Queen of Sheba (5 page)

The two sleek, well-groomed leopards were led out by their trainers, the banners were taken from their sockets by eunuchs, and the palace guards lowered their spears as they walked in front of the queen leaving the Nubians to march in formation behind her.

Late that night Badget was found sitting by the fire at the local inn talking to some of the other traders. He was at first frightened and then pleased to hear that the queen wanted to see him. “She wants to hear certain
news of your king,” he was told by the messenger. Badget was always ready to spread the news he gained on his travels and to be called by the queen would give him more to tell in the future.

The queen had decided to receive him in the informal atmosphere of her outdoor pavilion. Badget found her seated on a dais covered with leopard skins. A taster sipped from a silver goblet and then handed it to the queen.

Bilqis drank slowly from the goblet but kept her eyes on Badget, who had fallen prostrate on the ground before her with his head touching the ground. As she handed the goblet back to the servant, she motioned to Badget. “You may rise,” she said.

Badget scrambled to his feet and took the seat she had prepared for him on the ground before the dais. “I am at your service,” he said in his most contrite manner.

“I see that you are used to appearing before royalty.”

“I’ve had my opportunities,” he said, trying hard to keep from smiling his pleasure.

“Tell me, has this king of yours really sailed ships down the Red Sea?”

“They have made their first trip, your highness.”

“But the storms and winds of the monsoons. Is he not afraid of them?”

Badget’s eyes grew large. Here was an opportunity to brag. “Your highness, this is no problem to one such as Solomon. He controls the rains and keeps the four winds in bags under his throne.”

“Come now. He is certainly a human being and not a god.”

“Aye, he is not a god, but he knows the god’s secrets and that is even better than being a god.”

“Tell me, how does he rule his people?”

“I can’t rightly say. It’s a bit of a mystery. He doesn’t need anyone to taste his food. That I do know.” Badget nodded in the direction of the queen’s taster.

The queen was immediately interested. “How can that be? Is he not afraid of poison? Does he have some medicine that is stronger than the poison?”

“No, it is not that. Though I’m sure he could do that too if he wanted to.”

“Doesn’t he have any enemies?”

“Oh yes. He has enemies, but not the kind your highness has.”

“What do you mean?”

Badget hesitated and then explained. “I was in the palace today and saw the wealthy fellow who had moved the land marker. Solomon wouldn’t have decided it that way.”

Now Bilqis was leaning forward with real interest. “What would this perfect king have done?”

“Why, he would have decided for the boy and his mother. The ones who owned the land.”

“I don’t understand? Why would he have done that?”

“There are laws, rules, even the king has to obey them in my country.”

Bilqis laughed a hearty, ringing laugh. “The king has to obey? I don’t obey anyone.” She ran her hand over the leopard skin and tossed her head defiantly.

“Well, the difference is the law. Some things are right and some wrong and the law tells you which are which.”

Again Bilqis laughed. “How ridiculous. What I say is right. I am the queen.”

“Well, all I can say is that he has no taster. If someone gets angry at a decision he makes, they blame the law not him.”

“What a strange country and what a strange king. He is so powerful he controls the winds in bags under his throne and yet he must obey laws.”

The queen seemed to be deep in thought. Badget shifted uneasily. He was no match for the queen. She spent a few moments with her fingers drumming on the arm of the chair and then stood up. “Badget,” she said, “I believe your name is Badget, don’t return home to your country until I give my permission. I am not through with you yet.”

She left the pavilion trailing the three slaves and five Nubians in her wake. She left the Nubians at the door of her apartments and the slaves followed her to the door of the inner chamber. “Bring Najja to me,” she ordered as she went to the balcony that overlooked the lush gardens of her private grounds.

Just as she had known, Ilumquh was totally gone from the sky. “Where did he go? Why must he always desert them?” She drew her robes tighter around her, a cool breeze had come up quite suddenly. It was the dark of the moon and on just such a breeze as this that the Afreet and Jinn
traveled to work their evil magic on human beings.

With a bang she closed the shuttered doors and leaned against them. Only one lamp burned beside her couch. The corners of the room were dark, but through the open door came rays of light and the soft murmuring of her women. Her hands moved to clutch the jeweled scabbard of the short sword hanging from her girdle. It was made of iron, and the Jinn could not touch her as long as she wore it.

She had ordered a double watch at the dam and the priests would offer sacrifices and pray all night. The golden bull would stand in the midst of the temple and frighten away the evil spirits. “Najja,” she called and immediately heard one of the outer doors slam.

“Tomorrow the high priest will come for his answer,” she thought. “He wouldn’t press me so if it weren’t important. I must decide. There’s no one who can help me. I must decide what I’ll do. Surely it is only the Jinn and Afreet that would harm me, and Ilumquh can protect me from both.”

B
ilqis slept poorly that night. She had experienced two frightening nightmares in which the great dam that supplied all the water for her city had burst. Dreams were often prophetic, and she could not afford to ignore a dream that could spell such disaster to her whole kingdom. Long before morning, she was up getting ready to ride out and inspect it for herself.

The High Priest and her tribesmen would all expect her to be at the temple to chant and fast, encouraging the moon to rise again by their sacrifice and prayers. However, that was just where she didn’t want to be.

