by Wilbur Smith
They came again to Qebui, the Place of the North Wind, where the river on which they had travelled such an enormous distance joined the other mighty stream rushing down from the mountains in the east to become the true Nile. Qebui was little changed since they had last seen it, except that the irrigated fields surrounding the town were more extensive, and herds of horses and cattle grazed on the green pastures closer to the mud walls of the town. The sudden appearance of a large fleet of strange ships threw the garrison and the townsfolk into consternation and dismay. Only when Meren showed himself on the prow of the leading vessel and called out his friendly intentions did Governor Nara recognize him.
‘It is Colonel Meren Cambyses!’ he shouted, to the captain of his archers. ‘Do not fire upon them.’
Nara embraced Meren warmly as soon as he stepped ashore. ‘We had long given up hope of your return so, in the name of Pharaoh Nefer Seti, we bid you the warmest possible welcome.’ Nara had never met Tinat. The expedition led by General Lotti had passed through Qebui long before he had assumed the position of governor. Of course he knew of the expedition, and accepted Meren’s explanation of Tinat’s status as its surviving commander. But while they were conversing on the riverbank Nara kept looking to the moored boats as though he was expecting someone else to appear. At last he could contain himself no longer and burst out, ‘Forgive me, good colonels, but I must know what has become of the mighty magus, Taita of Gallala, that extraordinary man.’
‘The story I have to tell you is so strange and marvellous as to defy all imagination and belief. But, first, I must bring all my people ashore and see to their needs. They have been in exile for many years and have made a long, difficult and dangerous journey to reach this outpost of the empire. As soon as this duty is done, I will make a full and formal report to you, which you will, of course, relay to Pharaoh’s court in Karnak.’
‘I beg your forgiveness.’ Nara’s innate good manners reasserted themselves. ‘I have been wanting in my hospitality. You must bring them ashore at once, then refresh and restore yourselves before I press you further on the story of your travels.’
That evening, in the assembly hall of the fort, Nara held a banquet of welcome for Meren, Tinat and their senior captains. It was also attended by his own staff and the notables of the town. When they had eaten and drunk, Nara rose to address them, and made a fulsome speech of welcome. He ended by begging Meren to relate to the assembled guests the story of their sojourn in the foreign lands to the south. ‘You are the first to return from those mysterious uncharted regions. Tell us what you discovered there. Tell us if you reached the place were our Mother Nile is born. Tell us how it happened that her waters dried up, then came to flow again in such sudden abundance. But tell us, above all, what has become of the magus, Taita of Gallala.’
Meren spoke first. He described all that had befallen them since they had last passed that way so long ago. He told them of how they had reached the headwaters of the Nile at Tamafupa and found the Red Stones impeding the flow of the river. He went on to relate how they had been rescued by Tinat and taken by him to the kingdom of Jarri, where they had gone before the Supreme Council of the oligarchs.
‘Now I will call upon Colonel Tinat Ankut to relate the fate of the expedition led by General Lord Lotti, how he and his surviving men reached Jarri, and the conditions they found there.’ Meren gave the floor to Tinat.
As was his style, Tinat’s account was terse and without embellishment. In blunt soldier’s terms, he described the original establishment of the Jarrian government by Lord Aquer in the reign of Queen Lostris. Then he told of how it had been turned into a ruthless tyranny by the mysterious sorceress Eos. He ended his recitation with the stark statement, ‘It was this sorceress, Eos, who used her black magic to erect the rock barrier across the tributaries of the Nile. Her purpose was to subdue Egypt and bring it under her thrall.’ Pandemonium broke out as the listeners expressed their indignation and shouted questions.
Nara jumped to his feet to intervene but it took him some time to quieten them. ‘I call upon Colonel Meren to take up the tale again. Please hold your questions until he has finished, for I am sure he will provide the answers to many of your concerns.’
