chest, a feat that was increasingly difficult as my pounding heart continued to pump adrenaline through my veins.
Finally, as soon as she possibly could without drawing undue attention, Cleopatra stood from Antony’s side and excused herself early. Everyone around us looked up in surprise, since she and Antony typically stayed all evening, outlasting all of the guests.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized again. “I have a slight headache and wish to retire early. The pounding from the drums is agitating it.”
She waved away her personal physician’s offer to bring a herbal dressing to alleviate it.
“I think I will just retire early,” she reiterated firmly. “But please, everyone stay and enjoy yourselves. Charmian?”
She looked at me and I hurriedly got up to accompany her. I felt Hasani’s reluctance as he let me slip from his grasp. But he couldn’t say anything… the queen herself had summoned me in front of the entire table.
As we made our way out of the room, I turned in the doorway and glanced at Hasani. He was watching me with a troubled look on his handsome face. He knew that we were up to something. I hadn’t fooled him at all. I swallowed hard and walked from the room without another backward glance.
Once inside the privacy of Cleopatra’s chambers, I quickly began stripping off my light-colored clothes and exchanging them for a brown linen sheath from Cleopatra’s closet.
I removed the shining gold chains from my hair and replaced them into her jewelry box and she handed me a dark brown scarf to wrap around my head and shoulders. Kicking off my leather sandals, I examined myself in the mirror.
Other than my vivid green eyes, I knew I wouldn’t stand out in the darkened streets of Alexandria. I would need to keep my eyes down though. My eyes were fairly unique. I didn’t want to be recognized.
“Alright,” Cleopatra breathed as she stood in front of me. “You look like a peasant. This is good- you won’t draw attention. Now, what are you going to do when you get to the lighthouse?”
“I’m going to enter quietly through a side entrance, trying hard not to attract the attention of a harbor master.”
She nodded, interrupting. “And there should only be one in the lighthouse at night, just so that he can tend to the fire. It should be fairly easy to evade him.”
I nodded in agreement. “After I’m in, I will try to stay in the shadows as I locate Pothinus. And after that… I’ll play it by ear.”
She sighed long and loud.
“I wish I could go with you. I don’t feel right sending you alone.” She stared wistfully at the door, probably picturing the guards stationed on either side of it. They would certainly notice Queen Cleopatra sneaking out in peasant’s clothing.
“It’s alright, Cleopatra. I’ll be fine. Iras didn’t know what we were sending her into. But I do- and I’ll be careful.”
A twinge of guilt stirred within me. Poor Iras. She’d had no idea and in hindsight, I should have given her some sort of warning about the danger. But I would do my best to make it right.
Cleopatra hugged me quickly, her musky scent enveloping us.
“Come back to me safely, Charmian,” she commanded queenly, but her warm eyes were those of a friend, not a pharaoh.
“I will, my queen,” I replied softly, stealing out of her room quietly. I definitely fully intended to, that was for sure.
I ignored the curious stares of the guards as I made my way past them dressed in my peasant’s garb. I could feel their intense gazes burning into my back as I walked quickly down the hall. They were probably pondering what to make of it and I wondered if Cleopatra would offer them some sort of explanation. I doubted it- the queen was above questioning. She didn’t answer to anyone.
I steered clear of the hallway leading to my quarters as I made my way to the ground floor of the palace. I felt fairly confident that Hasani was waiting for me in my bedchamber. I uttered a quick prayer that I was able to return to him later tonight unscathed. If I didn’t return, he would be sure to sound the alarm.
I opted to make my way quietly through the gardens behind the palace rather than stay on the stone walkways, hoping that I would run into fewer people. Anyone I ran into while I was still on the palace grounds would be sure to wonder why a peasant girl was so close to the palace and might even call to have me removed, which would draw unwanted attention.
As I crept silently through a sculpted section of the garden, I inhaled the night breeze deeply, enjoying the fresh, clean scent. But I stopped abruptly in my tracks as I heard Antony’s loud voice.
