She was not next to the small window, so could not catch any glimpse of the terrain over which they flew. But she had a sensation of speed which was surely greater than that of the helicopters of her own world.
This situation was like facing a giant puzzle, or rather two puzzles, where all pieces had been arbitrarily mixed so that one could make no sense out of either. The masked priestess, the ruins-those she could better accept somehow than a flyer. She had seen the like of the former throughout the years of her study, if only in pictures. But what had ancient Egypt or Nubia to do with unfamiliar weapons and vehicles?
Her head ached under the weight of the wig they had forced on her. She longed to jerk it off, yet somehow knew that even so small an act of independence might bring serious consequences. The leader of the soldiers opened a small compartment set against the wall of the pilot"s cubby and brought out a metal flask and some handleless cups. In spite of the unsteadiness of the flyer she poured a measure of liquid into a cup, about half-full, and handed it carefully to the priestess, who in turn, with a show of ceremony, held it out to Tallaha.s.see.
She accepted with a murmur of thanks and drank. The contents were tart, and so cold that she had a momentary shock. She drank thirstily, realizing again that her body needed this though she had not been aware of that until she drank.
Another cup was offered to the priestess, but she declined. Tallaha.s.see began to wonder how the woman could endure wearing the mask so continually, and why she did so. At the temple it might have been for some reasons of ceremony, but why did she cling to it now?
Then abruptly, they spiraled earthward, to set down with a slight jar. The Amazon officer made haste to open the door, scramble out, with her three followers, as if expecting some trouble against which they must guard. Jayta, if Jayta the priestess really was, touched Tallaha.s.see gently on the arm and signed for her to go next.
She moved rather awkwardly, for though the priestess matched her in height as did the leader of the soldiers, the others were at least four or five inches shorter and the flyer had manifestly been designed to their norm instead of hers. As the girl came into the open down the single step, she was no longer in the desert. The sere stone and sand, the blank walls of the ruins were gone.
Here was a lush green that rested her eyes. A few feet away a path of stones set in colorful mosaic patterns led into a tunnel walled by palm trees and brilliantly flowered bushes. She sniffed the perfume of flowers, heavy, almost cloying to the senses, saw bits of what could only be a building of at least three stories engulfed by the lush greenery.
The Amazons stood at stiff attention, two on either side. As Tallaha.s.see moved slowly and hesitantly down the walk, they fell in behind, leaving only the priestess a step or two to the rear as they went.
This was going it blind all right. She did not have the least idea of where she was heading, or what she was to do here. But it was a vast relief to get into the shadow of the palms and the tall branches of the bushes. There was a flash along the path toward her and Tallaha.s.see froze, then gave a small laugh of embarra.s.sment. For the newcomers were two kittens. Very superior kittens, since each had a gold ring in the right ear near the tip and wore in addition a collar with small tinkling bells.
The kittens halted, their baby heads up at an angle, watching her with that unblinking stare that cats use to make humans uneasy. If they were the dead girl"s cats-then the imposture Tallaha.s.see had been ordered to....She stooped and held out her hand. All depended now on them. Suppose they unmasked her as a stranger, what would the Amazons behind her do? If Ashake were a princess, as the diadem on her stifling wig signified-well, what might be the penalty for impersonating her? The larger of the kittens advanced hesitantly to sniff at Tallaha.s.see"s fingers. Sniffed a second time, then made a quick dab with a rough little tongue tip against her flesh.
The young cat uttered a sound which was not quite a mew and bounded at its companion. With a cuff of a paw it pa.s.sed, streaking once more down the walk, its brother or sister now in wild pursuit.
Tallaha.s.see gave a sigh of relief she hoped was not audible. She did not ask about her role, but she certainly wanted to be sure that she was not going to be unmasked at a time most dangerous to her.
Jayta spoke, addressing Tallaha.s.see with deference she had not paid before. She gestured to the building only half seen among the thick growth, plainly urging the girl on.
They pa.s.sed through a thicker growth which appeared to mark a hedge between a garden and the landing field. Now the building before them showed clearly above the carefully tended flower beds. Ma.s.sive pillars flanked the front, supporting an overhang of the roof. And the pillars, like the ruins, were familiar. These were not the columns the western world had inherited from the Greeks. Rather they were designed to resemble thick stalks of flowers, formalized half-open buds forming their crowns.
