"Come." He made his way toward the second division between the secular and the sacred, the first roofed hall. We pa.s.sed through the doorway and were surrounded by a forest of ma.s.sive pillars, their tops carved to look like lotus buds, supporting a roof that cut off all sunlight, except for the small windows running near the seam where the wails met the roof. There Re sent probes of bright, glaring light.
The party of priests stood respectfully back as we, and we alone, proceeded beyond this point. Behind the next set of doors was the inner hall, much smaller. Here the light was even dimmer.
Gradually my eyes had become accustomed to the gloom, and I could see the pillars standing like sentries in the cool dimness. But the roof was lost in darkness.
Nakht had stopped. I stood still, too. Utter silence and stillness surrounded us. It was hard to believe that outside Re was still beating down above us, so completely was the normal world excluded.
I do not know how long I stood there, but after a pa.s.sage of time Nakht began to move on, and I followed him. Deeper and deeper into the temple we penetrated, and since there were no torches or candles, I had to pause to accustom myself to what little light there was before proceeding farther.
Eventually we reached the sanctuary, that place of utter darkness, surrounded by polished black stone. Here the Majet-boat, "barque of millions of years," rested on its pedestal--the barque that Re rode, symbolically, during the day.
How odd it was, I thought, for the sun to be worshiped in a place of black nothingness. But the sacred seemed to demand the exclusion of everything of sensation--as if all sensations were too tainted with earthly feelings.
Around the sanctuary lay the sacred chambers--little rooms opening off the corridor. In them the various ceremonies were performed, essential to the life of the temple. Here, Re had his face washed by the stars--the priests acting on their behalf--and here his statue was clothed afresh each day with cloth woven on temple looms.
"And here, G.o.ddess--" Nakht stepped aside to show me the altar dedicated to my father, me, and Caesarion, as G.o.ds who worked in concert with the other G.o.ds to preserve Egypt. Our statues stood unseeing on carved pedestals, and we wore the garb of ancient Egypt. Offerings were placed here each day.
I examined them critically. The likeness of Father was good enough. Mine did not look like me at all. And Caesarion--no, nothing like him.
"Exalted one," said Nakht, "you see here yourself as Isis. Since you are daughter of Re and Isis is also the daughter of Re, and she is your protective G.o.ddess, we thought this representation fitting."
Isis had a snake coiled around one of her arms. She seemed unalarmed by this.
"The sacred cobras are kept here as well," said Nakht. "As you know, they are the embodiment of the burning eye of Atum--the sun in his destructive element. Yet the sacred cobra, the G.o.ddess Wadjyt, protects Egypt. She encircles the crown of Lower Egypt, ready to strike. She kills ordinary men, but if she bites a son or daughter of the G.o.ds, it is a gift to them. It confers immortality."
"The bite of an asp can take us directly to the G.o.ds?"
"Yes, G.o.ddess. For us it is so. For others--no. That is reserved for those already divine, or in the service of the divine."
"You have sacred cobras here?"
"Indeed. I will show them to you later in the day."
We next entered the most sacred place in the temple. All temples had dark sanctuaries with a barque of the G.o.d, but only Heliopolis had the obelisk, covered in shimmering beaten gold; this was the Benben stone, touched by Re at the beginning of time, and again each morning. It stood in a roofless room.
Overhead the sky was the color of brilliant blue faience. My eyes hurt at the intensity of it after the dark temple. The obelisk was dazzling, the gold glittering, reflecting Re in his heavens.
"Here is the center of the world," Nakht breathed, and it was easy to believe him.
As the heat of the day grew more intense, Nakht ushered me into a private chamber in his own quarters.
"We will wait for the shadows to grow," he said. "Then you may see your incense shrubs, and the rest of our holy site."
I took my rest on a beautiful carved bed, its head and feet that of a lion, with a long tail trailing from the back. I lowered my head onto the curved headrest and watched the bars of light from the slitted windows move across the walls.
It was good to lie here. Not that I would sleep, of course. Not that I would sleep. . . .
