work with that which powers this world itself! If this man tries such-"
"I am not of the Temple, Daughter-of-Apedemek," Herihor answered curtly. "And I have seen in the past what the Belief of the Chosen Ones can accomplish. Have they not made the desert bloom and bear fruit, strengthened our race until we stand staunch against the barbarians, north and south? No man denies that this has been done, is being done. But if Khasti has made himself master of something else, then we must accept that perhaps even the Great Knowledge can be threatened."
The Greater Knowledge. Tentatively Tallaha.s.see, listening only a little to the dispute before her, tried to tap memory (or series of memories) concerning the nature of that. But while the life of Amun and her place in it came clearly to the surface when she called it, this other....No, to summon it was like trying to catch wisps of flying shadows between her hands. Perhaps the Princess did not record that, it might be considered too secret to have where such might be drawn upon.
She could pick out the history of this time level from her memory induction. Egypt, which in her own world had been rumored by so many cults to be the fountainhead of occult knowledge, had, on this plane, indeed discovered and perfected a type of mental control and general ESP (centered in a trained priesthood and the royal family) which did approach that ability the cults argued it once had had.
Though Egypt had fallen to invaders, first Greek and then Roman, even as in her own world"s history, it had not been lost. Retreating south to Kush, the modern Sudan, those of the Hierarchy who had survived again brought their civilization to a peak, favoring their own teaching. Arabs had attempted to invade from modern Ethiopia but they had been driven off during a war that had again depleted the hard core of the priesthood-for the strained use of their powers had brought death or mental collapse to many. So Meroe had fallen, while the handful of refugees-the royal family and what was left of those with the Knowledge-had fled westward.
There were very few in any following generation who showed ability for the training that the closed Circle of the Talented kept alive. Thus their ranks of late were thin, though a generation after their westward flight a king of unusual ability had come to the throne. After the custom of those of the Blood from the most ancient of days, he married his half sister, one who had pa.s.sed three of the four stages toward becoming a major wielder of the Power. Together they had laid the foundations for the Empire. It seemed an auspicious time, now looked back upon as a golden age, for there had been then, for a short interval, a number of births of those having the Talent, and several of these were also rulers of provinces that the outspreading Empire occupied.
There followed a peak of prosperity and success that lasted for nearly two centuries. But what favored their safety was the fact that in this world there had arisen no Muhammed, no way of Islam to drown in blood the central African states, as had happened in the history Tallaha.s.see knew.
Coptic Christianity spread slowly among the lower cla.s.ses, but the hard inner core of the rulers and administrators remained almost fanatically tied to the Great Knowledge. And in the royal family a strain of those who had the Talent continued.
Europe, Tallaha.s.see had learned from her new foster memory, had not meddled. Though trading ships from Portugal, Spain, and England visited Empire ports, the northerners had not dared to attempt that conquest which had brought the curse of the slave trade to this continent. For by the time Europeans made their appearances, the Empire was close-locked with India, China, and the Far East in bonds of trade. Since there was no interruption of the Meroe-Egyptian civilization, their own inventions and defenses equalled if not topped those of the traders.
Cunning metal workers always, and led by the Great Knowledge that planned and experimented, those of Amun had developed a modern civilization on a par with any of the emerging African nations of the world, yet far more stable because of the core of belief on which they had drawn for centuries. Now at last, they were being threatened, not from without, but from within. Again, there had been a marked recession of Talented births. Ashake had been the only one of the royal line to possess the Power for two generations. And, because such were weak in numbers, there came suggestions that the rulers of Amun apply other means for their defense.
Tradition here was a power in itself, so, at first, Khasti found few to listen to him. It was the envy of Userkof and the real hatred of his chief wife for his royal cousins-whose attainments were higher than she dared to hope to equal-that gave Khasti his chance. His own background was obscure, for he had only appeared several years ago, shunning the temple but prevailing on Userkof for support.
Jayta drew herself up proudly. "No work of any mind not endowed with the grace of That Which is Beyond Measurement can stand. Where it is used, there will it break the tie between us and the earth. Look at those to the north with the tie between us and the earth. Look at those to the north with their constant warring, their famines, their plagues....Have the people of Amun faced such in a hundred hundred years? We open our hearts to all life about us, and through us, then, the spirit of life flows into the hands of the farmer who tends the grain, the herdsmen with his flocks. Our people dream beauty, and it comes alive under their fingers. Do we plant a tree and leave it to live or die-no. He who plants draws into him the spirit of life which he wills outward again to aid the growing roots under the soil. We are builders and not destroyers-and if we turn from the truth we shall indeed be lost."
"How many have now the Great Knowledge?" Herihor flung the question at her. "How many children are born in these days who can be brought to temple care and nurtured to the use of the Talent? What if we grow too old, our blood too thin? What if there comes a time when this life-spirit cannot be summoned?"
"There are ebbs and flows of the tide," Jayta returned. "If we stand now at an ebb, there will come a flow. But it is now that those who believe against us will strike. For it is as you say, our numbers are not great. Therefore, we must attack first, root out this Khasti and the abominations with which he busies himself."
"If we can," Herihor commented darkly.
"Look upon what we have already done," Jayta said sharply. "Were we sure we could find where the Rod was hidden? Yet that we did, even though the Key was also stolen. It is back in our hold. And I tell you, my Prince, that the Rod is far more than many believe it to be."
"Just what do you mean by that? It is a symbol of authority, and it seems true that no one not of the true line of the Blood can hold it. But what else is it?" he demanded.
"We do not know yet," she told him frankly. "But there was a power unleashed in it even as we drew it back that we do not yet understand. Or perhaps"-she looked to Tallaha.s.see sitting silent on the bed-"that was the doing of someone else."
