Desert God

by Wilbur Smith

  I realized then that I must look for her in some place that would live up to her sentimental expectations of love. If there had been a cabin on the Breath of Horus I would have hurried to it, but our river galleys are small, utilitarian fighting ships, stripped down for speed and manoeuvrability. The crew sleep on the bare deck, while even the captain and his officers have only a reed awning for a night shelter. This was not rigged at the moment, and so there was no place aboard where they could be hiding.

  Karnak and the palace were half a day’s travel away. The slaves were only now erecting our tents on one of the small inshore islands that had been set aside to give our party privacy from the common herd of humanity. It was remiss of the slaves to be so tardy, but they had been caught up in the festivities. In the torchlight I could see that a few of them were more than a little unsteady on their feet as they struggled with the guy-ropes. They had not yet erected Lostris’ personal tent, so the luxurious comforts of carpets and embroidered hangings and down-filled mattresses and linen sheets were not available to the lovers. So where then might they be?

  At that moment a soft yellow glow of torchlight farther out on the lagoon caught my attention. Immediately my intuition was aroused. I realized that, given my mistress’s connections with the goddess Hapi, her temple on its picturesque little granite island in the middle of the lagoon would be exactly the place that would draw Lostris irresistibly. I searched the beach for some means of reaching the island. Although there were shoals of small craft drawn up on the shore, the ferrymen were mostly falling-down drunk.

  Then I spotted Kratas on the beach. The ostrich feathers on his helmet stood high above the heads of the crowd, and his proud bearing marked him out.

  ‘Kratas!’ I yelled at him, and he looked across at me and waved. Kratas was Tanus’ chief lieutenant and, apart from myself, the firmest of his multitude of friends. I could trust Kratas as I dared trust no other.

  ‘Get me a boat!’ I screamed at him. ‘Any boat!’ I was so distraught and my tone so shrill that it carried clearly to him. It was typical of the man that he wasted not a moment in question or indecision. He strode to the nearest felucca on the shore. The ferryman was lying like a log in his own bilges. Kratas took him by the scruff of the neck and lifted him out bodily. He dropped him on the beach, and the ferryman never moved, but lay in a stupor of cheap wine, twisted in the attitude that Kratas had dumped him in. Kratas launched the craft himself and, with a few thrusts of the punt pole, laid alongside the Breath of Horus. In my haste I tumbled from the tower and landed in a heap in the bows of the tiny craft.

  ‘To the temple, Kratas,’ I pleaded with him as I scrambled up, ‘and may the sweet goddess Hapi grant we are not already too late!’

  With the evening breeze in the lateen sail we were whisked across the dark waters to the stone jetty below the temple. Kratas secured the painter to one of the mooring-rings, and made as if to follow me ashore, but I stopped him.

  ‘For Tanus’ sake, not mine,’ I told him, ‘do not follow me, please.’

  He hesitated a moment, then nodded, ‘I will be listening for your call.’ He drew his sword and offered it to me, hilt first. ‘Will you need this?’

  I shook my head. ‘It is not that kind of danger. Besides, I have my dagger. But thank you for your trust.’ I left him in the boat and hurried up the granite steps to the entrance of the temple of Hapi.

  The rush torches in their brackets on the tall entrance pillars threw a ruddy, wavering light that seemed to bring to life the bas-relief carvings on the walls and make them dance. The goddess Hapi is one of my favourites. Strictly speaking, she is neither god nor goddess, but a strange, bearded, hermaphroditic creature possessed of both a massive penis and an equally cavernous vagina, and bounteous breasts that give milk to all. She is the deification of the Nile, and the goddess of the harvest. The two kingdoms of Egypt and all the peoples in them depend utterly upon her and the periodic flooding of the great river which is her alter ego. She is able to change her gender or, like many of the other gods of this very Egypt, take on the shape of any animal at will. Her favourite guise is that of the hippopotamus. Despite the god’s ambiguous sexuality, my mistress Lostris always considered her to be female, and so do I. The priests of Hapi may differ from us on this view.

  Her images upon the stone walls were vast and motherly. Painted in hectic primary colours of red and yellow and blue, she beamed down with the head of a kindly river-cow, and seemed to invite all of nature to be fruitful and to multiply. The implied invitation was most inappropriate to my present anxiety. It was my fear that my precious charge might even at this moment be availing herself of the goddess’s indulgence.

  A priestess was kneeling at the side-altar, and I ran to her, seized her by the hem of her cape and tugged at it urgently. ‘Holy sister, tell me, have you seen the Lady Lostris, daughter of the grand vizier?’ There were very few citizens of Upper Egypt who did not know my mistress by sight. They all loved her for her beauty, her gay spirit and her sweet disposition, and they clustered around her and cheered her in the streets and marketplaces when she walked abroad.

  The priestess grinned at me, all wrinkled and toothless, and she laid one bony finger on the side of her nose with such a sly and knowing expression that all my worst fears were confirmed.

  I shook her again, but less gently. ‘Where is she, revered old mother? I beseech you, speak!’ But instead she wagged her head and rolled her eyes towards the portals of the inner sanctum.

  I sped across the granite flags, my heart outrunning my frantic feet, but even in my distress I wondered at the boldness of my mistress. Although as a member of the high nobility she had right of access to the holy of holies, was there another in all of Egypt who would have the nerve to choose such a place for her love tryst?

  At the entrance to the sanctum I paused. My instinct had been right. There they were, the two of them, just as I had dreaded. I was so obsessed by my own certainty of what was taking place that I almost yelled aloud to them to stop it. Then I checked myself.

  My mistress was fully clad, more so than was usual, for her breasts were covered and she had spread a blue woollen shawl over her head. She was kneeling before the gigantic statue of Hapi. The goddess beamed down upon her, bedecked in wreaths of blue water-lilies.

  Tanus knelt beside her. He had laid aside his weapons and his armour. They were piled at the door of the sanctuary. He was dressed only in a linen shift and short tunic, with sandals on his feet. The young couple were holding hands, and their faces were almost touching as they whispered solemnly together.

  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 alw
ays 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

  Power of the Sword

  Rage

  A Time to Die

  Golden Fox

  Birds of Prey

  Monsoon

  Blue Horizon

  The Triumph of the Sun

  Assegai

  The Ballantyne Series

  A Falcon Flies


  Men of Men

  The Angels Weep

  The Leopard Hunts in Darkness

  Thrillers

  The Dark of the Sun

  Shout at the Devil

  Gold Mine

  The Diamond Hunters

  The Sunbird

  Eagle in the Sky

  The Eye of the Tiger

  Cry Wolf

  Hungry as the Sea

  Wild Justice (UK); The Delta Decision (US)

  Elephant Song

  Those in Peril

  Vicious Circle

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