The door they guarded was very wide, and gave, not on a hallway or room, but rather on an inner court, the center of which was occupied by a long pool in which living lotus plants fringed the sides. Guards by the door snapped to attention, Amazons again. Beyond, waited a group of white-clad women who scattered at an order from the priestess, though they went reluctantly, many looking at Tallaha.s.see as if they expected her to countermand Jayta. A second order sent the two women who had come with them from the temple, to one side and ahead, carrying between them the dress basket.
As those two pa.s.sed through one of the doors that lined the four sides of the inner court, Tallaha.s.see caught the hint. Clever of Jayta-she now knew just where she was to go and would make no betraying slip in choosing her room. As an embroidered door hanging fell behind her she looked curiously about these new quarters.
The walls were painted with a stylized pattern of lotus blossoms, bordering the head of a lioness which matched the mask her companion wore. Here was a narrow bed, the four legs of which had been inlaid to suggest a leopard"s legs and paws. Folding tables stood beside two straight-backed, feline-footed chairs. And there was a padded bench before a more ma.s.sive piece of furniture which consisted of two sets of drawers, an open s.p.a.ce between, topped by a slab of inlaid wood on which stood a mirror, together with a number of small and fancifully carved and inlaid boxes and pots. As Tallaha.s.see came a step or so farther into the chamber she caught full sight of herself in the mirror and gasped.
She faced a stranger. The thick makeup about her eyes-the lines of which extended well back to the edge of the wig-were almost as concealing as a mask. Her darker skin, the wig itself-she might have walked out from some painted tomb wall in Thebes or Memphis!
"Ashake!" She was not aware she had said that name aloud until she heard herself.
It was hard to turn away from that stranger on the mirrored surface. She-she was not not Ashake. Suddenly her hands began to shake. She might even have dropped the rod had not a quick exclamation of warning made her look away from that deceiving reflection. Ashake. Suddenly her hands began to shake. She might even have dropped the rod had not a quick exclamation of warning made her look away from that deceiving reflection.
One of the temple women approached bearing a long case covered with gold, in raised design upon it those same spirit-protecting medallions she had pointed out on the box-where, how long ago? The priestess pressed fingers at two places to lift the lid. Inside, a soft cushioning carried an impression, a hollow long and narrow, meant undoubtedly to contain the rod. Thankfully Tallaha.s.see fitted that within and saw the box shut and laid upon the bed.
Then Jayta"s hands went to the back of her own head, pressed at the nape of her neck much as she had on the case for the rod. A moment later the mask fell into two parts which one of the women took from her.
Tallaha.s.see found herself facing a woman who had no claim to beauty. Her nose was a hawk"s proud beak, her chin pointed and seeming (when seen in profile) to curve up to meet that same beak. The hair, close-cropped to her skull, was silvered, and she wore no makeup to enlarge her eyes or to give more color to her full lips. It was the face of one who had her orders obeyed and swiftly. Yet the strength in it, Tallaha.s.see thought, was not marred by any touch of cruelty. Had she, in her own mind, ever built up an idea of justice personified, the answer could have come close to Jayta.
Now the priestess studied Tallaha.s.see closely in turn, even as an artist might minutely examine some product of his hands, searching ruthlessly for the slightest fault. The other women retreated to the door, raised their hands in salute, and were gone. Tallaha.s.see drew a deep breath and allowed herself to sit on one of the two chairs. Jayta continued to stand until Tallaha.s.see, guessing at the cause, waved her companion to the other. Though this room was infinitely cooler than the ruined temple, she wanted to throw off the wig, rid herself of the grit that clung to her stained skin. Yet now she needed communication most.
There was a movement by the door and Idia slipped in again, almost furtively. She held a covered basket in her hands which she offered to Jayta. What the priestess lifted out was a box from which dangled two cords. Idia hurriedly pushed one of the tables closer and Jayta settled the box on that. She picked up one of the cords and inserted the hard tip of it in her ear, signaling for Tallaha.s.see to do the same with the other.
