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Authors: P. C. Doherty
The Assassins of Isis (29 page)
âWe broke that,' Menna protested. âIt was dispatched back to the royal palace.'
âOh, I'm sure a seal was sent back to some busy chamberlain who realised it was shattered and threw it away without a second glance. But the original? No, Chief Scribe Menna, you kept that. Now all these things come together,' Amerotke continued. âBusy, busy Chief Scribe Menna, who knew all the family history, had access to all documents, was the holder of the seal. It was only a matter of time, wasn't it, before you owned the means to rob tombs and send the plunder along the Nile or even across Egypt's borders. However, you had to have help. I'm sure that Heby and Lady Lupherna were lovers. The general was old and distracted.' Amerotke paused. âIt's happened before and it'll happen again,' he added quietly.
âSo,' he raised his voice, âyou know where the treasure is, but how do you rob it? You can blackmail Heby and Lupherna with what you know, and they will help you. General Suten was a great writer, he loved the city of Thebes and knew all its temples; his manuscripts mention the Temple of Khnum, a derelict building on a lonely island along the Nile. On a wall of those ruins is a picture of an archer holding a bow: that would become your symbol. Your web is spun, and the flies are drawn in. Heby is your messenger, he goes to this or that former soldier in the dead of night, offering him wealth and the prospect of riches. They are under strict instructions to come to the Temple of Khnum or perhaps some other lonely place. A sinister system with its own terrible beauty. Only the Khetra knows who the Sebaus are; they don't know each other, do they? Garbed in black, heads and faces masked, they are offered riches in this life and, if they die, honourable passage into the Far West.'
âYou have proof?' Menna was more composed.
âWe'll come to that by and by,' Amerotke insisted. âThe Sebaus are not only thieves but messengers. You steal
something, but then it has to be sold to a merchant, or trader. Officials have to be bribed, so more and more people are drawn in. Of course, mistakes are made. You do know about the Shardana? A former mercenary, a prominent Sebaus? He is arrested, tried by me for killing a man and sentenced to a prison oasis.'
something, but then it has to be sold to a merchant, or trader. Officials have to be bribed, so more and more people are drawn in. Of course, mistakes are made. You do know about the Shardana? A former mercenary, a prominent Sebaus? He is arrested, tried by me for killing a man and sentenced to a prison oasis.'
âI know nothing of this man,' Menna protested.
âOh, I suspect you know everything. The Shardana had been stupid. One of the rules of your gang is that the members live public lives of probity, worship the gods, obey the law and speak with true voice. The Shardana broke these rules. More importantly, he was a threat. He was imprisoned and sentenced to lifelong captivity. Prison oases are not healthy places; sooner or later the Shardana's mind would have turned to a pardon or amnesty. Perhaps he would seek an audience with Chief Justice Amerotke and reveal all he knew about the dreadful robbery of the tombs. There are so many strands to the Khetra's web, perhaps this had already begun?'
Amerotke shifted his gaze. Lady Lupherna's right hand was trembling as if she was on the verge of losing control. Menna kept glancing at her. Amerotke quietly prayed that what he had plotted would happen.
âThe Shardana had to die,' Amerotke continued. âBut how was it to be done? Bribes were offered for his release, but the Shardana's victim was of noble family. Guards could be bought, but prison oases are small, crowded places. As I've said, perhaps the Shardana had already begun to confide in his gaolers or his companions. I mean, they are lonely, desolate spots, where a man's courage can soon be weakened.'
âDid you bring our enemies, People of the Nine Bows, on to the sacred soil of Egypt to murder and burn?' Hatusu's voice, stern and carrying, silenced the whispering around the court. The Pharaoh Queen was giving Menna the opportunity to confess; to lie, not to speak with true voice in
answering a direct question from Pharaoh's mouth was the worst form of treason.
answering a direct question from Pharaoh's mouth was the worst form of treason.
âI did not.' Menna's reply was impudent, and Lady Lupherna's agitation only deepened.
