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

by Wilbur Smith

  ‘The Lady Lostris is carrying your child. She sent me to tell you so that you should be the first to know it, even before the king,’ I gasped. ‘Now set me free before I am permanently damaged.’ He released me so suddenly, that I almost fell overboard.

  ‘My child! My son!’ he cried. It was amazing how both of them had made that immediate assumption of the poor little mite’s gender. ‘This is a miracle. This is a direct gift from Horus.’ It was clear to Tanus in that moment that no other man in the history of the world had ever fathered an infant.

  ‘My son!’ he shook his head in wonder. He was grinning like an idiot. ‘My woman and my son! I must go to them this very moment.’ He set off down the deck, and I had to run to catch him. It took all my powers of persuasion to prevent him from storming the palace and bursting into the royal harem. In the end, I led him to the nearest riverside tavern to wet the baby’s head. Fortunately a gang of off-duty Blues was already drinking there. I ordered and paid for a butt of the tavern’s best wine and left them to it. There were men from some of the other regiments in the tavern, so there would probably be a riot later, for Tanus was in a rumbustious mood and the Blues never needed much encouragement to fight.

  I went directly from the tavern to the palace, and Pharaoh was delighted to see me. ‘I was about to send for you, Taita. I have decided that we have been too niggardly with the entrance-gates to my temple. I want something grander—’

  ‘Pharaoh!’ I cried. ‘Great and Divine Egypt! I have wonderful tidings. The goddess Isis has kept her promise to you. Your dynasty will be eternal. The prophecy of the Mazes of Ammon-Ra will be fulfilled. The moon of my mistress has been trodden under the hooves of the mighty bull of Egypt! The Lady Lostris is bearing your son!’

  For once all thought of funerals and temple-building was driven from Pharaoh’s mind, and, like Tanus, his very first instinct was to go to her. Led by the king, we rushed through the palace corridors, a solid stream of nobles and courtiers turbulent as the Nile in spate, and my mistress was waiting for us in the garden of the harem. With the natural wiles of the female, she had composed the setting perfectly to show off her loveliness to full effect. She was seated on a low bench with flower-beds around her and the broad river behind her. For a moment I thought the king might throw himself to his knees in front of her, but even the prospect of immortality could not cause him to forget his dignity to that extent.

  Instead, he showered her with congratulations and compliments and earnest enquiries after her health. All the while his fascinated gaze was fastened on her belly from which the miracle would in the fullness of time emerge. Finally he asked her, ‘My dear child, is there anything that you lack for your happiness? Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable during this trying time in your life?’

  I was filled once more with admiration for my mistress. She would have made a great general or corn trader, for her sense of timing was impeccable. ‘Your Majesty, Thebes is the city of my birth. I cannot be truly happy anywhere else in Egypt. I beg you in your generosity and understanding to allow your son to be born here in Thebes. Please do not make me return to Elephantine.’

  I held my breath, the siting of the court was an affair of state. To remove from one city to another was a decision which affected the lives of thousands of citizens. It was not one to be made on the light whim of a child not yet sixteen years of age.

  Pharaoh looked amazed at the request, and scratched his false beard. ‘You want to live in Thebes? Very well, then, the court will move to Thebes!’ He turned to me. ‘Taita, design me a new palace.’ He looked back at my mistress. ‘Shall we site it there, on the west bank, my dear?’ He pointed across the river.

  ‘It is cool and pretty on the west bank,’ my mistress agreed. ‘I shall be very happy there.’

  ‘On the west bank, Taita. Do not stint yourself in the design. It must be a fitting home for the son of Pharaoh. His name will be Memnon, the ruler of the dawn. We will call it the Palace of Memnon.’

  With such simple ease my mistress saddled me with a mountain of labour, and accustomed the king to the first of many such demands in the name of the child in her womb. From this moment on, Pharaoh was not disposed to deny her aught that she asked for, whether it was titles of honour for those she loved or liked, alms for those she had taken under her protection, or rare and exotic dishes that were fetched for her from the ends of the empire. Like a naughty child, I think that she enjoyed testing the limits of this new power she wielded over the king.