The girl nearly jerked free again when she felt the result. Telepathy? No, for this exchange apparently needed the box. But she had indeed received a message-not from lip to ear, but mind to mind.
"Do not fear, Lady."
Tallaha.s.see half lifted her hand to pull out the cord, then forced her nerves under better control. This was what she wanted most: communication-explanation.
"Who are you? Where am I? How did I get here?" She asked her questions in a quick whisper.
"Do not speak-not until you know our tongue, Lady. There are far too many shadows who have ears and mouths to whisper in the wrong places what those ears have picked up. I am the Daughter-of-Apedemek, though many of our people have regretfully turned aside from the True Learning in these years. As to where you are-that I cannot say more than this is the Empire of Amun in the two thousandth year since the parting of North and South. It is not your world. As to how you got here-now that is a tale which must be made short for we have so little time. But it follows this pattern as a cub follows its dam.
"What lies there"-she gestured to the now encased rod-"is the soul of our nation. Oh,"-she made a grimace as if she had bitten upon something very sour-"there are many nowadays who do not believe in the teachings that made Amun great under our Lord, the Sun. They lean upon the work of their own hands, say that what is born of their thoughts is theirs only and comes not from the teaching of One greater than themselves. Yet even those loose thinkers know that without the Rod in her hands no order the Candace gives will be obeyed. Without it she is nothing, for in the Rod is all the strength of her Blood. And only one of the Blood may hold it."
"Candace!" Tallaha.s.see forgot the other"s warning. "That was the t.i.tle of the ancient Queens of Meroe!"
The eyes turned toward her, narrowed. "Who are you who speak of the Place of the Dead?" The demand was like a pain in her head, sharp enough to bring her hand up to her forehead. And there was a note of hostility in it....
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Tallaha.s.see hesitated. Where Where she was became more the question she wanted answered. "Empire of Amun" meant nothing. Yet Jayta obviously reacted quickly to the mention of Meroe. Now she tried to frame her counter-question with care. she was became more the question she wanted answered. "Empire of Amun" meant nothing. Yet Jayta obviously reacted quickly to the mention of Meroe. Now she tried to frame her counter-question with care.
"I do not know the Empire of Amun." She made her admission first. "To my knowledge very long ago-perhaps two thousand years-there was a kingdom of Meroe whose people held even Egypt for a short s.p.a.ce. But that was swept away long ago, leaving only ruins and a few names of kings and queens of whom we know little else than those names, today. So-I ask you-of your charity, Daughter-of-Apedemek, where am I now?"
Now it was Jayta"s turn to wait for a moment which stretched even longer for Tallaha.s.see. She thought out her reply slowly at last: "I do not know how much knowledge you may have of what can be done by the ancient powers. It is only within my own lifetime that certain of us who are trained to the Far Sight and the Command of the Upper Way have come to be sure of what I tell you now. And if you need proof that we speak the truth take your own presence here for that.
"We have ceaselessly through centuries wrought with certain mind skills that are very old. You spoke of Egypt-do you mean the Land of Khem, of the Two Crowns?"
Tallaha.s.see nodded.
"Ah, then you must also know that those of the Inner Teaching there, too, had talents beyond those of ordinary men. When the invaders broke Khem, these initiates, together with some of the Blood, fled southward, coming into Kush where even the Men of the Bow recognized them for what they were and gave them refuge. More and more they strove to set their learning to the use of the Inner Ways. Then Kush itself in time was a.s.saulted-by the new barbarians in the north, by the greedy traders of Axum who would reduce our power to naught and gather into their hands all the wealth that flowed through Meroe.
"Again must a core of the Learned and those of the Blood flee-this time west, into a land that had never been linked with Khem and where they were strangers, indeed. But in those days they had harvested enough from their experiments to give them the power to win rulership over the natives of that land who were unenlightened and took the Talent for a magic they could not themselves command.
"It continued a long time, this searching for knowledge. And there were years when our rulership was disputed, sometimes when only a scarce handful of us held the secrets we had been so long in winning. Around us the world changed, sometimes slowly, sometimes swiftly when there would arise a leader of superior ability. Of these some had the Power, and then we came out of hiding and wrought as much as we could. Others taught that man must depend upon his hands and the work of those, instead of upon his inner spirit and the controls of that. And then we were not listened to.
