"Akhnaton was buried in this valley?"
"Yes, in later days in his mother"s tomb. His first burial-place was at Tel-el-Amarna."
"How odd! That"s what he told me last night," Meg said dreamily, almost unconsciously. She could hear again the sad voice of the Pharaoh, saying, "I was laid in my mother"s tomb in this valley."
Freddy looked quickly up at her; he had left her to descend to the workmen"s level. "So Mike has told you about him, then? I thought he would!"
Margaret blushed to the roots of her hair. "Just one or two things--nothing really very interesting."
"I knew he would, sooner or later. He"s got Akhnaton on the brain."
"He really has scarcely mentioned him to me--never until last night."
"Go back, Meg," Freddy said, as he disappeared down a deep channel in the excavations. "It"s getting too hot for no hat. You must be careful--you can"t afford to play tricks with the sun in Egypt. It"s better to worship it like Akhnaton than to trifle with it."
"All right, I"ll go," Meg said, and as she went she wondered how it came to pa.s.s that Akhnaton was both a sun-worshipper and a devout believer in the Kingdom of G.o.d which is within us.
CHAPTER VII
The ballroom at a.s.suan was a wonderful sight. Margaret had never been to a more brilliant dance. The dresses of the women amazed her; they were so costly and beautiful. The air of Egypt is so dry that their delicacy of texture had been uninjured by travel. The gay uniforms of the English officers, the Orders of the officials, looked their best in the vast room, whose architecture and decorations were a fine reproduction of ancient Egyptian art.
Margaret was radiantly happy; she loved beauty and the dignity of vast surroundings. In Egypt it seemed to her that everything was done on an imposing and n.o.ble scale, everything except the little mud villages of the desert, her "dear little brown homes in the East." Happiness made her appear very lovely--indeed, she was beautiful that night and many people asked who the charming girl was, who danced so well and who looked so happy.
She danced very often with Freddy, so naturally people began to say that at last Lampton had been "caught." She had danced very often, too, with Michael, and even Freddy"s step had not suited hers so well.
With Michael there was something more than mere perfection of dancing; there was the added sympathy of mind as well as body. When his arms encircled her for the first time and Margaret felt him steering her gently but firmly through the well-filled room, such a perfect sense of rest pervaded her senses that a sudden desire to cry, just softly and happily, came to her. Happy Margaret!
Neither of them cared to speak while they were dancing; they remained as silent as they had done when they stood together in the vast stretch of the great Sahara, but they were conscious--and happily so--of each other"s enjoyment. Could two young people be so close to each other, two people so greatly in sympathy with one another, and not know something of the thought in each other"s minds?
"Will you let me take you in to supper?" was all that Michael said, at the end of the last dance which they were to have together. He handed her reluctantly over to her waiting partner as he spoke.
Meg nodded her a.s.sent and smiled radiantly over her partner"s shoulder as she whirled off.
Her beautiful white shoulders showed up the duskiness of her hair; her head was distinguished and arrestive. As Michael was watching her and waiting for her to come round the room again to where he was standing, so that their eyes might meet, a gentle, caressing hand was laid on his own and a voice said:
"Ah! now I know why you have not looked for me. Who is she?"
Michael started. The low, tender voice instantly thrilled every nerve in his body, while at the same moment an overwhelming desire to slip away and lose himself amongst the dancers came over him.
"She is a fine-looking creature," the voice went on, "but that type gets coa.r.s.e at forty, don"t you think?"
Michael swung round quickly and faced the lovely woman who had spoken to him. Her figure, in spite of its childish slimness, suggested not youthful purity but a sensuous grace. In her soft, flesh-tinted gown of chiffon, which left her arms and neck quite bare, a dress which merely suggested a veiled covering for her tiny body, she was temptingly feminine. To most men she would have been irresistible, for she was as supple and straight as a child of thirteen.
Her eyes gazed familiarly into Michael"s; they were inviting and exquisitely lovely. Even Mrs. Mervill"s bitterest enemies had to admit the charm of her eyes. Hard and cruel they could be, just like the uncut amethysts which in colour they resembled--eyes of a deep, bluish purple. They had looked their cruellest a moment ago, for envy had crossed her path. Every inch of her tiny person was envious of the girl who had smiled over her partner"s shoulder to Michael Amory. She was envious because she could see at a glance that Margaret was all that was fine and clean and n.o.ble in womanhood. The girl whom Michael Amory had been looking at would always get what was best in men, while she could only get what was worst.
