The Amulet of Amon-Ra (13 page)

“Please,” said the Pharaoh, “be seated.” She gestured at a stone bench near hers.

Grandma Jo bowed, then sat down. “Your Majesty.”

Belatedly, Jennifer dipped her head in a jerky curtsey.

Hatshepsut laughed. “You needn't stand on ceremony here, my dears. Come, sit. Dje-Nefer, isn't it? Such a pretty name. Who is this with you? Your grandmother, you said?”

“It's just a term of respect,” Grandma Jo said hastily.

“I see,” said Hatshepsut.

“This is a beautiful place,” said Grandma Jo. Jennifer gingerly sat next to her on the bench. Grandma Jo settled her black bag on the ground, then took one of Jennifer's hands and held it. Jennifer held back, hard.

“Thank you. It's my favorite courtyard,” said Hatshepsut. The Pharaoh picked up a piece of bread from beside her. “Excuse me. I can never eat at the feasts, with so many people watching my every move. Do you mind?”

“No, of course not,” said Grandma Jo.

Hatshepsut bit down on the bread. “Ow!” she said, wincing. “I shall have to have that tooth removed.”

“Are you going to arrest us?” Jennifer blurted.

“Arrest you? Whatever for?” Hatshepsut prodded at her cheek with one plump hand.

“Because—because—don't you think I'm a demon?” asked Jennifer. “Ka-Aper does.”

Hatshepsut shook her head, making the tiny disks in her hair tinkle. “Ah, Ka-Aper. He is one who sees demons everywhere. I do not believe in them. But of course, I cannot let that be known in front of my people. They would be shocked.”

“So you had to pretend to agree with him?” asked Jennifer.

“Yes.” Hatshepsut sighed. “Unfortunately, the last time he claimed that someone was possessed by a demon, I was unable to save the child. Bibi knows how much I regret that.” She nodded towards the man who had carried Grandma Jo. He had withdrawn from them and now stood back in the shadows, with his arms once more folded across his broad chest.

“We know who the real demons are,” he said.

“You do?” said Jennifer.

Hatshepsut chuckled. “Do not be afraid. We have never seen a demon, though others say they exist. Bibi refers to those misguided people who enjoy frightening children. Ka-Aper is one of them, as you have found out. He was not always this way. I remember a time when he was open-minded and more inclined to philosophy and research. He was a staunch supporter when I took the throne. Now, he has joined the ranks of those who oppose my policies, in the name of
‘
doing what's right for the people.' There are even some of those who seek my death.”

“Well, uh, Ka-Aper is one of them,” said Jennifer.

“Oh, I do not think he would be so bold as to attack me.”

“Maybe not, but he could get someone else to do it,” said Jennifer. She leaned forward. “Which I think he did. I heard him.”

“You did? How?” asked Hatshepsut.

“I followed him. He went into the basement of a warehouse and met with some men. Tomb robbers!”

“Tomb robbers?” Hatshepsut's head snapped up. “So. Ka-Aper now stoops as low as that. I did not know.”

“He said they had a map to someone's tomb. He also gave them a package that I saw him get from a house near ours. I think it had some sort of poison in it. Then he said that when the Pharaoh was dead, he would act as surprised as everyone else.”

“He truly intends my death? That puts a new face on the situation,” said Hatshepsut. “His little conspiracy has grown fangs.”

“You mean, you knew about it?” asked Jennifer.

The Pharaoh sighed. “My earthly father was a good man, but even he had to combat the occasional conspiracy against him. I learned from him to be wary. I have spies in the city—in the market, in the streets, and yes, even in the temple. In all my twenty years on the throne, I have managed to thwart several conspiracies. I knew Ka-Aper was up to something, but not what, exactly. Nor do I know who his co-conspirators are. If I could find one, he might be persuaded to expose Ka-Aper.”

“I think I know who Ka-Aper's friends are,” said Jennifer. “Or at least one of them.”

“Who might that be?” asked Hatshepsut.

Jennifer hung her head. She didn't want to say it.

