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I sat in the shelter at the stem of the barge, protected by awnings, and watched my countryside slide by. I saw how low the Nile was as we plied our way upriver, past the pyramids, past Memphis, its white wall gleaming in the noonday sun, past green fields studded with palm trees, banks lined with red-black earth, donkeys and waterwheels and houses of mud brick. The strip of land near the river was always the same; what changed was the background.

The desert was sometimes golden and sandy behind it, other times an ashy white, bleached wilderness, other times rocky cliffs. The size of the ribbon of green waxed and waned, from less than a mile to almost ten, but always it stopped somewhere within eyesight and the desert took over.

When the sun set, a red ball sinking into the diminished Nile and making him run red, light did not linger. Night came swiftly, a black, inky night with a million stars. Silence reigned, brooding over the desert just beyond us. It got cold, even in high summer.

We pa.s.sed the ruins of a stone city about three days' sail past Memphis, and I asked our captain what it was. "The city of the heretic Pharaoh, may his name be lost forever," he muttered.

Akhenaten! I knew a little about him, about his breaking with the old G.o.ds and attempting to found a new religion based on a wors.h.i.+p of Aten as the one G.o.d. The priests of Amun at Thebes had made short work of him. We were gliding past all that remained of his life and work. I was profoundly thankful that my dynasty had never attempted to quash any religion. No, we threw ourselves into them all with relis.h.!.+ The Ptolemies, and my father in particular, had been avid builders of temples in Upper Egypt in the old style. As a result, our temples were the most beautiful still standing in the land-- Edfu, Esna, and Kom Ombo were famous now. A little way past the ill-fated Pharaoh's city we pa.s.sed the Hatnub alabaster quarries on the eastern bank, where so many of our perfume and ointment jars have their origin.

Two days later we pa.s.sed the town of Ptolemais. It was founded by the first Ptolemy; almost four hundred miles from Alexandria, it was the last Greek city outpost on the Nile. From here on, the foreign influence faded away.

On the ninth day of our journey, the Nile took a sudden bend and we were sailing due east. Near the very elbow of the bend, at Dendera, we pa.s.sed the Temple of Hathor, the G.o.ddess of love. It was a very recent one, with new sections having been built by my father. I could see it from the water, its carved columns visible above its brown mud-brick guard wall. I wished I had time to stop and visit it.

Directly across, at the exact place where the river turns back west, was the town of Coptos. I was familiar with it because it was an important trade route. At this spot, where the Nile comes closest to the Red Sea, camel caravans set out to the ports, to fetch goods from Punt and Arabia. My father had been very interested in this trade route; he believed that Egypt should be looking farther east, to India, for her trading partners, leaving the Mediterranean to Rome.

The earlier Ptolemies had founded a number of cities up and down the coast of the Red Sea, naming them after their queens: Cleopatris, Arsinoe, Berenice. Berenice, the one farthest south, was the point at which the elephants captured in Africa were ferried. Lately the elephant trade had fallen by the wayside. They were no longer the novelty in warfare that they once had been. Julius Caesar had perfected the technique of routing them, and now they had lost their superior value as a weapon of terror.

Julius Caesar ... I wondered about him. As a soldier, he seemed formidable and infinitely resourceful. The business with the elephants--why had no one before him exploited their weak points so effectively? The animals are easy to stampede: If they are frightened by a volley of stones and missiles, they turn and run over their own troops. For centuries elephants were coveted as war machines. Yet Caesar had lately rendered them almost obsolete. How could Pompey stand up against him? I wished we had not had to take sides. It boded ill for Egypt.

A day's sail farther took us to Thebes, with its ma.s.sive temples. This was the stronghold of Old Egypt, and here the priests of the temples of Amun still wielded great power among the people. The fourth Ptolemy had been faced with a rival native dynasty from this area, and so preoccupied was he with putting an end to it that he lost most of Egypt's overseas territory-- territory never regained.

The priests and their retinues lined the steps at the waterside, and I could hear their sour, dirgelike holy music as they greeted us in pa.s.sing. Gigantic temples reared behind them, dwarfing them. The smell of incense wafted over the water.