“You little minx,” he laughed. “Get back here- I’m tired of your games.”
I peered from behind a row of tall shrubbery to find a drunken Antony pulling a servant girl to him. She twisted as she reached him, allowing herself to be crushed against his barrel-like chest. He quickly bowed his head and kissed her wildly. While their eyes were closed, I darted quickly from behind the shrubbery, disappearing into another row of small trees directly to their right. They never saw me and I continued on my way undetected.
As I descended the many steps down to the beach, I pondered Antony and Cleopatra’s complex relationship. They loved each other wildly, completely uninhibited. Yet, because of his giant appetite for women, Cleopatra willingly allowed Antony to be with servant girls at any given time. Because she knew his heart. He loved her completely. But it was behavior that no modern girl in the western world would ever stand for, including me. I remembered smashing Derek’s CDs and dumping them into the bed of his truck and smiled even now at the memory.
As I approached the guards at the base of the staircase, they turned to me in surprise. As each of them glimpsed my eyes, I saw the flash of recognition in theirs. They uncrossed their spears and allowed me to pass, but just as the guards upstairs had stared at me, so too did these. I felt their curious gazes burn into me as I quickly made my way along the darkened beach.
I tried to breathe slowly, allowing the crash of the sea to calm me as I made my way along the beach to a pathway that led to the streets of the city. Emerging onto the city streets, I looked around me. Luckily, the streets were not overly busy tonight. Hopefully no one would recognize me.
I hurried down a main thoroughfare until I reached a cross street that led to the Heptastadion, keeping my eyes averted from anyone that I came across. As I finally stepped onto the stone causeway, I felt my pulse pick up until it was racing. I was almost there.
My trembling hand fingered the bloodstone through my tunic. Once again, I hoped that the lump of stone would work its magic and keep me safe.
Any other time, I might have found the experience of walking across the Heptastadion at night exciting. Large waves crashed against the elevated causeway, splattering me with the salty spray. The night air was chilly, so I drew the dark cloak-like scarf around me tightly as I made my quickly down the slippery stones. Several hundred feet later, I stood hesitantly at the base of the giant lighthouse, staring upward at the golden glow of its fire.
It seemed deserted—there was no one in sight, which was just fine with me. I glanced both ways and then quietly stole closer to the building, walking in the protection of shadows as I had promised. It didn’t seem to matter however, as I didn’t encounter another living soul.
When I came to a darkened doorway, I pulled it softly open, just far enough that I could slip inside. The large entry room I was standing in was dark with only a few small torches lit at widely spaced intervals. I could see well enough to see where I was going, but just barely.
I kept walking even though I didn’t see anyone, continuing into the heart of the light house’s large base. As I walked into a long hallway, I wondered if I should be trying to find a doorway that led to the bowels underneath the building. It seemed appropriate that that is where I would find Pothinus. He was a snake, so he would want to hide beneath a rock.
Even as I pondered the idea, though, I caught a glimpse of a dark figure at the end of the hallway in front of me. Pausing
my footsteps, I focused in the darkness, trying to see more clearly. It was definitely a person, and the person was walking directly at me- coming more and more into focus the closer that they got to me. I could now make out that he or she was wearing long robes that were dragging on the floor.
I wondered briefly if I should hide in case it was the harbor master, but I didn’t have the time. I had clearly already been spotted. And it turned out that my fears were unnecessary in that regard anyway. The fat, fleshy folds of the eunuch Pothinus slowly came into view. I tried to still my pounding heart as he came to a stop in front of me and stared at me calmly, just as a snake might right before striking. He smelled like a hamster.
“Do you have Iras?” I questioned him coolly. He stared at me in amusement.
“Right to business, then, Charmian?” He countered. “I thought we might have an interesting conversation first… regarding the future.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Pothinus lunged forward quickly and grabbed my arm, moving surprisingly quickly for someone of his girth, and yanked me along the hallway back into the same direction that he had come from.