Meren was a far more eloquent speaker than Tinat, and they listened in fascination as he described how the magus, Taita of Gallala, had entered the stronghold of Eos to confront her: ‘He went alone and unarmed, but for his spiritual powers. No one will ever know of the titanic struggle that must have taken place when those two adepts of the mysteries were locked in supernatural conflict. All we know is that, at the end, Taita triumphed over her. Eos was destroyed and her evil kingdom with her. The barriers she had erected across our Mother Nile were brought down so that now her waters run again. You have only to look out at the river as it flows past this town of Qebui to see how it has been revived by Taita’s powers. With the help of Colonel Tinat our people who had been kept captive in Jarri all these years were released. They sit with you this evening.’
‘Let them stand forth!’ Governor Nara cried. ‘Let us look upon their faces so that we may welcome our brothers and sisters back to our motherland.’ One after another the captains and other officers of Tinat’s regiment came to their feet, gave name and rank, then ended with the declaration ‘I attest to the truth of all you have heard this evening from our revered leaders Colonel Meren Cambyses and Colonel Tinat Ankut.’
When they had finished Nara spoke again: ‘We have heard many wonders related this evening, sufficient to fill us with awe. However, I know I speak for all present when I ask one more question that burns in my mind.’ He paused dramatically. ‘Tell us, Colonel Cambyses, what has become of the magus, Taita? Why is he no longer at the head of your company?’
Meren’s expression was solemn. For some time he stood in silence as though at a loss to explain it. Then he sighed heavily. ‘It is indeed my most sad and painful duty to have to tell you that the magus is no longer with us. He has disappeared mysteriously. Colonel Tinat and I have searched diligently for him at the site where he vanished, but to no avail.’ He paused again, then shook his head. ‘Although we were unable to find his body, we discovered his clothing and horse. His tunic was stained with his blood and so was his saddle. We can only attribute his disappearance to some malevolent supernatural occurrence, and conclude that the magus is dead.’
A groan of despair greeted his words.
Governor Nara sat still, his face pale and sad. At last, when the noise in the hall abated and all looked to him, he came to his feet. He began to speak but his voice failed him. He rallied himself and began again.
‘These are tragic tidings. Taita of Gallala was a mighty man and a good one. I will send the news of his demise to Pharaoh Nefer Seti with a heavy heart. In my capacity as governor of the nome of Qebui I shall cause to be erected on the banks of the river a monument to the achievement of Taita of Gallala in restoring the flow of the life-bringing waters of Mother Nile to us.’ He was about to say more, but shook his head and turned away. When he left the banquet hall, the guests followed him out in small groups and dispersed into the night.
Five days later the population of the town and the voyagers from the south assembled again on the spit of land that stood at the confluence of the two branches of the Nile. The monument that Governor Nara had erected there was a column hewn from a single block of blue granite. On it was carved an inscription in beautifully executed hieroglyphics. The masons had worked day and night to have it ready for this day.
This stone was erected in the name of Pharaoh Nefer Seti in the twenty-sixth year of his reign over the Two Kingdoms, may he be blessed with life eternal!
From this point departed the revered magus, Taita of Gallala, on his historic adventure to reach the headwaters of Mother Nile and to restore the flow of her blessed waters for the benefit of the Egyptian empire and all its citizens.
By virtue of his spiritual power he succeeded in this dangerous enterprise. May he be praise
d unstintingly!
Tragically he perished in the wilderness. Although he will never return to our very Egypt, his memory and our gratitude to him, like this granite stela, will abide for ten thousand years.
It is I, Nara Tok, governor of the nome of Qebui in the name of Pharaoh Nefer Seti, the Great One beloved of the gods, who have written these words to his praise.
Gathered around the granite monument in the early-morning sunlight, they sang praises to Horus and Hathor, and beseeched them to take the spirit-soul of Taita into their safe-keeping. Then Meren and Tinat led the company to the waiting boats. They embarked and set off again in convoy on the last long leg of the return, another two thousand leagues through the six great cataracts and into the fertile lands of Egypt.
With the Nile running so high, the cataracts were long white chutes of tumultuous water. However, the Jarrian boats were designed for precisely these conditions, and Meren was a skilled river pilot. Unseen, Taita stood at his elbow to guide him when he faltered. Between them they brought the flotilla through without loss or serious damage.