"I have nothing of your Talent," the girl quickly denied. "You have given me enough of her her memory so I know what I lack." memory so I know what I lack."
Herihor glanced from her to Jayta and back again, his eyes now searching Tallaha.s.see"s painted face as if beneath that cosmetic mask he could find a truth he must have.
"Yes, Daughter-of-Apedemek-your number of supporters lacks now the one I think you esteemed the highest of all. By so much are you the loser." There was bitterness in his voice, and his eyes were cold, his expression closed. Did he really hate her? Tallaha.s.see was sure that that must be the truth.
"We do not know what we face." Jayta seemed to temporize. "It is only true that above all else we must hold in safety the Rod and the Key and pray that the Candace finds a quick way home. Since the spy ray holds us mute, perhaps it is better to send some messenger directly to the Temple to speak with Zyhlarz. And guards-"
"I know my trade. I brought the Ibex Regiment with me when I came. And two messages have gone to those commanders I can still trust in full. One answered while I was still airborne. He is moving overland to keep open the north road-if he can. For if Khasti extends this power of his, who knows what evil surprises we shall have to face."
He gave a quick nod of his head, divided between the two of them, and was gone before the priestess could speak again. Tallaha.s.see broke the silence between them with a question she was herself surprised to hear, even as she asked it: "Did he love her very much?"
For a second or two Jayta appeared so buried in some thought of her own that it did not register. Then she started, stared at Tallaha.s.see, so that the girl had a queer, shamed feeling, as if the question she had asked broke some important rule of politeness.
"The Prince Herihor was chosen as consort for the Princess," Jayta"s tone was very remote and forbidding, "since he was not of the pure Blood. It was believed that perhaps a mixture of such heritage would strengthen anew the line for the next generation. It is-was-Ashake"s child who would wear the next crown."
A marriage of convenience and state, then. Yet Tallaha.s.see thought that that greeting shouted outside her bedroom earlier had held something else, a warmth of feeling. But she could not judge these people, she told herself firmly. She might have Ashake"s memories filtered through their recall machine, but she did not possess any concerning Herihor that seemed especially close. In fact, she was now engrossed by a discovery she had just made-there were no overtones of emotion raised by any of those memories she had yet sampled. She was not aware that Jayta, having watched her closely for a breath or two, went silently out of the room. For Tallaha.s.see was testing, after a fashion, those memories, drawing to the fore of her mind each of the people she was supposed to be closely allied with, to wait some response, a yes or no of liking-no matter how faint. And still she could detect none at all.
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Tallaha.s.see"s headache dulled, she was able to eat all of the meal Idia brought her later and knew her energy was flowing back. In fact she felt almost euphoric, a condition that aroused suspicion in her mind. Had the restorative also been a drug of sorts to tie her more closely to Jayta"s will? She could not detect a ground for such suspicion in the Ashake memories she could tap. But it was well not to depend too much on those for present a.s.surance.
She went out beside the pool and sat on a bench, gazing into the water where the lotus blossoms spread wide their pointed petals. This was her own villa, or Ashake"s, she knew now, a private retreat where the Princess had many times withdrawn for study and meditation in the past. Within it she was as secure-as long as she was was Ashake-as she could be anywhere in this world. Ashake-as she could be anywhere in this world.
The kittens came leaping out of nowhere to jump up beside her. One spoke in feline fashion at some length, staring straight up into Tallaha.s.see"s face as if delivering some message. When she put out her hand, it nipped delicately at her fingertips, while the other small mouth yawned wide, as, sleepy-eyed, it settled down for a nap.
This was soothing. She could almost push away that feeling of displacement. Would Ashake grow stronger in her and become dominant? Tallaha.s.see stirred uneasily. How much dared she give open pa.s.sage in her mind to those implanted memories?
There was- Tallaha.s.see stiffened, tense. Both cats roused, turned on the bench to stare at some point behind her. Both wrinkled their lips in silent snarls. The girl"s hand went to the hilt of the dagger at her waist. Behind her-now-was danger.
She made herself rise slowly as if unaware. A call would bring one of the Amazon guard. Only there was something....This she had felt before, not as a Princess of Amun but rather as herself, Tallaha.s.see Mitford.
Slowly she turned to face what lurked there. Though this was day and not in a dark building in another time and world, there was again that presence-no better could she describe it. Only she could see nothing....
Nothing? No! In the doorway of that chamber where Jayta had her rolls of wisdom-there flickered a shadow. And that shadow...
Tallaha.s.see could not define it as more than a kind of blurring of her own sight, a blurring confined to that one area. Drawing upon every bit of courage she possessed, the girl started toward it. Her hand moved, not by her will, but directed by the Ashake memory, in a gesture, to draw in the air the outline of the Key.
There was-not menace, she realized, as her own controlled fear began to ebb. Here was a need that reached her fleetingly. And then that blur was gone. As if a door had closed. What kind of a door and why? Ashake was dead. It could not have been the Princess"s shadow-self that invaded Tallaha.s.see"s world and lingered here now. Both memories a.s.sured her that was impossible.
But there had been that other one. The curdling in the air among the ruins when Jayta had sent such a presence away. The other one-he or she who had been dispatched by this Khasti to steal and hide the greatest defense of Amun-could such be the lurker? If so-they might face a danger now that even all the vaunted Ancient Knowledge could not handle. For when an enemy is invisible...
Tallaha.s.see made herself go to that doorway, gaze into the room beyond. But she knew the thing had gone. The cold chill of fear that it could bring with it was already fading. However, that it went did not mean it would not return.
"Great Lady?"
Tallaha.s.see was so startled by a voice from behind that she nearly cried out. But she mastered her loss of self-control before she turned to face Colonel Namlia herself.
"Warrior-of-the-lion." The old, old acknowledgment came unbidden from the second memory.