"But this we learned not long ago-that time moves not only in one dimension, pa.s.sing us by like a ribbon drawn too fast for our catching. No, time embraces much more, so that this world in which we move lies close to other worlds existing in the same s.p.a.ce, yet separated from us by the walls of this other kind of time. So that there are worlds in which Amun does not exist-as you tell me it does not in your world."
"s.p.a.ce-time continuums!" Tallaha.s.see stared at Jayta. "But that theory is only fiction, used in stories of my time for imaginative entertainment!"
"However you may think of it, we have proved it true. Are you not here in Amun?"
Tallaha.s.see ran her tongue over lips that seemed suddenly dry. Fantastic, insane?...What other words could she find to explain such a suggestion? Yet it was plain Jayta was entirely serious.
"Accept that it is so," continued the Priestess, "and know that a year ago Khasti found a way to breach the wall of that time-for the purpose of ruining Amun itself!"
Her deepset eyes sparked fire, and she seemed even in her mind-to-mind speech to spit forth the name "Khasti" as if it were an obscenity.
"Two treasures have we possessed from the earliest days when we first fled to Kush, we of the most ancient people. This is the truth-an object upon which the Power has been so long focused becomes in turn a reservoir of that force, sometimes to the extent that only those, by training and blood immune to it, can touch it and live."
"The Rod." Tallaha.s.see glanced at the case on the bed.
"The Rod into which has entered the centuries of thought-force of those of the Blood. Even I, who can control the Key-to-Life, dare not lay bare hand on that."
"Then why can I?" challenged Tallaha.s.see.
"That I do not know, though I have two guesses, the first being that in your world you are the same as the Princess Ashake, she who gave her life to regain that which had been stolen. The other is that because you are are from that world, your inner force is of a different nature, repelling rather than attracting the Power that is bound within this. But that is another matter. I must tell you what else you should know and quickly-we may not have time, much time. And there are those who will be alerted once they know that the Rod has returned. from that world, your inner force is of a different nature, repelling rather than attracting the Power that is bound within this. But that is another matter. I must tell you what else you should know and quickly-we may not have time, much time. And there are those who will be alerted once they know that the Rod has returned.
"It was taken by a creature of Khasti because Khasti himself stands behind the late Pharoah"s son, Userkof. We have had many queens, and they rule by their own right, not under the will of any man. If they take a husband he is one apart and cannot command in their name. Nor can this Userkof, which is a sore thing to him. For our Candace was the eldest child of King Pahfor"s sister and thus the heir.
"The new people among us-those who are restless and would put away the heritage of our past-they strive to follow foreign ways. And Idieze, she who is chief wife to Userkof, would be queen. Thus she plays for power with Khasti and his knowledge.
"The creature of Khasti was sent into the world beyond the time wall and there he was to hide the Rod. There he was freed to draw upon the strength of those of Khasti"s own way of thought-those who hated the rule of women-for his energy and aid. Thus the Candace could not come before the people at the Half-Year Feasting with it in her hand. And because of that theft, she could be lied into the loss of her throne. But, Khasti was not as secret as he thought and, when the Rod indeed disappeared, there was a way of learning what he had done and why. However, it took us much searching and experimenting before we could ourselves dare to hope to unlock the same door. And the Key, which we held-that, at a last moment, was itself taken-with dead guards left to mark that we had once held it. For the Key and the Rod are linked, and one can point always the way to the other.
"It was made plain to us that one with power to hold the Rod and to mind-search for it must also breach the door of parallel time-though this was a desperate and perhaps deadly thing. And the Princess Ashake, she whose form you wear, swore that it was her venture alone. For the Candace could not be risked, and there is no other of the whole Blood in this generation, so thin have our ranks now become. Thus we went to the most holy place where the vibrations of the Power had long been, and there she threw herself into the unknown. There she must also have met the full force of some hate like unto Khasti"s."
Carey? Tallaha.s.see"s thought caught and held upon the man who had made so plain his dislike....It could well be Carey, influenced beyond his knowledge or belief, had been the hostile focus.