  She had never seen snow, though she had heard me speak of it from my fragmentary childhood memories of the mountainous land where I had been born. My mistress asked for some to be brought to her to cool her brow in the heat of the Nile valley. Pharaoh immediately commanded a special athletics games to be held, during which the hundred fastest runners in the Upper Kingdom were selected. They were despatched to Syria to bring back snow to my mistress in a special box of my design, which was intended to prevent it melting. This was probably the only one of all her whims that remained unsatisfied. All we received back from those far-off mountain peaks was a damp patch in the bottom of the box.

  In all other things she was fully accommodated. On one occasion she was present when Tanus presented a report to the king on the order of battle of the Egyptian fleet. My mistress sat quietly in the background until Tanus had finished and taken his leave, then she remarked quietly, ‘I have heard it said that Lord Tanus is the finest general we have. Don’t you think it may be wise, divine husband, to promote him to Great Lion of Egypt and place him in command of the northern corps?’ Once again I gasped at her effrontery, but Pharaoh nodded thoughtfully.

  ‘That same thought had already occurred to me, my dear, even though he is still so young for high command.’

  The following day, Tanus was summoned to a royal aucient general who had preceded him was palmed off with a substantial pension and relegated to a sinecure in the royal household. Tanus now had three hundred galleys and almost thirty thousand men under his command. The promotion meant that he stood fourth in the army lists, with only Nembet and a couple of old dodderers above him.

  ‘Lord Tanus is a proud man,’ the Lady Lostris informed me, as if I were completely ignorant of this fact. ‘If you should ever tell him that I had any hand in his promotion, I shall sell you to the first Syrian trader I come upon,’ she threatened me ominously.

  All this time her belly, once so smooth and shapely, was distending gradually. With all my other work I was obliged to relay daily bulletins on this progression, not only to the palace, but also to army headquarters, northern command.

  * * *

  I began work on the construction of the Palace of Memnon five weeks after Pharaoh had given me the original instructions, for it had taken me that long to draw up the final plans. Both my mistress and the king agreed that my designs exceeded their expectations, and that it would be by far the most beautiful building in the land.

  On the same day that the work began, a blockade runner who had succeeded in bribing his way past the fleets of the red pretender in the north docked in Thebes with a cargo of cedar wood from Byblos. The captain was an old friend of mine and he had interesting news for me.

  Firstly, he told me that Lord Intef had been seen in the city of Gaza. It was said that he was travelling in state with a large bodyguard towards the East. He must therefore have succeeded in crossing the Sinai desert, or he had found a vessel to carry him through the mouth of the Nile and thence east along the coast of the great sea.

  The captain had other news that at the time seemed insignificant, but which was to change the destiny of this very Egypt and of all of us who lived along the river. It seemed knew much about these warrior people, except that they seemed to have developed a form of warfare that had never been seen before. They could cross vast distances very swiftly, and no army could stand against them.

  There were always wild rumours of new enemies about to assail this very Egypt. I had heard fifty
like this one before, and thought as little of this one as I had of all the others. However, the captain was usually a reliable source, and so I mentioned his story to Tanus when next we met.

  ‘No one can stand against this mysterious foe?’ Tanus smiled. ‘I would like to see them come against my lads, I’ll show them what the word invincible truly means. What did you say they are called, these mighty warriors who come like the wind?’

  ‘It seems that they call themselves the Shepherd Kings,’ I replied, ‘the Hyksos.’ The name would not have slid over my tongue so smoothly if I understood then what it would mean to our world.

  ‘The shepherds, hey? Well, they will not find my rascals an easy flock to herd.’ He dismissed them lightly, and was much more interested in my news of Lord Intef. ‘If only we could be certain of his true whereabouts, I could send a detachment of men to arrest him, and bring him back to face up to justice. Wherever I walk on the estates that once belonged to my family, I feel the spirit of my father beside me. I know he will never rest until I avenge him.’

