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Authors: Wilbur Smith

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My base suspicions were refuted, and I was struck with remorse and shame. How could I ever have doubted my mistress? Quietly I began to withdraw, although I would go only as far as the
side-altar, where I would give thanks to the goddess for her protection, and from where I could keep a discreet eye on further proceedings.

However, at that moment Lostris rose to her feet and diffidently approached the statue of the goddess. I was so enthralled by her girlish grace that I lingered a moment longer to watch her.

From around her neck she unclasped the lapis lazuli figurine of the goddess which I had made for her. I realized with a pang that she was about to offer it as a sacrifice. That jewel had been
crafted with all my love for her, and I hated to see it leave her throat. Lostris stood on tiptoe to hang it on the idol’s neck. Then she knelt and kissed the stone foot while Tanus watched,
still kneeling where she had left him.

She rose and turned to go back to him, but then she saw me in the doorway. I tried to melt away into the shadows, for I was embarrassed at having spied upon so intimate a moment. However, her
face lit with joy and before I could escape, she ran to me and seized my hands.

‘Oh, Taita, I am so glad that you are here – you of all people! It is so fitting. It makes it all so perfect.’ She led me forward into the sanctum and Tanus rose to his feet
and came smiling to take my other hand.

‘Thank you for coming. I know we can always count upon you.’ I wished that my motives had been as pure as they believed them to be, so I hid my guilty heart from them with a loving
smile.

‘Kneel here!’ Lostris ordered me. ‘Here, where you can hear every word we say to each other. You will bear witness for us before Hapi and all the gods of Egypt.’ She
pressed me to my knees, and then she and Tanus resumed their places in front of the goddess and took each other’s hands, looking full into each other’s eyes.

Lostris spoke first. ‘You are my sun,’ she whispered. ‘My day is dark without you.’

‘You are the Nile of my heart,’ Tanus told her quietly. ‘The waters of your love feed my soul.’

‘You are my man, through this world and all the worlds to come.’

‘You are my woman, and I pledge you my love. I swear it to you on the breath and the blood of Horus,’ Tanus said clearly and openly, so that his voice echoed through the stone
halls.

‘I take up your pledge and return it to you one hundredfold,’ Lostris cried. ‘No one can ever come between us. Nothing can ever part us. We are one, for ever.’

She offered her face to his and he kissed her, deeply and lingeringly. As far as I was aware, it was the first kiss that the couple had ever exchanged. I felt that I was privileged to have
witnessed such an intimate moment.

As they embraced, a sudden chill wind off the lagoon swirled through the dimly lit halls of the temple and fluttered the torch flames, so that for an instant the faces of the two lovers blurred
before my eyes and the image of the goddess seemed to stir and quiver. The wind passed as swiftly as it had come, but the whisper of it around the great stone pillars was like the distant sardonic
laughter of the gods, and I shuddered with superstitious awe.

It is always dangerous to pique the gods with extravagant demands, and Lostris had just asked for the impossible. This was the moment that for years I had known was coming, and which I had
dreaded more bitterly than the day of my own death. The pledge that Tanus and Lostris had made to each other could never endure. No matter how deeply they meant it, it could never be. I felt my own
heart tearing within me as, at last, they broke the kiss and both turned back to me.

‘Why so sad, Taita?’ Lostris demanded, her own face flooded with joy. ‘Rejoice with me, for this is the happiest day of my life.’

I forced my lips to smile, but I could find no word of comfort or of felicitation for these two, the ones I loved best in all the world. I remained upon my knees, with that fixed, idiotic smile
on my lips and desolation in my soul.

Now Tanus lifted me to my feet and embraced me. ‘You will speak to Lord Intef on my behalf, won’t you?’ he demanded as he hugged me.

‘Oh yes, Taita,’ Lostris joined her plea to his. ‘My father will listen to you. You are the only one who can do it for us. You won’t fail us, will you, Taita? You have
never let me down, never once in all my life. You’ll do it for me, won’t you?’