"When she returned"-Jayta paused, and then went on-"it would seem that because you, too, had laid hand on the Rod, she must draw you with her. And this was too great a strain on the Talent we had summoned to our backing. Thus she was gone from us, even as she fulfilled the mighty task she had bent herself to do. Also-there was that creature of Khasti"s who would have followed her-perhaps it was necessary for her to strive with him also in your time. For he came after-but"-there was complete satisfaction in Jayta"s thought now-"him I was able to seal outside now that Key and Rod had returned. I know not if his master has managed to draw him back by whatever unhallowed means he employs, but if he has-then Khasti knows what we have done. Also Userkof knows, for it was the personal guards of his household who broke in upon us at Meroe and were forced to acknowledge that they had no right of intrusion upon the Daughter of the Blood."
At least there was logic in Jayta"s explanation, wild as it might seem to Tallaha.s.see. If she could accept this all as reality, then the fact of her sudden transportation here was true.
"What do you want of me?" she asked.
An expression of surprise altered the harsh cast of Jayta"s features for a moment.
"Need you ask? The Candace, who knows all of this-save of Ashake"s death (though word of that is already on the way to her) is in the north on a state visit to the People of the Sea. She will return in time for the Half-Year Feast. We must then have the Rod ready for her hand. But to all others you must be Ashake! Those who were with us at Meroe are of the second circle of Believers and servers. They are sworn to a still tongue on this business for I needed their united power with mine to light the way for Ashake"s return. But in Amun you are the Princess Heir and must be-"
"And if I choose not to aid your plans? I was drawn into this through no will of my own-"
"How?" countered Jayta.
Tallaha.s.see found herself telling of the wild night"s work in the museum and how she had been compelled to follow the ankh to the rod, of the presences she had felt during that strange struggle of wills.
"Khasti"s creature. It was he who stole the Key and hid it so. It was he who hoped to reach the Rod before the Princess broke through to claim it. It was he who had you lay hand upon it, and so brought her to her death."
"You say his "creature". What do you mean?" Tallaha.s.see asked.
For a moment or two she believed that Jayta was not going to answer. Then the message came with obvious reluctance.
"We do not know by what means Khasti has learned of this thing, or how he projected his servant with the Rod into this other world of yours and in turn sent the Key after it. He has set up shields about his work of a kind we cannot pierce. And those who are of our Talent dare not try to spy on him, for they can be instantly detected by some trick of his own kind of power, as we discovered when the Rod vanished. To be unmasked by Khasti is death-we think-for none we sent returned, and neither could we after pick them up by persona-scanner. They-they simply vanished. But his servant who did this thing-he, she, or it-could not have been of the Talent. For that, too, would have registered on those devices our mind-watchers maintain. We do know only that there must have been some alteration in the messenger-thief he sent. You say that the Princess you saw only as a shadow, and this other was also a shadow-a wraith in your world. Well"-again there was satisfaction in Jayta"s voice-"that other remains a wraith, since the Key has been turned against the creature"s return!"
"If I play this part you wish"-Tallaha.s.see stared straight into the woman"s eyes as she formulated that thought with all the force she could summon-"then when it is done and your Queen safe once more, can you return me to my own time?"
"I give you the truth. As it stands now, I am uncertain. But if Userkof is vanquished and all is safe-it may be that the Candace herself can do this thing. If so-she will have the backing in power of all of us who command the Talent."
"But you are not sure?" persisted the girl.
"I am not sure," agreed the priestess. "What we can do, that we shall. There is this-we must do something, or all we have accomplished so far will be lost."
There was a strong determination in that, and Tallaha.s.see felt a new wariness.
"What?"
"You must become Ashake-not only outwardly, as you are now, but inwardly-owning her memories and knowledge."
Tallaha.s.see could see the sense of that, but it would take some time, and how good would she be at learning the language, all the small details of the life of the girl she had replaced? Did they have weeks?
"It will take some time-"
Jayta shook her head. "We cannot give you the Talent if you are not born with it. But all else can be shifted mind-to-mind from our archives-"
"The what?"