âBut you did,' Amerotke contradicted him. âYou sent out a messenger into the Red Lands to bribe a Libyan war band. They were to destroy the prison oasis and kill everyone they found, but the price they demanded was surprising. The Libyan tribes are always looking for fresh blood for their menfolk, women outside their own kin to strengthen their clan or tribe. Above all they prize Egyptian maidens, not some coarse-skinned peasant girl, but the graceful ones of Thebes. That was the price they demanded: four young women of good breeding. And where could you find these? The Libyans are no fools, they would tell at a glance if you tried to deliver some city prostitute or even a courtesan from one of the pleasure houses. Mafdet was your answer. He was captain of the guard at the Temple of Isis. A member of the Sebaus, he was bribed, threatened and cajoled to kidnap those young women. Of course, the first victim was the one he'd seduced. Mafdet would be only too pleased to be rid of her. The temple authorities might suspect, but they couldn't prove anything. Moreover, Mafdet had been busy discovering their secrets ready to counter with his own blackmail. The first girl was stolen, drugged and taken beyond the temple walls at night, then hurried north to the Temple of Khnum and delivered to some desert trader, who took her across the Red Lands to the waiting Libyans. This was your token, the assurance that the price would be paid. The prison oasis was attacked and plundered, a bloody massacre in which no one survived. The Libyans had to be paid in fullâ you might always need them againâ so three other temple girls disappearedâ'
âThis is not true!' Menna interrupted. âI know nothing of Libyan tribes or desert paths.'
âOf course you do, you're Chief Scribe Menna, General
Suten's aide. His house has maps and charts. More importantly,' Amerotke moved in his chair, âGeneral Suten saw service against the Libyans, and where he went, you were sure to follow.'
Suten's aide. His house has maps and charts. More importantly,' Amerotke moved in his chair, âGeneral Suten saw service against the Libyans, and where he went, you were sure to follow.'
Menna shrugged and glanced away.
âThe Shardana was now silenced, but like all thieves, Menna, you became very greedy. You must have known the Divine One would intervene, but there again, you were well protected. None of the officials or merchants I arrested knew you, whilst the Sebaus remained untouched. You planned to fall silent and wait for another day. Only two problems remained, General Suten and myself.'
Amerotke lifted his hands as if to examine the ring of Ma'at on his middle finger. He stared at Nadif and smiled. The policeman knelt fascinated by what he was seeing and hearing; he had lost all surprise and awe, and was listening intently to Amerotke, now and again nodding in agreement.
âStandard-Bearer Nadif.' Amerotke lowered his hand; the signal had been given, Shufoy would be ready.
âYes, my lord.' The Medjay officer bowed.
âYou discovered a great deal about horned vipers. I believe they must be brought in from the Red Lands, not collected from the city dust as that fool Hefau declared?'
âThat is correct, my lord.'
âWho collected them for you?' Amerotke turned back to Menna.
âNobody did.'
âSteeped in lies,' Amerotke shouted. âOne of your Sebaus did! And you know why? Because General Suten was beginning to grow uneasy. He may have had a fear of snakes, but he also became aware of a different type of viper, closer to his bosom. He became anxious, withdrawn, he suffered stomach cramps and went out to the Temple of Isis for powders to ease his discomfort so that he could sleep more peacefully. General Suten was a good man, an
honourable man. What did he suspect, Lady Lupherna? That you were playing the whore with his valet? That he was being betrayed by a man he regarded as a friend?'
honourable man. What did he suspect, Lady Lupherna? That you were playing the whore with his valet? That he was being betrayed by a man he regarded as a friend?'
The woman opened her mouth as if to reply; Amerotke glimpsed it, and also noticed Menna brush her thigh with the back of his hand.
âOr was it you, Menna? Did General Suten notice you absorbed in the family archives; did he wonder about the robberies or reflect why Heby should slink away at night? Only the gods know the answer to that! Of course he would try and console himself. He'd dismiss such thoughts as impure, unworthy, but you were sharp enough to notice the change. The general had to die. He was the one man who could destroy the Khetra, so you and those other hearts of wickedness concocted a cruel plot.'
Amerotke was about to continue when there was a pounding on the court door. He raised his hand and nodded. Asural opened the door and Shufoy came hastening in and immediately prostrated himself.
âSpeak!' Hatusu ordered. âSpeak and approach, little man,' she added gently. Shufoy, shuffling on all fours, came forward, acting out the role Amerotke had taught him. He came in front of the Chair of Judgement and, pressing his face down again, waited for Amerotke to speak.
âWhat is it?' the judge asked.
âMy lord,' Shufoy raised his face, âthe body has been found! We have discovered his corpse! It was not as you were toldâ'
He would have continued but Amerotke raised his hand for silence. He asked his manservant to withdraw and stand next to the captain at the door. Shufoy's entrance had been enough; the look which passed between Menna and Lupherna confirmed their guilt.