“Come, child, you must tell me.”

“N-Neferhotep,” Jennifer stutterd. “He's a priest of Amon-Ra, and Ramose…m-my father's…brother.”

“Ah,” said Hatshepsut. “Why do you think he is part of the conspiracy?”

“Neferhotep believes in demons. He had the map for the tomb robbers, which Ka-Aper now has. And when I ran away from Ka-Aper—did I tell you, he nearly caught me?—Neferhotep found me. He was breathing hard, like he'd been running. Chasing me, maybe.” She took a deep breath. “Then when we were hiding, here in the palace, I looked out and saw him.”

Hatshepsut nodded. “I know. I sent him after you this evening.”

“You sent him?” said Jennifer.

“Yes. Just as I sent him after Ka-Aper that day. After you…escaped…from us tonight, Ka-Aper sent guards and others to find you. I asked Neferhotep to follow you, to make sure that they did not succeed.”

“You mean…he's on your side?” asked Jennifer.

“Yes,” said Hatshepsut, “and has been for some time. He, too, suspected Ka-Aper of some untoward dealings. He came to me.”

“I couldn't find any proof, though,” said Neferhotep, as he came striding through the bushes. He smiled at Jennifer and bowed to the Pharaoh. “Ka-Aper is very clever.”

“But I thought,” Jennifer began.

“I told you I had spies everywhere, even the temple,” said Hatshepsut. “You shouldn't suspect your own uncle, child. I think your grandmother would tell you that.”

“Grandmother?” asked Neferhotep, as he sat cross-legged on the ground by the Pharaoh. He looked expectantly at Jennifer. “Dje-Nefer, your grandmothers are both deceased.”

“Oh! This is G-, I mean Mutemwija. Of course you know she isn't really my grandmother. I just call her that. We met her in the market. She's the one who made our outfits,” said Jennifer, plucking at the fabric of her dress.

“I am honored to meet you,” said Neferhotep.

“Thank you,” said Grandma Jo. “It's an honor to meet you, too.”

“You came to the feast with Dje-Nefer, then?”

“No,” said Grandma Jo. “Actually, I sneaked in. I told a nice young soldier that I had a cousin in the kitchens whom I wanted to visit, and he let me pass. He was a sweetie.”

“Wow, really? That doesn't sound like most of the soldiers I've seen,” said Jennifer.

“What do you mean?” asked Hatshepsut.

“I saw some of them taking ‘traitors' away, when I first got…uh, one day,” said Jennifer. “They were pretty rough.”

“What? My soldiers have no orders to do that,” said Hatshepsut.

“Perhaps they are following someone else's orders,” said Neferhotep. “One who thinks soldiers have better things to do than break up arguments in the marketplaces.”

“My army is only for peacekeeping and defense,” said Hatshepsut. “I do not believe in making war upon my neighbors.”

Neferhotep cleared his throat. “There are those who believe otherwise.”

“You mean my nephew. I know,” said Hatshepsut, “that he would prefer glory. But I have him safe under the priests' eyes at the moment, where he cannot make too much trouble.”

“Maybe,” said Jennifer, remembering how the soldiers had looked to Prince Thutmose for permission to take her away. “Ka-Aper is a priest.”

Hatshepsut was silent for a moment. “That is true.”

“In any case, I still need the proof that Ka-Aper is involved in this particular conspiracy,” said Neferhotep. “After Dje-Nefer and Tetisheri visited me in the temple, I followed Ka-Aper to what I suspected might be a meeting. I think he knew I was following him. He lost me in a market.”

“I followed him, too,” said Jennifer.

“You did?” asked Neferhotep. “That was dangerous.”

“She has already proven that she is a brave child,” said Hatshepsut.

Neferhotep smiled. “I know. Did you discover anything, Dje-Nefer?”

“Yes,” said Jennifer. “I thought he could lead me back to the temple, but instead, he went to a deserted warehouse.”

“The warehouse! Of course,” said Neferhotep.