"The storehouse of knowledge possessed by all those who follow the way of Power, also those of the Blood who come to rule. The Rod." She gestured to the box. "That "That is theirs by right, but it does not enrich their memories. Rather do all of us with the Talent come twice yearly to the shrine and there cast our memories into the lap of the Great Power. Thus if I must know what the Daughter-of-Apedemek who was before me at an earlier time understood, I go to this storehouse and draw forth the memory of one who may have lived two lifetimes ago and wore the Golden Mask. What the Princess Ashake knew, you must have-" is theirs by right, but it does not enrich their memories. Rather do all of us with the Talent come twice yearly to the shrine and there cast our memories into the lap of the Great Power. Thus if I must know what the Daughter-of-Apedemek who was before me at an earlier time understood, I go to this storehouse and draw forth the memory of one who may have lived two lifetimes ago and wore the Golden Mask. What the Princess Ashake knew, you must have-"
"Computer memory banks!" Tallaha.s.see interrupted, excited that she could make such an identification with her own time.
"I do not understand," Jayta returned. "The picture in your mind-it is strange-like unto those things which Khasti has turned to. But in another time-world, who knows what form knowledge takes? There is one more whom we must admit to your secret, since only he will have power enough to use my seal and unlock for use Ashake"s recordings. I have already summoned him, and if luck favors us he will be here before daybreak. Now I urge you-eat, sleep, rest well, for what lies before you is no little task. We use such recordings only for a few facts. You must absorb many upon many and those as quickly as possible."
Jayta took the b.u.t.ton from her own ear, coiled the line, and laid it neatly upon the top of the box sitting between them. At a clap of her hands, Idia entered and bowed.
Tallaha.s.see was at last able to shed the wig, her head feeling curiously light without its stifling weight. But when she glanced at her shorn skull in the mirror, she was a little startled. Did she really look that that bad without hair? She wished that the ladies of Amun had not held to that particular legacy from Egypt. Another curtained door gave upon a bath wherein she was glad to plunge, washing way the remaining grit of the desert, though she noted that the skin dye they had laid on her in the temple did not disappear in turn. When she had wrapped around her a loose, long square of soft cotton and gone back to the other room, she found Idia setting out a tray of dishes that contained a small roasted bird, some fruit which Tallaha.s.see identified as slices of melon and small, reddish bananas, and bread which came in thin sheets spread with what could only be a conserve of dates. bad without hair? She wished that the ladies of Amun had not held to that particular legacy from Egypt. Another curtained door gave upon a bath wherein she was glad to plunge, washing way the remaining grit of the desert, though she noted that the skin dye they had laid on her in the temple did not disappear in turn. When she had wrapped around her a loose, long square of soft cotton and gone back to the other room, she found Idia setting out a tray of dishes that contained a small roasted bird, some fruit which Tallaha.s.see identified as slices of melon and small, reddish bananas, and bread which came in thin sheets spread with what could only be a conserve of dates.
It was dark now and, with the coming of the darkness, there glowed two candle-shaped sticks of light, on which no flames danced. Instead, radiance was diffused from along their length. Idia left her alone, and Tallaha.s.see had time to think as she ate. If she could accept this first premise of sidewise trips by an unorthodox theory of time travel, then all else did did fall into place. But now the thoughts of taking on Ashake"s carefully preserved memories made her uneasy. It was true that to learn the language would be a vast help. And if she could play the part of princess better by being able to recognize the proper people and places, she would be safer than she was now. But it remained to be seen just how she took this crash course and how it would change her own mind. fall into place. But now the thoughts of taking on Ashake"s carefully preserved memories made her uneasy. It was true that to learn the language would be a vast help. And if she could play the part of princess better by being able to recognize the proper people and places, she would be safer than she was now. But it remained to be seen just how she took this crash course and how it would change her own mind.
Dare she really risk any such meddling? She would demand from Jayta a complete summary of what such an action would entail when she saw the priestess again. Finishing the meal, Tallaha.s.see moved slowly around the room, studying the fittings on the dressing table. Once she put out her hand to open one of the drawers and then refrained. She did not feel, for all her curiosity concerning the girl she was now supposed to be, that she had any right to pry in this way.
