River God: A Novel of Ancient Egypt (Novels of Ancient Egypt)

by Wilbur Smith

  ‘Perhaps I am mistaken,’ Lord Intef admitted with alacrity. ‘Let me see if I cannot free it.’ The ring slipped readily enough from his finger, and Tanus went down on one knee to hand it to the king.

  Pharaoh bent studiously over the chest and made the comparison of ring to seal. When he straightened up again his face was dark with anger.

  ‘It is a perfect match. This seal was struck from your ring, Lord Intef.’ But the grand vizier made no reply to the accusation. He stood with his arms folded and his expression stony.

  ‘Break the seal. Open the chest!’ Pharaoh ordered, and Tanus cut away the clay tablet and prised up the lid with his sword.

  The king cried out involuntarily as the lid fell away and the contents were revealed, ‘By all the gods!’ And his courtiers crowded forward without ceremony to gaze into the chest, exclaiming and jostling each other for a better view.

  ‘Gold!’ The king scooped both hands full with the glittering yellow rings, and then let them cascade back between his fingers. He kept a single ring in his hand and held it close to his face to study the mint marks upon it. ‘Two deben weight of fine gold. How much will this case contain, and how many cases are there in the secret store-room?’ His question was rhetorical, and he was not expecting an answer, but I gave him a reply nevertheless.

  ‘This case contains—’ I read the manifest that I had inscribed on the lid so many years before. ‘It contains one takh and three hundred deben of pure gold. As to how many cases of gold, if my memory serves me well, there should be fifty-three of gold and twenty-three of silver in this store. However, I have forgotten exactly how many chests of jewellery we hid here.’

  ‘Is there no one I can trust? You, Lord Intef, I treated as my brother. There was no kindness that you did not receive from my hands, and this is how you have repaid me.’

  * * *

  At midnight the chancellor and the chief inspector of the royal taxes came to the king’s chamber where I was changing the dressing on his injured arm. They presented their final tally of the amount of the treasure and Pharaoh read it with awe. Once again, his emotions warred with each other, outrage vying with euphoria at this staggering windfall.

  ‘The rogue was richer than his own king. There is no punishment harsh enough for such evil. He has cheated and robbed me and my tax-collectors.’

  ‘As well as murdering and plundering Lord Harrab and tens of thousands of your subjects,’ I reminded him, as I secured the bandage on his arm. It was perhaps impudent of me. However, he was by now so deep in my debt that I could risk it.

  ‘That too,’ he agreed readily enough, my sarcasm wasted upon him. ‘His guilt is deep as the sea and high as the heaven. I will have to devise a suitable punishment. The strangler’s rope is too kind for Lord Intef.’

  ‘Majesty, as your physician, I must insist that you rest now. It has been a day that has taxed even your great strength and endurance.’

  ‘Where is Intef? I cannot rest until I am assured that he is well taken care of.’

  ‘He is under guard in his own quarters, Majesty. A senior captain and a detachment of the Blues have that duty.’ I hesitated delicately. ‘Rasfer is also under guard.’

  ‘Rasfer, that ugly drooling animal of his? The one who tried to kill you in the temple of Osiris? Did he survive the crack that Lord Tanus gave him?’

  ‘He is well if not happy, Pharaoh,’ I assured him. ‘Did Your Majesty know that Rasfer is the one who, so long ago, used the gelding-knife upon me?’ I saw the beam of pity in the king’s eye, as I blurted it out.

  ‘I will deal with him as I deal with his master,’ Pharaoh promised. ‘He will suffer the same punishment as Lord Intef. Will that satisfy you, Taita?’

  ‘Your Majesty is just and omniscient.’ I backed out of his presence and went to find my mistress.

  She was waiting for me and, although it was after midnight and I was exhausted, she would not let me sleep. She was far too overwrought, and she insisted that for the rest of the night I sit beside her bed and listen to her chatter about Tanus and other topics of lesser importance.

  * * *

  Despite the dearth of sleep, I was bright and clear-headed when I took my place in the temple of Osiris the following morning.