Between the fifth and second cataracts the river meandered out into the western desert in a huge loop that added almost a thousand leagues to the journey. The relay riders that Governor Nara had sent ahead of them had a lead of five days, and were able to cut across the bight of the river, taking the direct overland caravan route. The despatches they carried were read by the governor of the nome of Assoun many days before the flotilla descended the first cataract into the valley of Egypt. From that point on the voyage became a triumphal progress.
On both sides the land was inundated with the life-bringing water. The peasants had returned to their villages to work the fields and already their crops were green and flourishing. The population rushed to the banks as the boats sailed past, waving palm fronds. They threw jasmine blossoms into the current to float down with the flotilla. They wept with joy, shouting praise and adulation to the heroes returning from the dark, mysterious southern reaches of the earth.
At each city they came to the travellers were welcomed ashore by the governor, the nobles and the priests and led in joyous procession to the temple. They were feasted, fêted and showered with flower petals.
Taita and Fenn went ashore with them. Fenn was seeing the land she had once ruled for the first time in her present life. No one in Egypt would have recognized either her or Taita in their present form, so Taita dispensed with the spell of concealment behind which they had hidden for so long. Nevertheless they covered their faces with their head-cloths, so that only their eyes showed, and mingled freely with the crowds.
Fenn’s eyes shone with wonder and joy as she listened to Taita describing and explaining all that she saw about her. Until then her memories of her other life had been hazy and fragmentary, and even they had been restored to her by Taita. However, now that she stood at last upon the soil of her native land, everything rushed back to her. Faces, words and deeds from a century before were as clear in her mind as though only a few short years had intervened.
At Kom Ombo they beached the boats below the massive walls of the temple complex. Gigantic images of the gods and goddesses were chiselled into the sandstone blocks. While the high priestess and her entourage came down to the riverbank to welcome the travellers, Taita led Fenn through the deserted corridors of the temple of Hathor to the dim, cool inner sanctuary.
‘This is where I first looked upon the image of your spirit-soul in your present form,’ he told her.
‘Yes! I remember it well,’ she whispered. ‘I remember this place so clearly. I remember swimming down to you through the sacred pool. I remember the words we exchanged.’ She paused as though rehearsing them in her mind before she spoke again: ‘Fie on you that you do not know me, for I am Fenn,’ she repeated, in a sweet childlike treble that wrung his heart.
‘That was exactly the tone you used,’ he told her.
‘Do you recall how you replied to me?’ He shook his head. He remembered clearly but he wanted to hear her say it.
‘You said…’ She changed her voice to mimick his. ‘I knew you all along. You are exactly as you were when first I met you. I could never forget your eyes. They were then, and still are, the greenest and prettiest in all Egypt.’
Taita laughed softly. ‘How like a woman! You never forget a compliment.’
‘Certainly not such a handsome one,’ she agreed. ‘I brought you a gift. Do you recall what it was?’
‘A handful of lime,’ he answered at once. ‘A gift beyond price.’
‘You can pay me now. My price is a kiss,’ she said. ‘Or as many kisses as you deem fair.’
‘Ten thousand is the figure that springs to my mind.’
‘I accept your offer, my lord. I will take the first hundred at once. The rest you may pay me in increments.’
The closer they drew to Karnak, the slower their progress became, impeded by the joyous population. Finally, royal messengers arrived, riding hard upriver from Pharaoh’s palace. They carried orders to the commander of the flotilla to make all haste and present himself at the court of Karnak forthwith.
‘Nefer Seti, your grandson, was never a patient boy,’ Taita told Fenn, who laughed excitedly.
‘How I long to see him! I am delighted that he has ordered Meren to hasten. How old will Nefer Seti be now?’
‘Perhaps fifty-four years, and Mintaka, his queen and principal wife, is not much younger. It will be interesting to see what you make of her, for in character she is much like you, wild and headstrong. When aroused, she is almost as ferocious as you are.’