There was a soft "puurtt" "puurtt" and under the edge of the outer door curtain padded first one and then the other of the kittens she had met in the garden. They seemed at home here, falling into a follow-the-leader game of leaping on the bed, prancing around it, then jumping from its end to the top of the dressing table where they landed with ease, threading in and out, with the air of long practice, among the bottles and jars there. At last they returned to the bed and curled up, one of them eyeing Tallaha.s.see sleepily over the other"s rounded back as if asking why she did not join them. and under the edge of the outer door curtain padded first one and then the other of the kittens she had met in the garden. They seemed at home here, falling into a follow-the-leader game of leaping on the bed, prancing around it, then jumping from its end to the top of the dressing table where they landed with ease, threading in and out, with the air of long practice, among the bottles and jars there. At last they returned to the bed and curled up, one of them eyeing Tallaha.s.see sleepily over the other"s rounded back as if asking why she did not join them.
But she felt far from sleepy. The length of cloth she had found lying on the bench beside the bath was hardly attire to go venturing forth in. And she had no wish to a.s.sume again the wig which now sat on a stand before the mirror-the lifted cobra head of the diadem seeming to watch her knowingly with small, jeweled eyes. When Idia returned for the supper tray, she smiled at Tallaha.s.see rea.s.suringly and held out one hand to cup the candle lamp, though her flesh did not touch its radiant surface. As she drew her fingers downward along it, the light faded. Tallaha.s.see understood the pantomimed instruction, smiled in return, and nodded.
All at once she did begin to feel sleepy. It had been a long day-or maybe days. For the first time she wondered, as she slipped out of the cloth and into the bed, trying not to disturb the kittens, what had happened back in her own time and place. What excuse would they have for her being missing? Could they think she had taken both their mysterious find and the rod? Dr. Carey, for one, she believed would never credit what had happened. Perhaps it was better for her that she had come through and not been left to face him with the wild story she would have had to tell when the real Ashake did her disappearing act.
One of the kittens shifted position and laid its head on her leg as if that were a pillow. This was real, here and now, she could never deny that any more. And so she drifted into sleep more quickly than she would have believed possible.
Tallaha.s.see awoke with a weight on her chest and opened her eyes a little dazedly to look upward into a kitten face. The small mouth shaped an impatient mew, and she saw that sunlight entered the room in broad shafts from under the door curtain. Only a moment later Makeda came in. It was plain she was disturbed for she began to gesture as soon as she saw that Tallaha.s.see was watching her, making the motions of getting up as if there was some need for hurry.
The kitten hissed as the girl put it gently to one side to slip out of bed. Makeda gestured again-this time to the door of the bath. Again Tallaha.s.see found water drawn, this time with petals of flowers strewn upon its surface, and two open pots standing nearby, each giving off a strange, sweet scent. She bathed and dried herself on the towel Makeda produced and then, at the other"s direction, scooped up fingers of the creamy, scented lotion from the pot she liked best and rubbed it into her darkened skin. The odor once applied was not so strong, but fragrant enough to please.
This time the robe Makeda held ready for her was not the austere white slip of a priestess, but rather resembled in style the caftan popular in her own world. The color was clear rose pink, the borders of the wide sleeves worked about six inches deep with gold thread, a girdle of gold links settling about her slim hips to mold the folds closer to her body.
Makeda set to work deftly, applying the heavy eye make-up. But Tallaha.s.see was glad to see that she did not reach again for the thick, smothering wig. Instead the other produced from one of the drawers of the dressing table a small, turban-like cap of gold net and with it a box from which she took a wide collar that extended nearly to shoulder point on either side and well down Tallaha.s.see"s breast. This was fashioned of rows of small flowers, rose quartz, clear crystal, and enameled metal, the whole set in gold.
Tallaha.s.see studied the result of their combined labors for the perfect toilet of a princess as Makeda stood back, having clasped the necklace-collar. Barbaric? Not quite, she decided. More like a sophisticated playing at barbarianism, something akin to those fads that swept the time she knew, drawing on African, South American, Mayan designs, in part, for their source. The necklace was a heavy weight, and she shifted her shoulders, trying to adjust to its presence.