What could I say to them? I could not be so cruel as to tell them the blunt truth. I could not find the words to blight this fresh and tender love. They were waiting for me to speak, to express
my joy for them, and to promise them my help and support. But I was struck dumb, my mouth was as dry as if I had bitten into an unripe pomegranate.

‘Taita, what is it?’ I watched the joy wither upon my mistress’s beloved countenance. ‘Why do you not rejoice for us?’

‘You know that I love you both, but—’ I could not continue.

‘But? But what, Taita?’ Lostris demanded. ‘Why do you give me “buts” and a long face on this happiest of all possible days?’ She was becoming angry, her jaw
was setting, but at the same time there were tears gathering deep in her eyes. ‘Don’t you want to help us? Is this the real value of all the promises you have made to me over the
years?’ She came to me and thrust her face close to mine in challenge.

‘Mistress, please don’t talk like that. I do not deserve that treatment. No, listen to me!’ I placed my fingers on her lips to forestall another outburst. ‘It is not me.
It is your father, my Lord Intef—’

‘Exactly.’ Impatiently Lostris plucked my hand away from her mouth. ‘My father! You will go to him and speak to him the way you always do, and it will be all right.’

‘Lostris,’ I began, and it was a sign of my distress that I used her name in this familiar fashion, ‘you are no longer a child. You must not delude yourself with childish
fantasies. You know that your father will never agree—’

She would not listen to me, she did not want to hear the truth that I would speak, so she rushed in with words to drown out mine. ‘I know that Tanus has no fortune, yes. But he has a
marvellous future ahead of him. One day he will command all the armies of Egypt. One day he will fight the battles which will reunite the two kingdoms, and I will be at his side.’

‘Mistress, please hear me out. It is not only the lack of Tanus’ fortune. It is more, much more.’

‘His blood-line and his breeding, then? Is that what troubles you? You know full well that his family is as noble as ours. Pianki, Lord Harrab was my own father’s equal and his
dearest friend.’ She had closed her ears to me. She did not realize the depth of the tragedy on which we were embarking. Neither she nor Tanus did, but then I was probably the only person in
the kingdom who understood it fully.

I had protected her from the truth all these years and, of course, I had never been able to tell Tanus either. How could I explain it to her now? How could I reveal to her the depths of the
hatred that her father bore towards the young man she loved? It was a hatred born out of guilt and envy, and yet all the more implacable for these reasons.

However, my Lord Intef was a crafty and devious man. He was able to conceal his feelings from those around him. He was able to dissemble his hatred and his spite, and to kiss the one he would
destroy and heap rich gifts and lulling flattery upon him. He had the patience of the crocodile buried in the mud at the drinking-place on the river, waiting for the unsuspecting gazelle. He would
wait years, even a decade, but when the opportunity arose, he was as swift as that reptile to strike and drag his prey under.

Lostris was blithely unaware of the depths of her father’s rancour. She even believed that he had loved Pianki, Lord Harrab, as Tanus’ father had loved him. But then how could she
know the truth of it, for I had always shielded her from it? In her sweet innocence Lostris believed that the only objections that her father would have to her lover were those of fortune and
family.

‘You know it is true, Taita. Tanus is my equal in the lists of the nobility. It is written in the temple records for all to see. How can my father deny it? How can you deny it?’

‘It is not for me to deny or to accede, mistress—’

‘Then you will go to my father for us, won’t you, dear Taita? Say you will, please say you will!’

I could only bow my head in acquiescence, and to hide the hopeless expression in my eyes.

About the Author

Wilbur Smith was born in Central Africa in 1933. He became a full-time writer in 1964 after the successful publication of
When the Lion Feeds
, and has since written over thirty novels, all meticulously researched on his numerous expeditions worldwide. His books are now translated into twenty-six languages.

For all the latest information on Wilbur visit his author website,
www.wilbursmithbooks.com
and
facebook.com/WilburSmith

Also by Wilbur Smith

The Egyptian Series

River God

The Seventh Scroll

Warlock

The Quest

The Courtney Series

When the Lion Feeds

The Sound of Thunder

A Sparrow Falls

The Burning Shore