  ‘Would that it were so easy.’ I shook my head. ‘Intef is as cunning as a desert fox. I don’t think we will ever see him in Egypt again.’ As I said this, the dark gods must have chuckled to themselves.

  * * *

  As my mistress’s pregnancy advanced, I was able to insist that she limited her many activities. I forbade her to visit the hospitals or the orphanage, for fear of infecting herself and her unborn infant with the vermin and the diseases of the poor. During the heat of the day I made her rest under the barrazza that I had built in the water-garden for the grand vizier. When she protested at the boredom of this enforced inactivity, Pharaoh sent his musicians to the garden to entertain her, and I was persuaded to leave my work on the Palace of Memnon to keep her company, to tell her stories and to discuss Tanus’ latest exploits with her.

  I was very strict with her diet, and allowed her no wine or beer. I had the palace gardeners provide fresh fruits and vegetables each day, and I carved all the fat off her meat, for I knew that it would make the child in her belly sluggish. I prepared each of her meals myself and every night when I saw her to her bedchamber, I mixed a special potion with herbs and juices that would strengthen her infant.

  Of course, when she suddenly declared that she must have a stew made from the liver and kidneys of a gazelle, or a salad of larks’ tongues or the roasted breast of the wild bustard, the king immediately sent a hundred of his huntsmen into the desert to procure these delicacies for her. I refrained from telling Lord Tanus of these strange cravings of my mistress, for I dreaded to learn that rather than prosecuting the war against the false pharaoh, the northern army had been sent into the desert to hunt gazelle or larks or bustard.

  As the day of her confinement approached, I lay awake at night worrying. I had promised the king a prince, but he was not expecting his heir to arrive so expeditiously. Even a god can count the days from the first of the festival of Osiris. There was nothing that I could do if the child turned out to be a princess, but at least I could prepare Pharaoh for her early arrival.

  Pharaoh had now conceived an interest in the subject of pregnancy and parturition, which temporarily rivalled his obsession with temples and tombs. I had to reassure him almost daily that the Lady Lostris’ rather narrow hips were no obstacle to a normal birth, and that her tender age, far from being prejudicial, was highly favourable to a successful conclusion to our enterprise.

  I took the opportunity to inform him of the interesting but little-known fact that many of the great athletes, warriors and sages of history had been prematurely exposed to the light of day.

  ‘I believe, Your Majesty, that it’s rather like the case of the sluggard who lies too long abed, and thus wastes his energy, while the great men are invariably early risers. I have noticed that you, Divine Pharaoh, are always about before sunrise. It would not surprise me to learn that you were also a premature birth.’ I knew that he was not, but naturally he could not now contradict me. ‘It would be a most propitious circumstance if this prince of yours should imitate his sire, and start early from his mother’s womb.’ I hoped that I had not belaboured my point, but the king seemed convinced by my eloquence.

  In the end, the child cooperated most handsomely by overstaying its allotted term by almost two weeks, and I did nothing to hurry it along. The time span was so close to the normal that no tongues could wag, but Pharaoh was blessed with the premature birth that he had come to believe was so desirable.

  It was no surprise to me that my mistress began her labour at a most inconvenient hour. Her waters broke in the third watch of the night. She was not in the habit of making matters too easy for me. At least this gave me the excuse of dispensing with the services of a midwife, for I had little faith in those hags with the black, dried blood crusted under their long, ragged fingernails.

  Once she had begun, my Lady Lostris carried it off with her usual despatch and aplomb. I had barely time to shake myself fully awake, scrub my hands in hot wine and bless my instruments in the flame of the lamp, before she grunted and said quite cheerfully, ‘You had better take another look, Taita. I think something is happening.’ Although I knew it was much too soon, I humoured her. One glance was enough, and I shouted for her slave girls.

  ‘Hurry, you lazy strumpets! Fetch the royal wives!’

  ‘Which ones?’ The first girl to answer my call tottered into the room half-naked and half-asleep.

  ‘All of them, any of them.’ No prince could inherit the double crown unless his birth had been witnessed, and it was formally attested that no exchange had taken place.