Across from Thebes itself lay the desolate, baking cliffs and valleys where the royal tombs were sculpted out of living rock. Here Queen Hatshepshut had set up her mortuary temple, a long, horizontal series of terraces and chambers built into the hard, bone-dry cliffs. Now her myrrh trees and fountains had turned to dust. Not far away were the great mortuary temples of Ramses II and Ramses III, as well as the Colossi of Amenophis III, seated statues over sixty feet high. But the priests, paid to perform rites forever in the temple, were as dead as their masters. The rites were forgotten, and only the stones remained. The temples, bones of that belief, lay radiating heat under the desert sun.

A little farther, and Hermonthis, our destination, appeared on the western bank of the Nile. It was a small town, with little there except the Bucheum Temple and its enclosure where the sacred bull, believed to be incarnated by Amun, resided. Under the temple are long catacombs where the mummified bulls were entombed.

The people lined the riverbanks, and the priests, with their shaven heads and white linen robes, stood ready to receive us. There was intent curiosity on all their faces. Is this really the Queen? Is this really the Queen? they thought. they thought. May we approach? Is she truly a G.o.ddess ? May we approach? Is she truly a G.o.ddess ?

In that instant I was profoundly glad I had come all this way to be welcomed unequivocally at last. Let my brother stay behind in Alexandria, where we were treated as all too human--and disposable. I felt a soaring joy and release, as if I could breathe for the first time in my life.

"Your Majesty," the oldest priest said, "the sacred bull rejoices that you have come to escort him!"

Even though I disliked bulls, I rejoiced as well.

When the previous Buchis bull died, a search was made all up and down the Nile for his successor. The right one had been found quite nearby, to his owner's delight.

The ceremony consisted of loading the beast--who had to be dun-colored, with white horns and a white tail--onto a specially constructed boat, which docked near the bull's breeding grounds a few miles upriver. He wore a crown of gold and lapis lazuli, and a face net to guard against flies. He was festooned with flower garlands, and his hooves were stained red, I noticed as his keeper led him over the gangplank. He seemed a very gentle bull, as bulls go. I hoped he had a long and uneventful tenure in Hermonthis, with cows to satisfy his every urge. It is not easy, being a holy thing and set apart.

The silver-tipped oars on the boat sparkled as they emerged with each stroke, sending sprays of water high in the air. The bull was going to his destiny, and he rode placidly as the boat rocked on the water.

There was much feasting, as is customary. The priests had prepared public banquets for all the people from the surrounding area, as a new bull's installation is an uncommon occurrence. Most live to be over twenty.

The high priest held a private feast for us, spreading a table with the produce of the area: onions, leeks, garlic, lentils, chickpeas, spinach, lettuce, and carrots. Goat and lamb, and game such as gazelle and ibex, were the meats. Out of deference to the sacred bull, beef was not eaten.

"We will raise a ceremonial tablet to commemorate your being here," said the high priest. "Forever and ever, as long as there are men to read, this deed will live on."

I was served a platter of the vegetables, sprinkled with oil from the bak bak tree, flavored with herbs. "Your harvest seems plentiful enough," I said. "How have you gathered all this food, to feed not just us but the mult.i.tude?" tree, flavored with herbs. "Your harvest seems plentiful enough," I said. "How have you gathered all this food, to feed not just us but the mult.i.tude?"

He looked downcast. "I am afraid---I must confess to Your Majesty--that it was most difficult. The harvest was scanty, the Nile stingy in his bounty this year. You saw how high the landing was above the water? Usually the boats ride at a level even with the platform. Now you need a ladder."

"How are the people faring?"

"There is no starvation yet. We pray we can outlast the time of want until the Nile rises once more."

Although we were as yet three days' sail from Nubia, I noticed a number of distinctively Nubian faces among his servants and priests. I asked about it.

"Oh yes, we find the Nubians to be very spiritual. They are attracted to temple service, and faithful. We are always pleased to welcome them."