  If anything, the congregation was even larger than it had been the day before. There was not a soul in Thebes who had not heard of the downfall of the grand vizier, and who was not eager to witness his ultimate humiliation. Even those of his underlings, who had most prospered under his corrupt administration, now turned upon him, like a pack of hyena who devour their leader when he is sick and wounded.

  The barons of the Shrikes were led before the throne in their rags and bonds, but when Lord Intef entered the temple, he wore fine linen and silver sandals. His hair was freshly curled, his face painted, and the chains of the Gold of Praise hung around his neck.

  The barons knelt before the king, but even when one of the guards pricked him with the sword, Lord Intef refused to bend the knee, and the king made a gesture for the guard to desist.

  ‘Let him stand!’ the king ordered. ‘He will lie in his tomb long enough.’ Then Pharaoh rose and stood before us in all his grandeur and his rage. This once he seemed a true king, as the first of his dynasty had been, a man of might and force. I, who had come to know him and his weaknesses so well, found that I was overcome with a sense of awe.

  ‘Lord Intef, you are accused of treason and murder, of brigandage and piracy, and of a hundred other crimes no less deserving of punishment. I have heard the supported testimony of fifty of my subjects from all walks and stations of life, from lords and freemen and slaves. I have seen the contents of your secret treasury wherein you hid your stolen wealth from the royal tax-collectors. I have seen your personal seal upon the treasure chests. By all these matters your guilt is proven a thousand times over. I, Mamose the eighth of that name, Pharaoh and ruler of this very Egypt, hereby find you guilty of all the crimes of which you are accused, and deserving of neither royal clemency nor mercy.’

  ‘Long live Pharaoh!’ shouted Tanus, and the salute was taken up and repeated ten times by the people of Thebes. ‘May he live for ever!’

  When silence fell, Pharaoh spoke again. ‘Lord Intef, you wear the Gold of Praise. The sight of that decoration on the breast of a traitor offends me.’ He looked across at Tanus. ‘Centurion, remove the gold from the prisoner.’

  Tanus lifted the chains from Lord Intef’s neck and carried them to the king. Pharaoh took the gold in his two hands, but when Tanus started to withdraw, he stayed him with a word.

  ‘The name Lord Harrab was tarnished with the slur of treason. Your father was hounded to a traitor’s death. You have proven your father’s innocence. I rescind all sentences passed against Pianki, Lord Harrab, and posthumously restore to him all his honours and titles that were stripped from him. Those honours and titles descend to you, his son.’

  ‘Bak-Her!’ shouted the congregation. ‘May Pharaoh live for ever! Hail, Tanus, Lord Harrab!’

  ‘In addition to those titles which now come down to you as your inheritance, I bestow upon you new distinction. You have carried out my charge to you. You have destroyed the Shrikes and delivered their overlord to justice. In recognition of this service to the crown, I bestow upon you the Gold of Valour. Kneel, Lord Harrab, and receive the king’s favour.’

  ‘Bak-Her!’ they cried, as Pharaoh placed the jangling gold chains, that had so recently belonged to Lord Intef, but to which he had now added the star pendant of the warrior’s decoration, about Tanus’ neck. ‘Hail, Lord Harrab!’

  As Tanus withdrew, Pharaoh turned his attention back to the prisoners. ‘Lord Intef, you are deprived of your title as a lord of the Theban circle. Your name and rank will be erased from all the public monuments, and from your tomb that you have prepared in the Valley of the Nobles. Your estates and all your possessions, including your illicit treasure, are forfeited to the crown, except only those estates that once belonged to Pianki, Lor
d Harrab, and which by fell means have come into your possession. These are now returned in their entirety to his heir, my goodly Tanus, Lord Harrab.’

  ‘Bak-Her! Pharaoh is wise! May he live for ever!’ the people cheered wildly, and beside me my mistress was weeping unashamedly, but then so were half the royal women. Very few of them could resist that heroic figure whose golden hair seemed to dim the chains upon his breast.

  Now the king took me by surprise. He looked directly at where I sat beside my mistress. ‘There is one other who has done the crown loyal service, the one who revealed the whereabouts of the stolen treasure. Let the slave, Taita, stand forth.’