  The royal women began to arrive just as the child revealed itself for the first time. My lady was seized by an overpowering convulsion, and then the crown of the head pelt like that of one of the river otters. It was much later that the colour would change and the red would begin to sparkle in the black locks, like points of polished garnets, and then only when the sun shone upon it.

  ‘Push!’ I called to my mistress. ‘Push hard!’ And she responded lustily. The young bones of her pelvis, not yet tempered to rigidity by the years, spread to give the infant fair passage, and the way was well oiled. The child took me unawares. It came out like a stone from a sling-shot, and the tiny, slippery body almost flew from my hands.

  Before I had a good hold on it, my mistress struggled up on her elbows. Her hair was plastered to her scalp with sweat and her expression was desperate with anxiety. ‘Is it a boy? Tell me! Tell me!’

  The roomful of royal ladies crowding around the bed were witness to the very first act the child performed, as it entered this world of ours. From a penis as long as my little finger, the Prince Memnon, the first of that name, shot a fountain almost as high as the ceiling. I was full in the path of this warm stream, and it drenched me to the skin.

  ‘Is it a boy?’ my mistress cried again, and a dozen voices answered her together.

  ‘A boy! Hail, Memnon, the royal prince of Egypt!’

  I could not speak yet, for my eyes burned not only with royal urine, but with tears of joy and relief as his birth cry rang out, angry and hot with temper.

  He waved his arms at me and kicked out so strongly that I almost lost my grip again. As my vision cleared I was able to make out the strong, lean body and the small, proud head with the thick pelt of dark hair.

  * * *

  I lost count long ago of how many infants I have birthed, but there had been nothing in my experience to prepare me for this. I felt all the love and devotion of which I was capable crystallized into that moment. I knew that something which would last a lifetime, and which would grow ever be the same again.

  As I cut the cord and bathed the child, I was filled with a sense of religious awe such as I had never known in the sanctuary of any one of Egypt’s manifold gods. I feasted my eyes and my soul upon that perfect little body and upon the red and wrinkled face in which the signs of strength and stubborn courage were stamped as clearly as upon the features of hi
s true father.

  I laid him in his mother’s arms, and as he found and latched on to her swollen nipple like a leopard on to the throat of a gazelle, my mistress looked up at me. I could not speak, but then there were no words that could frame what passed silently between us. We both knew. It had begun, something so wonderful that as yet neither of us could fully comprehend it.

  I left her to the joy of her son and went to report to the king. I was in no hurry. I knew that the news would have been carried to him long since. The royal ladies are not renowned for their reticence. He was probably on his way to the harem at this very moment.

  I dawdled in the water-garden, possessed by a dreaming sense of unreality. The dawn was breaking, and the sun god, Ammon-Ra, showed the tip of his fiery disc above the eastern hills. I whispered a prayer of thanks to him. As I stood with my eyes uplifted, a flock of the palace pigeons circled above the gardens. As they turned, the rays of the sun caught their wings and they flashed like bright jewels in the sky.

  Then I saw the dark speck high above the circling flock, and even at that distance I recognized it immediately. It was a wild falcon, come out of the desert. It folded back its sharp wings and began its stoop. It had chosen the leading bird in the flock, and the dive was deadly accurate and inexorable. It struck the pigeon in a burst of feathers, like a puff of pale smoke, and the bird was dead in the air. Always a falcon will bind to its prey and drop to earth with it gripped in its talons.

  This time that did not happen. The falcon killed the pigeon and then opened his talons and released it. The shattered carcass of the bird fell free, and, with a harsh scream, the falcon circled over my head. Three times it circled and three times it uttered that thrilling, warlike call. Three is one of the most potent magical numbers. From all these things I realized that this was no natural occurrence. The falcon was a messenger, or even the god Horus in his other form.

  The carcass of the pigeon fell at my feet, droplets of its warm blood splattered my sandals. I knew that it was a token from the god. A sign of his protection, and patronage for the infant prince. I understood also that it was a charge to me. The god was commending him to my care.