‘I am not sure if you mean that as a compliment to us or an insult,’ Fenn responded, ‘but of one thing I am certain. I shall like her, this mother of my great-grandchildren.’
‘I divine that she is in turmoil. She is still held in the coils of Eos and her false prophet, Soe. Although Eos is destroyed and her powers dissipated, Soe still has her in his clutches. To set her free will be our last sacred duty. After that you and I will pursue our own dreams.’
So they came to Karnak, that city of a hundred gates and countless splendours, all of which had been restored by the returning waters. The crowds there were denser and more boisterous than any they had met so far. They poured through the city gates, and the sound of drums, horns and shouting made the air throb.
On the royal wharf stood a welcoming committee of priests, nobles and army generals, clad in their robes of office and accompanied by entourages who were almost as splendidly attired.
As soon as Meren and Tinat stepped ashore, the horns blew a ringing fanfare, and a great shout of acclaim went up from the multitudes. The grand vizier led them to the pair of splendid chariots that stood ready for them. Both vehicles were covered with gold leaf and precious stones so that they sparkled and shone in the bright sunlight. They were drawn by perfectly matched teams of horses from Pharaoh’s own stables, one milky white, the other ebony black.
Meren and Tinat sprang up on to the footplates and whipped up the teams. They drove wheel to wheel in the royal way, between the ranks of stone sphinxes, two heroic figures in their warlike armour and accoutrements. An escort of mounted cavalry preceded them, and a company of the Royal Guard ran behind. The voice of the crowd burst over them like a tempest.
Far behind, Taita and Fenn followed in their disguise, making their way on foot through the surging, shifting throng until they reached the palace gates. Here they paused, joined hands and shrouded themselves in the spell of concealment to pass between the palace guards into the great royal audience hall. They stood aloof from the dense press of courtiers and dignitaries that filled the space.
On the raised dais at the far end, Pharaoh Nefer Seti and his queen sat side by side on their ivory thrones. Pharaoh wore the blue war crown, Khepresh: it was a tall headdress with flanged sidepieces adorned with discs of pure gold and, on the brow of the helmet, the uraeus, the entwined heads of the cobra and the vulture, the symbols of the Upper and Lower Kingdoms. Pharaoh w
ore no cosmetics and his torso was bare, showing the scars of fifty battles, but the muscles of his chest and arms were still sleek and hard. Taita examined his aura and saw that it was brave in endeavour and steadfast in duty. Beside him, Queen Mintaka also wore the uraeus, but her hair was streaked with silver, and her features were etched with the marks of mourning and sorrow for her children. Her aura was confused and forlorn, riven by doubt and guilt. Her misery was deep and desolate.
Before the royal thrones Colonel Meren Cambyses and Colonel Tinat Ankut were spreadeagled face down in loyal obeisance. Pharaoh rose to his feet and lifted one hand. A deep hush fell over the assembly. When he spoke, his voice echoed among the tall sandstone pillars that rose from their plinths to the high, painted ceiling.
‘Be it known through both of my kingdoms and throughout all my foreign dominions that Meren Cambyses and Tinat Ankut have found great favour in my eyes.’ He paused and his grand vizier, Tentek, knelt before him and offered a silver tray on which lay a scroll of papyrus. Pharaoh took and unrolled it. He read from the parchment, in a ringing voice, ‘By these presents, let all men know that I have elevated Lord Tinat Ankut to the nobility, and donated to his dignity one river unit of fertile land along the banks of the Nile below Esna.’ A river unit comprised ten square leagues, an enormous extent of arable land. In one stroke Tinat had become a wealthy man, but there was more. Nefer Seti went on, ‘From henceforth Lord Tinat Ankut shall be ranked a field general in my army of the Upper Kingdom. He shall have command of the Phat Legion. All this by my grace and magnanimity.’
‘Pharaoh is merciful!’ shouted the congregation in one voice.
‘Arise, Lord Tinat Ankut, and embrace me.’ Tinat stood to kiss Pharaoh’s bare right shoulder, and Nefer Seti placed the deeds to his new estate in his right hand.