  I went down to stand before the throne, and the king’s voice was gentle. ‘You have suffered unspeakable harm at the hands of the traitor Intef and his henchman Rasfer. You have been forced by them to commit nefarious deeds and capital crimes against the state, by conniving with bandits and robbers and by concealing your master’s treasure from the royal tax-collectors. However, these were not crimes of your own inspiration. As a slave, you were forced to the will of your master. Therefore I absolve you from all guilt and liability. I find you innocent of any crime, and I reward you for your service to us with a bounty of two takhs of fine gold to be paid out of the treasure confiscated from the traitor, Intef.’

  A murmur of astonishment greeted this announcement, and I gasped aloud. It was a staggering amount. A fortune to match those of all but the wealthiest lords in the land, enough to buy great tracts of the most fertile land along the river, and to furnish magnificent villas upon that land, to buy three hundred strong slaves to work the land, enough to fit out a fleet of trading vessels and send them to the ends of the earth to bring back more treasure. It was a sum large enough to boggle even my imagination, but the king had not finished.

  ‘As a slave, this bounty will be paid not to you, but to your mistress, the Lady Lostris, who is a junior wife of Pharaoh.’ I should have guessed that Pharaoh would keep it in the family.

  I, who for a fleeting moment had been one of the richest men in Egypt, bowed to the king and returned to my place beside my mistress. She squeezed my hand to console me, but in truth I was not unhappy. Our destinies were so entwined that I was a part of her, and I knew that we would never again want for any material thing. I was already planning how I would invest my mistress’s fortune for her.

  At last the king was ready to pass sentence on the line of prisoners, though he looked only at Intef as he spoke.

  ‘Your crimes are unparalleled. No punishment before meted out is harsh enough to fit your case. This then is the sentence I pass upon you. At dawn on the day after the end of the festival of Osiris, you will be marched through the streets of Thebes, bound and naked. While you still live you will be nailed by your feet to the main gate of the city, with your heads hanging downwards. You will be left there until your bones are picked clean by the crows. Then your bones will be taken down and ground to powder and cast into Mother Nile.’

  Even Intef paled and swayed on his feet as he listened to the sentence. By dispersing their earthly bodies so that they could never be embalmed and preserved, Pharaoh was condemning the prisoners to oblivion. For an Egyptian there could be no harsher punishment. They were being denied for all eternity the fields of paradise.

  * * *

  When my mistress expressed her determination to attend the executions and to watch her father being nailed upside-down to the main gate, I do not think that she truly realized the horror of what she would witness. I was equally determined that she should not be there to see it. There had never been a sadistic streak in her. I believe that her decision was influenced by the fact that most of the other royal women were going to enjoy the diverting spectacle, and that Tanus would be in command of the execution. She would never pass up an opportunity to gaze at him, even from a distance.

  In the end I persuaded her only by employing the most poignant argument in my arsenal. ‘My lady, such cruel sights as these will certainly affect your unborn son. Surely you do not wish to blight his young unformed mind.’

  ‘That is not possible,’ she faltered for the first time in our argument. ‘My son could know nothing of it.’

  ‘He will see through your eyes, and the screams of his dying grandfather will pass through the walls of your stomach and enter his tiny ears.’ It was an evocative choice of words, and they had the effect I was striving for.

  She thought about it at length, and then sighed. ‘Very well then, but I shall expect you to bring me back a full description of it all. You are not to miss a single detail. Especially I will want to know what the other royal wives were wearing.’ Then she grinned at me wickedly to prove that she had not been totally gulled by my arguments. ‘You can whisper it all to me, so the child sleeping in my belly cannot overhear us.’

  At dawn on the day of the execution the gardens of the palace were still shrouded in darkness when I left the harem. I hurried through the water-gardens, and the stars were reflected in the black surfaces of the ponds. As I approached the wing of the palace where Lord Intef was being held in his own quarters, I saw the blaze of torches and lamps lighting the windows, and heard the frantic yelling of orders and invective from within.

  I knew instantly that something was seriously amiss, and I broke into a run. I was almost speared by the guard at the door to Lord Intef’s private quarters, but he recognized me at the last moment before he skewered me, and lifted his weapon and let me pass.