But the heavy, drugged air and the slow afternoon overwhelmed me. I was looking at the walls, thinking how far removed this was from my world at Alexandria, wondering if these rituals and these halls were really unchanged from centuries ago, until it all gradually merged into a dream.
The ancient G.o.ds--were they angry at the new G.o.ds now set up in Egypt? How did they feel about Serapis, the Ptolemaic G.o.d? Did they resent Dionysus crowding in on Osiris? And what about Aphrodite, and Mars, and Zeus? Here the novel, foreign G.o.ds seemed so loud, so unsubtle, so intrusive. Our G.o.ddess Hathor incorporated love, and joy, and music, whereas their Aphrodite was so one-sided.
I sighed. Their Their G.o.ds, G.o.ds, our our G.o.ds . . . who was I, really? Which G.o.ds were mine? I was not born of Egyptian blood, yet I was Queen of Egypt. G.o.ds . . . who was I, really? Which G.o.ds were mine? I was not born of Egyptian blood, yet I was Queen of Egypt.
I stirred. I felt sticky from the heat and from sleeping at this unnatural time of day. I saw that the sunlight had slipped far down on the walls, and the edges were no longer sharp. It must be near sunset.
I stood up, arranged my clothes and hair. In the adjoining chamber, Nakht was waiting, as I knew he would be.
"The G.o.ddess has rested?" he asked.
"Indeed," I a.s.sured him.
"Now, as Re has turned into Atum--poor weakling!--it is safe to venture outside. He will bathe the landscape in the softest tones, as he lovingly bids farewell."
He was right. Outside the colors had completely changed. Where at noon the sand had been bright gold-white, now it had a tawny tinge. The walls of the temple were rich with color, and the stones now gave back the heat they had received earlier. There was even a slight afternoon breeze, which was at its strongest here on the hilltop.
"The incense grove is here, beside our fields of flax, where we grow the linen for our robes," he said. We left the walled temple precinct, and walked to neat rows of tended bushes stretching toward the orchard.
I was delighted. The bushes were almost knee high, and their leaves looked green and healthy. "Why, they are thriving!" I said.
"They struggled that first year," he said. "We lost a few of them. Tis said they will grow nowhere but near Jericho. Perhaps they were mourning their removal, their exile. But then they took root and shot up, and now I think we can a.s.sume they will attain maturity. Just think--for the first time they will flourish outside their native land."
"Yes." And they would enrich us tremendously. The small area in Jericho where they grew was the richest spot on earth. Each hand-length of ground yielded a fortune. I sighed. Another means of security for Egypt. As if there could ever be enough! "I am pleased."
I looked around. The pleasant vista spreading itself out around me--the fields and orchards, the mellow radiating stone of the temple--persuaded me to stay. "I will indeed remain here tonight," I said, "if I may witness the arrival of Re tomorrow, and see him attended by the priests."
He smiled, looking as though I had pa.s.sed a test. "And you will see more than that," he a.s.sured me.
After dinner I was taken to a small house nestled near the first pylon, still within the temple grounds. I had barely noticed it at my first entrance; now I wondered why. It was not un.o.btrusive.
The moment we crossed the threshold, Nakht"s manner changed. He became deferential, as if he were entering the presence of one greater than himself. He had not acted so with me. Who was this, to invoke such reverence?
"G.o.ddess," he said, "here is the wisest man in Egypt, he who presides over the sacred texts of the G.o.ds. He knows all their movements, knows how they began in ancient times, and where they are going."
At first I saw nothing. The room seemed to be empty. It was neat and clean, with little chests stacked one on top of another, and pots holding scrolls lined up on the floor. Then there was a shuffling. Something moved in the far corner.
I felt the hair on the back of my neck stirring. The sound was of dried stalks stirring, and a faint odor of dust and storage rose. A man, the color of old wrappings, lurched off a stool.
"Ipuwer, this is our Queen, Cleopatra, the G.o.ddess Beloved of Her Father, come to us."