The woman serving me was a tall Nubian with very graceful movements, as if she had been trained as a dancer.

The host shook his head when I commented on it. "No, it is just her natural way. Nubians are lithe and elegant in all they do, from setting a dish on a table to the way they turn their heads. They are born with a sense of bodily dignity."

"What is your name?" I asked her. Her movements had captivated me.

"Iras, Your Majesty," she said. When I looked puzzled, she said, "It means 'wool,' tiros tiros, because of my hair." Her Greek was very good. I wondered where she had learned it. She must come from an educated family, or have received her education in Thebes or Hermonthis. Her hair was indeed woolly, thick, and worn in Nubian style, with the sides short.

"I will do all in my power to help future harvests increase," I promised the high priest. "The irrigation ca.n.a.ls need to be deepened, I know that. They have silted up. This will be corrected."

"I will pray daily to Amun that this shall be so," said the priest.

I guessed his unspoken thought: I will pray daily that you stay on the throne to carry out your promise. I will pray daily that you stay on the throne to carry out your promise.

We rested after the day-and-night-long ceremony in the palace attached to the Bucheum. I had meant to return to Alexandria within two or three days, but at dawn a messenger came. He had traveled at twice our speed by combining rowing with sailing. His news was grim: The Regency Council had seized power in the name of Ptolemy XIII, and I was declared deposed My absence from Alexandria had been my undoing.

So soon a queen, so soon unqueened! I could hardly believe it. That they would dare--!

"It is true," the man said. "I beg your pardon for bringing you this unwelcome news. But I thought it best your friends told you before you were officially informed, and before the rest of the country knew. So that you can-- make your plans."

Yes. Make my plans. For I would not submit meekly. No, never!

"I thank you." Calmly I bade him wait. I asked Iras, who had been a.s.signed to our quarters for our brief stay, to bring him water to wash with, wine to refresh him.

"Gladly," she said, gesturing--in her exquisite way--for him to follow her into another chamber.

Outside, the sun was beginning to penetrate the golden haze that lay over the river at daybreak, gilding the reeds along the bank. The royal barge was tied up, waiting for me. I took several breaths of air, steadying myself on the windowsill.

What should I do? I was here in Upper Egypt, in the place traditionally most hostile to the government of Alexandria. But they seemed to like and support me. Should I attempt to raise an army here? The best soldiers came from this area, and Achillas himself had his origin here.

But how could I pay them? I had no money with me. The usurpers in Alexandria were now in control of the treasury as well as the Macedonian Household Guard and the Egyptian army. I could not equip an army, let alone train one, with my resources here. My popularity with the people, and their obvious love for me, was gratifying but of little military use. If I attempted to stage a counterrevolution from here, all I would achieve would be bloodshed.

These thoughts raced through my mind so quickly I was stunned to realize I had breathed in only once or twice while thinking them. I gripped the windowsill.

"Your Majesty." It was Mardian. I always knew his voice: it was soft and not--thank Hermes!--shrill. When he had pa.s.sed the age at which the voice normally changes, his had mellowed and grown stronger, but not deeper.

I did not turn. "You know that you may call me Cleopatra in private."

"Cleopatra." He said it in a way that made it very pleasant on the ears. "What will we do?" He paused. "I know we will not give up."

"That much is decided." I turned to him. "I will not even rant about treachery. I was brought up in a sea of treachery and deceit and betrayal. I swam in it like perch in the Nile. I am completely at home in it. I shall not drown."

"But what will we do? do? Practically, I mean. Similes are very poetic, but what specific course of action shall we take?" Practically, I mean. Similes are very poetic, but what specific course of action shall we take?"

"Patience, Mardian! I have only known about the crisis for five minutes. Let me think!"

It was then I prayed to you, Isis, to help me. To clear my head of all vanity and anger and folly, so that I might see clearly how things were and what you, my guide, would have me do. So often our human thoughts do not go far enough. We seize on first this and then the other, misleading ourselves. So I sat quietly, clasping the silver image of you I wear about my neck, and waited.