“You don’t need to hold onto me. I’m coming with you willingly,” I pointed out as his fingers dug into my arm… the same arm that Tehran had bruised. I ruefully realized that it was still sore.
He glanced at me.
“Perhaps,” he conceded, withdrawing his arm. “But if you scream, I will kill Iras in front of you and then it will be your turn.”
He smiled a sadistic smile that made his neck rolls scrunch together. I took note of the rivulets of sweat that ran from his neck and dripped onto his clothing. The man was a pig.
“I’m sorry Tehran got killed,” I said cheerfully as we walked along.
With each step, his breathing became more and more labored. I realized that the exercise was difficult for him, considering his ridiculously enormous belly. I briefly wondered if being a eunuch contributed to a weight problem, before returning my attention to the matter at hand.
“No, you’re not,” he snarled, glaring at me.
“Yes, you’re right. I’m not,” I answered agreeably. I wasn’t sure why I was provoking him, but I couldn’t seem to help it. He was scum.
We had not encountered another person yet, a fact that was beginning to give me pause. He opened a doorway on the side of the hallway, which led to another steep set of stairs leading downward. I was correct. He had been hiding in the bowels of the building.
We made our way carefully down the stone stairs, but it was difficult as they were poorly lit. Pothinus grabbed a torch from the wall as we passed and held it in front of us to help light the way.
“Is Iras here?” I questioned again. “Where are we going?”
An earthy, musty smell clung to the inside of my nose and got stronger the further down we descended. It seemed as though I could almost hear water trickling from somewhere, but I couldn’t see where.
“Don’t worry about it,” the eunuch growled. “You’ll know when we get there.”
Apprehension began a slow build in my stomach. The further down we got, the further we got away from anyone who could help me if I needed it. The notion was unsettling at best and I quickly felt to see if my bloodstone was still hanging around my neck. And of course it was. I would have noticed if such a large rock had dropped off.
“Your queen is a nuisance,” he announced quietly as we continued feeling our way down the stairs. “Do you have any idea how long she and I have battled for the throne? She’s like a pesky fly… never giving up.”
“Is that what this is about? Have you somehow managed to cheat death… because you want the throne?” I couldn’t conceal my amazement.
“Don’t you know?” He stared at me with conceit. “I thought you knew everything.”
“Oh, I’m just a girl who’s always in the wrong place at the wrong time,” I drawled. “I don’t know everything.”
“Annen made me a promise,” Pothinus snarled. “And I intend to hold him to it.”
“Then by all means, don’t let me stop you,” I replied. “But if it concerns Egypt, just know this. Cleopatra will not give up the throne to you. She won’t do it.”
“She won’t have a choice,” he replied smugly.
“No? She would gladly die fighting you. She’ll never give up,” I pointed out. “She hasn’t given up on a single thing since she was born. It’s not in her nature. She is quite willing to fight for what is right.”
He growled again. “What is right!? Isn’t that a matter of perspective?”
“I suppose it is,” I acknowledged. “But her priority has always been what is right for Egypt. I would imagine that is far different from yours.”
“You know far less than you think you do,” he sneered as we finally neared the bottom of the seemingly endless stairs. We stopped talking as I looked around. We appeared to be in a narrow canal, musty and dark, surrounded on both sides by moss-covered stone. Murky water flowed slowly and a small dingy was moored next to us.
Pothinus shoved me toward it.
“Get in!” he demanded.
For the first time, I resisted. I stood firm as I turned to him.
“Why? Where are we going?”
He smiled at me, a frightening vision in the dark. “Don’t question me. Do you want to see Iras alive?”
I considered the situation briefly. Of course I wanted to see Iras alive. But I also knew that I needed to make it out alive, as well, so that we would get half of history right, at the very least. He saw the uncertainty on my face and took a step toward me.