The High Priest had said he would expect an answer today in regard to her marriage, and she hadn’t decided yet just what she would do. She felt cornered, trapped. There were no choices she could accept and yet she knew the pressure would mount until she made some decision. She needed to get away, escape, if only for an hour.

The ride to the dam was out across the fertile valley and far enough to require riding in the regal howdah on the back of a camel. She liked that. In the howdah she was alone and could think without interruption.

Once on the way to the dam, she settled back into the cushions and breathed a sigh of relief. No one but her guards and a few of her servants knew she was going.

Of course they would miss her at the ceremonies. If it seemed necessary she could tell them about the dream. No one questioned the importance of the dam.

Before the dam was built, this valley was always subject to drought. There were stories almost hard to believe of the people’s dependence on Ilumquh for every drop of water and even the food they ate. By their cunning her ancestors had built the dam and foiled the gods. She liked to think that in the same way she would triumph over this king who had set out to change the trade route.

This was her favorite hour of the day and her preferred way to travel. She loved to hear the jangling of the camel’s bells and the creaking of leather against leather as the howdah shifted and settled on its base. The gentle swaying motion gave her a feeling of peace, and she could enjoy the fresh breeze that blew through the fragile curtains of the howdah.

Behind her towered the jagged, rose-colored mountains that led off to the ancient city of Sana while before her were the familiar humped mountains of Balak Al-Kibli and Balak Al-Ausat between which stretched the dam. It had at first been just a huge bank of earth eighteen hundred feet long. Later one of her ancestors had made it more secure by facing the upstream side with stones set in mortar. Spillways and sluice gates for irrigation had been out into the sides of the mountains long before the dam was built.

The water was channeled out into what was known as the North Garden and the South Garden. She wondered briefly where the plot of land owned by the boy and his mother had been. How strange of Badget to say that Solomon would have ruled in favor of the boy.

The more information she gathered about Solomon, the more she found herself disliking him, but on the other hand, the more interested she became. He seemed to have an insatiable desire for women. Seven hundred wives was more than any other king or pharaoh boasted.

His palace was supposed to be splendid and his gardens magnificent. Kings gave him their daughters to wed and even Pharaoh thought him important enough to marry his own sister. More surprising was the fact that Pharaoh had sent his army up to take the town of Gezer so that he could give it to Solomon as his sister’s dowry.

No one said much about how Solomon actually looked. He was undoubtedly short and fat with a large semitic nose and puffy cheeks. Otherwise why would they talk all the time about his wealth, his wisdom, and his many wives but nothing really personal about him. “Solomon” meant “peace” and she had been told he loved peace. She had never heard of his fighting a war. He seemed more inclined to marry the enemy than fight him. She had to smile. If she were a man, that would also be her choice.

She was surprised to find that they had reached the dam so soon. She insisted on getting down and walking out on the rampart above the sluice
gates. She loved this view from the dam with the early sunrise lighting the whole fertile valley below her. There were those who acclaimed the dam a feat as miraculous as the pyramids in Egypt. When anyone asked her how it had been built, she always told them it was the work of the Jinn and magic.

For just a short time she stood looking down at the valley. She loved this green oasis with its palms and fig trees bordered by hundreds of small irrigation ditches that circled off the Dahana River. Because of the dam, the river flowed all year and kept her valley green.

Down below her in the midst of her city she could see the great oval temple of Ilumquh, sometimes called the place of meeting, sitting like an open jewel box in the midst of oleanders and small bursts of bright flowers. Her eyes followed the royal avenue lined with palms up to the wall that almost surrounded her palace. From here the palace with its whitewashed walls and tall pillars marking the entrance hall seemed small and of little consequence.

She sighed. She supposed she had been wrong to make so few changes. Everything was old and familiar but dusty and worn. It was still a man’s palace with a man’s rougher tastes. Even her own rooms contained the furnishings her father had chosen.

She noticed the market was now almost deserted and the huddled houses of her loyal subjects seemed lifeless and empty. Almost everyone was at the temple. In a few moments everything would change. The people would pour back into the market and the eight gates of the city would be opened for traders. The traders all came from the south and the west or even the north but almost never from the east. To the east lay the great empty quarter and the dam that proved a discouragement to caravans.

For one moment she felt free and invincible. She was the leopard goddess of Sheba and no one, not even the High Priest, dared dictate to her. Then suddenly the troubling matter of her marriage became oppressive as she realized that her uncle and cousin with all the tribesmen were undoubtedly back at the palace waiting for her answer. If she didn’t agree willingly, they would manage to force her with omens, predictions, and foretellings that frightened the people. She was not as free and invincible as she had liked to believe and her time was short.

There was always the fearful alternative, marriage to the god Ilumquh.
She could not imagine what that would mean, but suddenly it seemed a fair alternative. It would be only for a night. Marriage to her cousin would never end. She shivered thinking of it.

The sun was now high in the sky, and its warm arms were reaching out to every living thing. Dhat Hamym was the sun’s name. She was the lovely consort to the moon god, but they never seemed to meet. She wondered briefly if Dhat Hamym would be jealous to find Ilumquh had taken a human wife.