The moments ticked by. I could feel (although my eyes were shut) the sun begin to enter the chamber as he rose higher. People were stirring out in the courtyard, and chanting priests were making their way to the bull's stall to begin the day's ceremonies. Still I waited.

A sweetness pervaded me. That was when you came to me, and hushed all fears and uncertainties. I was your child, your incarnation on earth, and I was to rule. I was to leave Egypt and go to Ashkelon in Gaza. That city had been freed from Judaea by my grandfather and favored by my father. There I could gather an army. The kingdom of the Nabataean Arabs nearby, and the people of Ashkelon, would lend themselves to my cause. The neighboring province of Syria also looked favorably on me because I had complied with Bibulus's orders. Yes. It was all very clear.

"We will go to Gaza," I told Mardian.

He looked very startled. "Leave Egypt?"

"It has been done before. I am not the first Ptolemy to have to retake my country from abroad. But it is the wisest course. Egypt is in the throes of a famine, and cannot support us. Ashkelon has more resources."

"But--how will we get there?" Practical Mardian.

"We have the royal barge, have we not?"

"Yes--a huge vessel, visible from miles away!"

"They will not come looking for us on the Nile. They are content to hold Alexandria. If we wish to dislodge them, it is from Alexandria that they must be ejected. We We must attack them." must attack them."

"You have taken Alexander to heart."

"Of course." I smiled. "We will double our speed on the Nile by adding rowers to help out the downstream current. When we reach the Delta, we will take the easternmost branch of the Nile, then leave the barge and follow the line of the old Necho ca.n.a.l over to the Reed Sea and the Bitter Lakes. We will cross there."

"Avoiding the highway between Egypt and Gaza that pa.s.ses along the coast."

"Yes. They are sure to have it guarded at the fort of Pelusium. But this way we will slip around behind them."

It would be several days before the official announcement even reached Thebes or Hermonthis. We would set out as soon as possible.

But the high priest surprised us. He appeared at the chamber door, his staff in hand. "During the night I had a dream," he said. "I fear that some evil has come to Egypt. I sought to warn you."

"Your dreams tell you true," I said. "Indeed, a messenger has just arrived." I explained the situation. "Therefore we will depart as soon as is seemly. I do not wish to alarm the people."

"Stay with us another night, then," he said. And we did, glad of an excuse to rest a bit before the task confronting us.

After the evening sacrifices had been made to the new bull and to Amun, the priest blessed me and my entire household. "As a parting gift, I wish to give you a part of us. Take our servant Iras with you. She has become dear to us, and therefore it is a sacrifice to give her up. She will be a living reminder of us. She is also"--he smiled--"more useful to you than a poem or a necklace or a blemish-free goat."

I was very pleased for I was already surprisingly fond of Iras.

As I was being escorted ceremonially to my barge early the next morning, he pressed a paper into my hand. "So you will know," he said. "It begins."

When I unfolded it and read it, I saw that an order had gone out to Upper Egypt from the Regency Council: All grain and foodstuffs that could possibly be spared were to be sent directly to Alexandria. No provisions were to be s.h.i.+pped anywhere else, under pain of death. They meant to starve me out.

I laughed and tore the paper into bits. Too sure of themselves, they had miscalculated. Fools. They could not touch me in Gaza. And when I had ousted them from Alexandria, I would have a feast to end all feasts on the food they had stored. Yes, I and my followers would dine for seven nights running on dates, figs, melons, pancake bread, radishes, cuc.u.mbers, ducks, and geese. Simple fare, s.n.a.t.c.hed from the mouth of an enemy, is more satisfying than any feast of dainties.

We were unhindered in our journey downriver. The rowers strained and sweated to keep the boat moving as fast as possible. The current was sluggish because of the low water. Whenever we did have to stop, we found the people friendly and on our side. News had traveled faster than I expected, and people had already heard about the coup in Alexandria. Nonetheless they professed their loyalty to me, and wished me good fortune.

When we neared the sacred site of Heliopolis with its st.u.r.dy obelisks, we knew we were approaching the place where the Nile splits. The green was beginning to widen as we entered the fertile area. We steered the boat onto the eastern, Pelusic branch of the Nile, and rowed toward the rising sun.