“I said get in the boat,” he growled. As he spoke, I saw a glint of metal from the edge of my periphery. I hadn’t thought that he had a weapon, but I was mistaken. He had a knife. I suddenly wished that I had strapped a dagger to my thigh. Why on earth hadn’t I thought of that?
I mutely stepped into the rickety little boat and sat on the bottom in silence, the splintery sidewall scraping my back. As Pothinus stepped in, the boat rocked vicariously to one side from his massive weight. I grabbed the sides to brace myself, clenching the side until my fingers turned numb. He finally got himself situated, even though the little boat remained sunken quite a bit on his end.
He picked up a wooden oar and began rowing smoothly down the murky canal. Just a few minutes later, we came to another water-filled passageway. He rowed our boat into it and we came out on the other side in a large room, brightly lit by at least twenty torches. Cleopatra’s resplendent golden barge was floating peacefully in front of us, filling up more than half of the space with its gigantic girth.
I was astonished. I had never actually wondered where they stored the royal barge when it wasn’t in use, but now that I thought about it, of course it made sense to keep it hidden… both for the safety of the queen and because it was expensive. Her barge was plated in gold. I couldn’t imagine how they managed to float it from the harbor to beneath this lighthouse. Creating those secret canal-ways must have taken a Herculean act of engineering.
As we rowed up to it, I marveled once again at its beauty. Its extravagance was unparalleled anywhere in the world. Three times as long as an average ship, it sparkled under the gentle light of the torches. Its magnificent purple sails were tightly rolled, but the thick richness of the cloth was apparent even from my viewpoint in the tiny dingy.
Silver oars were visible on racks and a portable jeweled throne sat on the mast, in exactly the spot that Cleopatra liked to sit while the barge was rowed down the Nile. Typically, several servants dressed as sea nymphs fanned her as we sailed. Cleopatra liked to say that I was dramatic, but honestly, she was as well. She had a flair for performing- and she loved a good spectacle. And whenever we took out this magnificent barge, it was certainly a spectacle.
Tonight, a muffled voice and heavy thudding caught my attention as we got closer.
“Iras?” I called uncertainly. My voice echoed through the large room, making it seem even more desolate and remote.
The muffled yelling got louder and more frantic, a sign to me that it was, in fact, Iras.
“What have you done with her?” I demanded.
“Oh, calm yourself. You’ll see the whore soon enough.”
“She’s not a whore, you disgusting pig,” I said through clenched teeth. “Where is she?”
He ignored me, focusing instead on pulling the dingy up close to the large ship. He moored it and we climbed out, but turned abruptly to walk up the extended plank of the barge. The moment we climbed aboard, I spotted Iras.
She was bound and gagged and laying directly on the plated gold deck of the barge. Her dark eyes flashed to me and widened once she recognized me. Her body instantly went still as she waited to see what would happen.
I took a tentative step toward her, but was stopped by Pothinus’ meaty hand restraining me.
“Not so fast,” he drawled. As I watched his face, I decided that his beady black eyes hidden under the fatty folds of his eyelids made him resemble a hog ready for slaughter.
“We need to discuss the little matter of the Bloodstone.”
My heart stopped as I stared at him in shock. How did he know about the Bloodstone?
“What do you mean?” I forced out. I tried not to shudder as I stared at his face.
“I need it. And I know that you have it.”
I was speechless as I watched him carefully.
“I know what you are,” he hissed. The blood drained from my face and I stood weakly in front of him.
“And what is that?” I asked limply.
“Nevermind. I know. And I want that bloodstone. Hand it to me now and I will turn Iras over to you.”
How did he know?
My astonishment kept me rooted to the deck of the barge. My feet were concrete blocks. But there was no way I could give him the bloodstone. He would have to kill me first, although I certainly didn’t suggest that when I spoke.
“That’s not going to happen, Pothinus. And you should know that neither Iras or I are important enough to barter for it. Queen Cleopatra will not barter Egypt—not for anyone. If you took control of Egypt, it would be catastrophic. This whole little situation is futile.”
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