“I was curious, so I went in after him and listened to them talking. There were three of them, Ka-Aper and two others,” said Jennifer. “I thought you might have been one of them.”

“Me!”

“You did find me right after that.”

“I saw you go by, so I abandoned my search for Ka-Aper and ran after you,” said Neferhotep. He turned to the Pharaoh. “It wasn't a very nice neighborhood. I had to look after my niece.”

“Of course,” Hatshepsut murmured.

“I thought that Ka-Aper had sent you after me,” said Jennifer. “I even thought you were going to take me to him. He showed up at our door right after that.”

“To invite you to the feast. I didn't know you'd been invited until he told me. I wondered why.”

“He said he wanted to present Ramose to the Pharaoh,” said Jennifer.

“I think he had a different intent in mind,” said Hatshepsut. “He would like to see my utter destruction, would he not, Bibi?”

“Yes,” said Bibi, still standing behind her. “He accuses people of being possessed by demons so that the populace will think the gods have abandoned us.”

“He knows that I still have soldiers and priests loyal to me, so he does not dare attack me. Not yet,” said Hatshepsut. “Though I begin to wonder what my nephew is planning.”

“He still feels that you stole the crown from him, your Majesty,” said Neferhotep, in a low voice.

Hatshepsut nodded. “I know.”

“What else could you do?” asked Jennifer. “He was only a baby when your brother died.”

“It has been a good reign, Majesty. We have had peace and prosperity for twenty years,” said Neferhotep. “You have made trade treaties with other countries, and you have built beautiful monuments.”

“Thanks to my faithful friend Senmut,” said Hatshepsut.

“We all mourn the day he died,” said Neferhotep. “He was a good man.”

“It is only recently that things have begun to go badly,” said Hatshepsut. “I became Pharaoh because I thought it was the right thing to do.”

“Amon-Ra himself sanctioned it,” said Neferhotep. “He inhabited your father's body and your mother later gave birth to you. He is your true father.”

“Many do not believe it,” said Hatshepsut.

“Ka-Aper and his friends sure don't,” said Jennifer. “They said your reign was blash…blas…something.”

“Blasphemous?” asked Hatshepsut. “That it goes against the gods' wishes?”

“Yes, and that's why you're having a drought,” said Jennifer.

“Always, he seeks a means to undermine my authority,” said Hatshepsut, pounding her fist into the bench. “Even if he must find demons under every rock to do it.”

Neferhotep nodded. “Even now. He still has guards out looking for Dje-Nefer. Don't worry, niece, the rest of your family is safe. I brought them to one of your rooms, your Majesty, before I went searching for Dje-Nefer myself. A good thing, too, or they might have been pressed into service to look for you. Some of the guests were. I met one of them just before I found your hiding place.”

“You knew where we were?” asked Jennifer.

“I saw your footprints,” said Neferhotep. “I went to report that you weren't in that corridor. But when I came back, you were gone.”

“I found them,” said Bibi. “I brought them to my Pharaoh.”

“Footprints?” asked Grandma Jo. “You didn't tell me we'd left them, Jen.”

“In the sticky puddle. Remember?”

“Yes, I'm afraid one of your jars of myrrh must have a leak, your Majesty,” said Neferhotep.

“Myrrh!” said Jennifer.

“It is my favorite scent,” said Hatshepsut. “I use it for almost everything.”

Jennifer and Grandma Jo exchanged glances.

Neferhotep chuckled. “I wish the fellow I met in the hall had made use of it. I sent him off in a different direction so I didn't have to smell him anymore. He reeked of fish.”

“Fish?” said Jennifer. “Seneb sells fish in the market. Meryt-Re buys from him.”

“I remember now,” said Neferhotep. “She mentioned him once.”

“Wait,” said Jennifer. “Meryt-Re said his nose didn't work right. The man in the warehouse said he couldn't tell if the wine was any good, because he couldn't smell it! It's Seneb!”

“A fish merchant?” said Hatshepsut, in a wondering tone. “One of the tomb robbers? If this is true, then Ka-Aper has certainly found some unusual friends.”