This was the part of Egypt that was least Egyptian, because foreigners had come in this way for thousands of years. The Israelites had settled here, and the Hyksos had followed them.

We had gone some way when we saw the remains of the old ca.n.a.l on the eastern bank. The stone entranceway, guarding the lock, was still there, but there was no need of gates or watchmen. Everything was overgrown with climbing weeds and reeds. Here we must abandon the barge and set out along the ca.n.a.l's path on camels or donkeys. As we climbed up over the levee, I saw the few stagnant pools of water, choked with lotus, that were all that remained of the waterway. For a moment I felt overwhelmed by the task of keeping a country going: Everything molders, falls into decay; everything needs constant patrolling and repair, and that takes men and money. Upkeep, not conquest or expansion, drains us dry and makes us collapse into our graves as rulers who accomplished nothing memorable. Who wants as his only epitaph, " "He kept the ca.n.a.ls clean"? Yet they must be kept clean, almost offhandedly, while we pursue greater ends.

The ca.n.a.l had followed a natural canyon, and we made our way along its rim. Once this had been fertile farmland, and I could still see the traces of field boundaries. But when the water vanished, so had the crops. The desert, with its dry scrub and pebbles of a thousand sizes, came right up to the trail.

The ca.n.a.l had been about fifty miles long, connecting the Nile with the Lake of Timsah, one of the Bitter Lakes, which fed into the Red Sea. The port nearest it was Cleopatris, but it was on what was called " "the foul gulf" because it was so treacherous with reefs and vegetation.

"That is near where we will be crossing," said the captain of my guard., "The Sea of Reeds will let us wade across, if the winds are right."

"Like that legendary Egyptian who took up with the Israelites?" asked Mardian.

The soldier looked puzzled. "I don't know who you mean," he said. "But this crossing has been known since ancient times. It can be treacherous, so we must watch our footing."

"Moses," said Mardian. "That's who it was. It's in that book of Hebrew legends. Moses is an Egyptian name; it has something to do with Thutmose."

The captain was not interested. "When we get to the banks of the Sea of Reeds, halt and we will test the waters."

"In the Moses story," insisted Mardian, "the waters were so deep, all the army was drowned."

"They can be deep," admitted the captain. "Let us pray today is not one of those times."

Glittering from afar we could see the waters, waiting for us. They were flat and a cruel shade of blue, indicating they were stagnant and filled with bitter salts. The reeds and vegetation in them would be different from those living in fresh water.

As we finally reached the banks, I smelled the foul odor of slime and decay. I could see oily rings around the stalks of the reeds; a dull sheen reflected the sunlight upward. Yet there were birds in the thickets, twittering and flying from stem to stem.

"The water is pa.s.sable!" announced the captain with elation, as his scouts reported back to him. "The guides will lead us! We will hire reed boats, and have the beasts led across riderless."

And so we did. And I sat in the rocking little boat made of papyrus stalks lashed together, which was buoyant only up to a point, and the foul water seeped in all around me. We had to push through the tough, stringy roots and reeds and blades of the vegetation, which slapped our faces and cut our hands. And the stench! I thought I would vomit from the gases that were stirred up in our pa.s.sing. When I put my hand into the water to grasp a stalk to steady us, it emerged with a coating of oil and foul salt.

Never had banks of sand looked so pure and clean as when we reached the other side at last! It had been only about two miles, but it was the most unpleasant two miles under the Egyptian sun, of that I was sure.

The rest of the journey was tame. We made our way across the thirty-five miles of sand separating the tip of the lake from the open Mediterranean, until we could see that sea, intense blue that reflected the sky, with its white waves also reflecting the clouds. Then we made sure to keep well away from the well-traveled road that ran alongside the coast.

Gaza, the former land of the Philistines, was easy enough to reach. And in the rich city of Ashkelon I found welcome, supporters who were only too willing to take up arms against the usurpers. The word went out that Queen Cleopatra was raising an army.

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