The man seemed to grow taller and taller. I saw then that it was his skin itself that looked like wrappings. He was so old it hung like draperies, and it was a dull brownish yellow.
"Ipuwer is directly descended from the first high priest of Heliopolis," said Nakht. "In my youth he was high priest, but he retired some thirty years ago to devote himself to the study of the origins of the G.o.ds. He was the keenest stargazer. Then his eyesight went."
"And I turned to the inner lives of the G.o.ds. No longer able to see them in the heavens, I find them within us, around us. I hear them whisper." His own voice was a whisper, rustling, out of practice after long disuse.
"Wise one, do they answer when you ask questions?" I asked. "Or must you wait for them to decide to speak?"
"Usually I wait," he conceded. "As you can see, I have spent many years at it." He spread his thin arms, and I could see that the flesh had withered and hung in folds.
"He knows the secrets of Re," said Nakht. "And he understands the burning eye, the sacred cobras. He keeps them."
"What, here?" I had not seen cages. Surely he did not mean here, here, in this room! in this room!
"Yes, they are here," he answered my spoken question. "But not in cages." As well as my unspoken. "Do not move, and they will come to you."
No wonder Nakht had been so guarded and respectful! Snakes! Loose in the room! I remembered Mardian"s pet snakes, and I had always taken their part, claiming I liked them, but they had been in wicker cages. This was different.
I looked down at my feet. I saw nothing.
"Stand still, and wait, my daughter," Ipuwer said. "And you, Nakht, may depart. The G.o.ddess must be alone with her own."
Don"t leave! I wanted to say. But I could not. Nakht bowed and backed out of the room. I heard the fall of the curtain as he left.
"Yes, we must wait," Ipuwer repeated. "And while we wait, sit down beside me on this bench. Would you like to see the oldest scroll of all?"
He bent down and extracted a thick one from a jar of its own. Carefully he laid it on the little table, then delicately opened it a little way. I could hear it cracking.
"This tells the story of Re," he said. "When the first priests discovered the truth, they wrote it here."
Could it really be that old? I stared at the curling paper, wondering if it could have survived that long, even though it was brittle and faded. He was spreading it out tenderly when a smile of transport suddenly took hold of him.
"Ahh," he said. "She is here." He looked as if something wonderful had happened to him--the way another man would look if his wife had just had a wished-for son. Slowly he raised his arm and I saw, clinging to it, a big dark snake.
"Edjo," he said, his dry old voice a caress. "Protective G.o.ddess. You know who has come, do you not? Your own."
The snake seemingly paid him no heed, but twined around his arm like ivy around a tree.
"Is there no question you have to ask, my child?" he said to me gently. "I think I could answer it. The G.o.ds reveal much to me."
"I--I--" My throat was stuck fast. Yet I knew he spoke the truth. Did I dare ask? And would they part the curtain of the future and divulge what lay behind it? "I would ask the G.o.ds ... I would know ... if they will look with favor on Egypt, on the east?"
The man closed his eyes, while the snake crept up his arm and onto his shoulder. It then draped itself across his neck. Just then Ipuwer spoke; I almost closed my eyes, unable to look at the snake, which surely would strike him, annoyed at the movement of his throat.
"The G.o.ds grant that Egypt will endure, even to the end of time," he finally said.
"As it is now? Free? And what of the west, what of Rome?"
Now he waited an even longer time.
"As for Rome, the G.o.ds of Egypt are silent," he finally said. "And they have indicated that although Egypt will endure, they themselves will be silent after a certain time. They will speak no more."
"Will they still be, or does their silence mean they are not?" I had to know. How could Egypt endure without her G.o.ds? She would not be Egypt if her G.o.ds did not survive.
"I do not know," he said. "They do not say."
The snake had coiled around his neck, and now its head was burrowing down under his robe. I saw another movement: a second snake was on his lap.
"You must not fear them," he said. "They are creatures of Isis, dear to her. And they confer immortality on her chosen ones. I see them as my friends."