"My partner has had to leave me," she said to Michael, for he had paid no attention to her remarks about Margaret. "He had a touch of fever; it came on quite suddenly. Will you take me out of the ball-room?"
They had moved off together, Michael unable to help himself; he could not allow her to go alone.
"If you aren"t dancing, let us go and sit out on the balcony--it"s too lovely to be indoors. Now, isn"t it?" she said, as they reached the wide covered loggia, dotted with palms and basket-chairs and small tables, which looked over the black rocks of the first cataract on the Nile, a scene which in all Egypt has no equal, for it is unique and extraordinary.
Beyond the river, with its black rocks, which showed in the water like the indefinite forms of seals or shoals of swirling porpoises, there was the bright yellow sand of the desert, which led into a world of primitive silence, while above them and all around them there were the stars and the night of Egypt.
Mrs. Mervill had left the ball-room early, because she knew that the balcony would be almost empty during the first part of the evening.
"Isn"t having this all to ourselves better than dancing in that crowd?
This is Egypt."
"It"s beautiful," Michael said, as he arranged the cushions in her chair to suit her taste, which was scarcely in keeping with the views of a dignified woman. When he had finished, Mrs. Mervill let her hand slip down his coat-sleeve--she had laid it there as she spoke to him--until it rested on his wrist; her fingers were caressing.
"Tell me," she said, looking up into his face with a winning and soft expression, "what have you been doing with yourself since we parted?
You have been much in my thoughts--never out of them, indeed."
"My usual work in the camp," Michael said. "Its interest always increases, and although it seems pretty much the same every day to ordinary people, to us it is full of variety."
"Lucky man! We poor women have no such distractions. I want to live in the desert," she said eagerly. "I want to sleep in the open under these stars."
Anyone might have made the same remark with no _arriere pensee_ in their words. Mrs. Mervill could not. Her remark contained an invitation; Michael knew it.
"Can you never get away?" she asked. "It would be my expedition, if you would run it for me."
Michael moved from her side, with the pretence of drawing a chair to within speaking distance of her. She had reluctantly to let his wrist slip from her fingers.
"Say you will arrange it," she pleaded. "For weeks I have felt the call of the desert and you know you"d love to come."
"I can"t do it," Michael said, almost sternly. "Please don"t tempt me . . . I have work to do."
"Oh, but I will tempt you!" She laughed the soft, low laugh of pa.s.sion. "By every means in my power. With you it is so difficult to know what will tempt you most. Am I to appeal to the mystic side of you, or to the human? I think the human Michael will suit me best, the Michael who longs to let himself go and enjoy the fullness of Egypt and the wonders of the desert!"
"Don"t appeal to any part of me," he said quickly. "Leave me to do my work in the best possible way--try not to act as a disturbing influence."
"Then I have been a disturbing influence?" Michael"s voice had betrayed the fact that his work had not been accomplished without difficulty.
"Yes," he said, for the spirit of truth was always uppermost in Michael. "For some days after I left you the last time I found great difficulty in concentrating my mind on my work. . . . I was dissatisfied."
"Then I succeeded!" The amethyst eyes, devoid of all hardness now, caressed Michael and disturbed his nerves. The woman was very beautiful, and he was conscious that her mind was set on her desire to win him. He knew that it was not love; he knew that their intimacy was not one of wholesome friendship. He was becoming more and more awake to the fact that this wealthy woman, who looked like a child but for the expression of her eyes, had taken an unreasoning desire to have him for her lover. In a measure he could not but feel flattered, for with her beauty and wealth she could have had the attention of better men than himself. He was too generous in his judgment of women to attribute her desire to the lowest motives, the prospect of enjoying through another the innocence which she had lost herself so long ago.
"I tried to reach you, Mike. I used every effort of my will-power, or mind-power, or whatever power you like to call it. I insisted on your feeling me. I sent myself out of myself to you."
"Why did you do it?" he said. He had leaned forward and had laid his hand on the cushions of her chair, at the back of her head. His distressed voice was less harsh.
"Why did I do it? Because, dear, I want you." Her voice was low and wooing; it was one of her charms.
Michael did not answer. His senses were beginning to throb. The sound of a native earthen drum, with its sensual thud, thud, thudding, and the watery note of a key striking a gla.s.s bottle, as an accompaniment to the slow measures of bare feet on the deck of a Nile boat, added an undefinable touch, of Oriental pa.s.sion to the scene.
Michael tried to draw away his hand, but she caught it and pulled his arm round her neck and held his long fingers imprisoned under her chin.