  Tanus was in the centre of the ante-chamber. He was roaring like a black-maned lion in a trap, and aiming blows with his clenched fists at whoever came within range. Even though he had always had a stormy temper, I had never before seen him so incapacitated by rage. He seemed to have lost the power of reason or of articulate speech. His men, those mighty heroes of the Blues, cowered away from him, and the rest of the palace wing was in an uproar.

  I went straight up to him, ducked under another wild punch, and shouted in his face, Tanus! It is I! Control yourself! In the name of all the gods, are you mad?’

  He almost struck me, and I saw him wrestle with his emotions and at last take control of them.

  ‘See what you can do for them.’ He pointed at the bodies that were scattered about the ante-chamber as though a battle had raged through it.

  With horror I recognized that one of them was Khetkhet, a senior captain of the regiment and a man I respected. He was curled in the corner clutching his stomach, with such agony etched on his rigid features that I hoped never to see again. I touched his cheek and the skin was cold and dead.

  I shook my head, ‘He is past all help that I can give him.’ I lifted his eyelid with my thumb and gazed into his dead eye, then I leaned forward and smelled his mouth. The faint musty odour of mushrooms on it was dreadfully familiar.

  ‘Poison.’ I stood up. ‘The others will be the same.’ There were five of them curled on the tiles.

  ‘How?’ asked Tanus, in a tone of forced calm, and I picked up one of the bowls piled on the low table from which they had obviously eaten their dinner, and I sniffed it. The smell of mushrooms was stronger.

  ‘Ask the cooks,’ I suggested. Then, in a sudden access of anger, I hurled the bowl against the wall. The crumpled bodies reminded me of my pets who had died the same death, and Khetkhet had been my friend.

  I took a deep breath to calm myself before I asked, ‘No doubt your prisoner has escaped?’ Tanus did not reply, but led me through into the grand vizier’s bedchamber. Immediately I saw the painted panel that had been removed from the far wall of the empty room, and the opening behind it.

  ‘Did you know that there was a secret passage?’ Tanus demanded coldly, and I shook my head.

  ‘I thought I knew all his secrets, but I was wrong.’ My voice was resigned. I think that in my heart I had known all along that we would never bring Intef to justice. He was a favourite of the dark gods and enjoyed their protection.

  ‘Has Rasfer escaped with him?’ I asked, and Tanus shook hi
s head.

  ‘I have him locked in the arsenal with the barons. But Intef’s two sons, Menset and Sobek, have disappeared. Almost certainly they were the ones who arranged this murder of my men, and their father’s escape.’ Tanus had full control of that wild temper of his once more, but his anger was still there beneath it. ‘You know Intef so well, Taita. What will he do? Where will he go? How can I catch him?’

  ‘One thing I know, he will have made plans against such a day as this. I know he has treasure stored for him in the Lower Kingdom, with merchants and lawyers there. He has even had commerce with the false pharaoh. I think that he sold military information to him and his generals. He would receive a friendly welcome in the north.’

  ‘I have already sent five fast galleys to the north, with orders to search all vessels that they overtake,’ Tanus told me.

  ‘He has friends across the Red Sea,’ I said. ‘And he has sent treasure to merchants in Gaza on the shores of the northern sea, to be held for him. He has had dealings with the Bedouin. Many of them are in his pay. They would help him to cross the desert.’

  ‘By Horus, he is like a rat with a dozen escape-routes to his hole,’ swore Tanus. ‘How can I cover all of them?’

  ‘You cannot,’ I said. ‘And now Pharaoh is waiting to witness the executions. You will have to report this to him.’

  ‘The king will be angry, and with good reason. By allowing Intef to escape, I have failed in my duty.’

  But Tanus was wrong. Pharaoh accepted the news of Intef’s escape with remarkable equanimity. I cannot fathom the reason for this, except perhaps that the vast quantity of treasure he had acquired so unexpectedly had mellowed him. Deep in his heart he may still have cherished some sneaking affection for his grand vizier. On the other hand, Pharaoh was a kindly man, and may not have truly relished the prospect of watching Lord Intef being nailed to the city gates.