Curse of Silence lb-4
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“According to Nofery,” Seshu reminded them, “he’s a follower, not a leader.”
Nebwa grinned. “So am I, but that’s not prevented me from rising through the ranks.”
“Whether he’d be a good ruler or a bad one is of no significance,” Bak said. “Menkheperre Thutmose will one day sit on the throne, and he’ll be a remarkable king.”
Seshu laughed. “Do I detect a bias in his favor, Lieuten ant?”
“Do you see what I see?” Nebwa chortled. “Amonked holding out his hand, inviting Nefret onto the deck with him. I was sure he’d have nothing more to do with her, that he was prepared to send her back to her father.”
“Maybe he’s forgiven her for all her complaints.” Seshu eyed Sennefer’s ship, following Amonked’s out of the har bor, its colorful banners flapping in the breeze. “We didn’t hear a word out of her all the way north from Askut.”
Bak recalled the quiet, solemn-faced young woman who had kept very much to herself from the day she rejoined the caravan. If Amonked had talked with her, making peace, he had not done so until they arrived at Buhen. “She said nothing to me, but according to Sennefer, Thaneny’s death distressed her greatly.”
“And so it should,” Seshu said with feeling.
“I’d wager Lieutenant Ahmose’s wife taught her a thing or two,” Nebwa said. “She and the other women stuck on that godforsaken island.”
Bak’s eyes shifted to the great cargo ship making a smooth exit from its mooring place-thanks to the captain of the vessel owned by Imsiba’s wife. An experienced ship’s master, he stood on the forecastle, shouting orders, easing the hull away from the quay. Sitamon had volun teered his services and Amonked had readily accepted, re calling the vessel’s less than graceful and potentially dangerous arrival at Buhen.
Amonked’s ship, he saw, had begun to swing northward for its downstream voyage. The drummer beat a quicker tattoo, the oarsmen followed with a louder, faster song that paced the swifter strokes of their oars. Pawah ran across the deck to stand with his master and the concubine. He waved farewell to Commandant Thuty and his party on the quay. Amonked pointed upward, toward the men on the battlements. The boy waved again, this time with the verve of one bidding good-bye to men he considered close friends. The inspector followed suit.
The trio stood at the railing for some time, looking back at Buhen as if reluctant to see the last of a place to which they would probably never return. When they finally turned away, tiny figures in the distance, Amonked placed one arm around Nefret’s slender waist and another around Pawah’s thin shoulders.
For all their sakes, Bak prayed the closeness would con tinue through eternity.
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