"Friends?" I felt a faint stirring near my foot. Isis, I prayed, please keep your creatures from my person. I knew I could not move suddenly or try to push them away or they might strike.
"Death comes to us all, but the sacred asp brings it in a beautiful guise," he said. He stroked the first snake"s back. "The hood spreads, the little teeth bite, and death steals over us quickly, painlessly."
"Painlessly?"
"Indeed. Of all poisons it is the gentlest, the kindest. It takes you quickly, and leaves you looking asleep. No blood, no bloating, no writhing. Just a little sweat, a falling asleep, a serenity ... I have seen it myself."
Yes, Mardian had mentioned the bite of the asp as a pleasant poison.
"How many have you here?" Were there baskets and baskets of them?
"I have never counted," he said. "A great many." He removed one and put it on the floor. "There." He smiled. "I told you they are my friends. But for you, for the Pharaoh, they can be more than that. Their bite can be the instrument of death decreed by Anubis at the appointed hour. They are manifestations of the Lady of Power, the G.o.ddess Isis, wearing the crown of Lower Egypt."
My fear was ebbing away in the calm, droning voice explaining all this. He seemed to exert some spell whereby I felt safe, even among the snakes, against all common sense.
"It was long ago revealed to me, by the stars I have studied, that my life would last until I beheld the Pharaoh who is also Isis. Now I have. It is today. Now I can--indeed, must--depart."
Before I could realize what his words meant, he grabbed one of the asps and clasped it to his neck. The creature did not like the rough handling, and spread its hood immediately. Instead of releasing it, he pushed it harder. A hideous hissing ensued.
I dared not move. I could not grab it. All I could do was watch while it sank its teeth into his neck, wriggling and trying to free the other part of its body. He had closed his eyes as if receiving great pleasure. Finally he released the snake and let it drop onto his lap.
I felt one of the snakes moving over my foot. I held as still as possible. But I whispered, "Good sir, what have you done? I must call a physician!" But I knew I was trapped in the room with the snakes; any hurried movement toward the door would make them strike me, too.
"No. Do not keep me from my G.o.d," he said. "Do not move."
I was forced to sit absolutely still while he dreamily described the feeling of numbness creeping up his neck, the coldness, the paralysis. Then his words stopped. I could see the sheen of sweat that lay on his face.
I had no way of knowing when he actually died; it was very subtle. And he was right, it had been gentle. He looked happy, and as if he were alive.
How long was I to be a prisoner in here with a dead man and snakes? Surely not all night! Surely Nakht would return!
The time stretched out like a thin wire. I had the opportunity to review my entire life, to pray and compose myself for death, but I could do nothing but strain for deliverance. I wanted to live, and I was not concerned with the particulars, with my mistakes or future plans beyond the instant I would escape from this fetid chamber.
The curtain rose. A young priest peered in, and immediately sensed what had happened. "So he has departed," was all he said. "Our revered father, who--"
"Get the snakes away!" I said. "Get them away!"
"Oh. Yes." He acted as if it were a peculiar request. He dropped the curtain and disappeared, then returned with a cage of mice, which he released on the floor. The snakes all rushed in that direction, almost tying themselves up in knots.
I made my escape, and dashed from the room. "Isis!" was all I could gasp out. My heart was hammering like a rowing-master beating out an attack speed. "O dear Isis!"
The young priest stood in the courtyard and raised a high, quavering wail; other priests streamed toward him, seeming to understand exactly what had happened. At length Nakht strode toward Ipuwers doorway, stopped and led the others in prayer. The litany droned and rose in a dull surge of voices.
Then he summoned two priests, who stepped forward and entered the chamber, seeming not to feel any danger. I was still stunned, unable to believe what I had just witnessed. The old, mummylike man . . . the snakes .. . the suicide . . .
They emerged carrying the limp body of Ipuwer. His sticklike legs swung to and fro, with surprisingly large feet dangling from them, encased in sandals that looked too heavy for him to lift. His even more withered arms barely gave the men anything to grasp. On his face the same peaceful smile remained that I had seen spread across it when he first felt the snakes.