âWe shall continue.' Amerotke clapped his hands gently. âGeneral Suten had often talked about confronting his demons, and you decided to use that as a means of
murdering him. One of your Sebaus brought in a bag of horned vipers. Once the evening meal was over, the usual search was carried out. In fact that was rather clumsy. Why should General Suten order such a search in view of what you say he had planned? Moreover, as I said earlier, why should he confront his fears alone on his deserted roof terrace? In fact the general was more intent on being by himself, on drinking a goblet of wine and continuing his memoirs. The roof terrace was cleared. Heby had arranged for the general's wine to be heavily drugged.' Amerotke shook his head. âYou lied! You claimed to know nothing of the powders Lord Impuki had given your master.
murdering him. One of your Sebaus brought in a bag of horned vipers. Once the evening meal was over, the usual search was carried out. In fact that was rather clumsy. Why should General Suten order such a search in view of what you say he had planned? Moreover, as I said earlier, why should he confront his fears alone on his deserted roof terrace? In fact the general was more intent on being by himself, on drinking a goblet of wine and continuing his memoirs. The roof terrace was cleared. Heby had arranged for the general's wine to be heavily drugged.' Amerotke shook his head. âYou lied! You claimed to know nothing of the powders Lord Impuki had given your master.
âSo that night, tired, his stomach full of wine, his mind dulled by the potion, General Suten decided to retire to his bed. Lady Lupherna and Menna were in or near the hall of audience; Heby controlled the steps to the roof. The sack was given to him and up he went. It was full of horned vipers especially brought in by a Sebaus, some former soldier who had knowledge of snakes and was skilled in their capture. I doubt if that particular Sebaus lived a day after he handed the sack over. The Khetra would have regarded him as far too dangerous. So,' Amerotke drew in a deep breath, âthe sack was emptied over the general and the pouch of poppy powder tossed nearby. The vipers, angered and excited, struck and struck again, and General Suten woke and found his nightmare was a reality. One of Egypt's great heroes died a death he had always feared. The rest is as you know. Standard-Bearer Nadif, you have brought the sack with you?'
The Medjay officer nodded; his nephew had been too nervous to attend court.
âPlease stand up and empty it.'
The policeman obeyed. Getting to his feet, he undid the cord around the neck, emptied what he had found in the undergrowth and threw the sack to the ground.
âNotice what he did.' Amerotke got to his feet and bowed
to the Chair of Judgement. He walked over, picked up the sack and came to kneel before Pharaoh. âDivine One, when someone empties a sack, and I've watched this happen on a number of occasions, the sack itself is no longer important and is thrown away. On the night he died, we are supposed to believe that General Suten had taken this sack up to the roof terrace and tied it to a rail behind his bed where it could be hidden. Apparently, or so the story goes, once the roof terrace was clear, General Suten took his knife, sawed through the rope and emptied the contents on to the bed beside him.'
to the Chair of Judgement. He walked over, picked up the sack and came to kneel before Pharaoh. âDivine One, when someone empties a sack, and I've watched this happen on a number of occasions, the sack itself is no longer important and is thrown away. On the night he died, we are supposed to believe that General Suten had taken this sack up to the roof terrace and tied it to a rail behind his bed where it could be hidden. Apparently, or so the story goes, once the roof terrace was clear, General Suten took his knife, sawed through the rope and emptied the contents on to the bed beside him.'
âHe would have thrown it to the ground,' Senenmut declared. âTossed it away.'
âBut according to the accepted story,' Amerotke declared, âfor some strange reason General Suten took the sack back to the edge of the roof terrace and threw it down amongst the bushes in his garden. Why should he do that? What was so important about the sack? Why not just leave it on the ground? If we are to believe Menna's story, General Suten would be more concerned about the vipers than the sack.'
âNonsense!' Menna cried. âWhy should I go to such ridiculous lengths? After all, Heby was accused.'
âNo, Heby was investigated because that was the way you wanted it.'
Amerotke retook his seat and sipped from his goblet.
âMurder, I suppose, has its own logic, its own hideous harmony. First came my arrests. True, in my foolishness I never discovered the Sebaus, their true organisation, the awesome power they wielded. Nevertheless, I had begun to overturn stones, and perhaps I appeared more dangerous to you than I really was. That's why you tried to kill me. You knew I had gone to the Temple of Isis; Mafdet would have provided you with detailed plans, so you struck. You burnt Mafdet's house to hide any evidence of his wrongdoing, whilst your assassins attacked me to silence me, first in my own temple, then at Isis. Your heart had conceived my
murder lest I discover that the Sebaus were former soldiers controlled by some high-ranking officer or priest,' Amerotke shrugged, âor a chief scribe. You wanted me dead as you wanted Sithia dead. My arrests were actually the cause of everything that happened afterwards.
murder lest I discover that the Sebaus were former soldiers controlled by some high-ranking officer or priest,' Amerotke shrugged, âor a chief scribe. You wanted me dead as you wanted Sithia dead. My arrests were actually the cause of everything that happened afterwards.
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