Nick Drake - Nefertiti.he book of the dead

She turned into the shadows and disappeared. Ay strolled casually among the pillars, waiting calmly for her to return. As he passed close to me I swiftly drew the knife from his belt and held it at his throat, touching the soft, chilly skin, almost cutting it open, my arm pinning his arms behind his back. It was like holding almost nothing, he was so still. The guards came running in, but I said quietly, 'Stay back, or I will cut his head off.' Khety disarmed them efficiently.

Nefertiti returned to the lit part of the chamber. I pressed the knife blade harder against the gently pulsing vein in Ay's neck and was glad to feel, at last, a tremor of uncertainty. 'I can kill him now, or we can hold him and return to the city. Arrest him; put him on trial for treason and murder.' She looked at me sorrowfully, then shook her head. 'Let him go.'

I could not believe she meant these words. 'Who do you think had Tjenry tortured, mutilated and killed? Who do you think had Meryra burning in agony? He may not have committed the acts, he had his Chief of Physicians to do that; but he planned and incited them. And after everything he has done to you? This man has brought nothing but suffering and destruction, and you wish me to let him go? Why?' 'Because we must.'

I threw the knife away in disgust. Ay slipped free of my grasp, and with his red leather glove slapped me hard across the face. 'That is for having the temerity to touch me.' Then he slapped me again. 'And that is for having the temerity to make baseless and unprovable accusations.' I stared at him, unmoved.

'My daughter is an intelligent woman,' he continued. 'She understands.' And then he smiled. I loathed that smile.

You have everything in the world,' I said. 'Yet some fury is raging inside you, eating away until you are a hollow man. Whatever it is, it will never be satisfied.'

Ay ignored my contempt. He bent down and scooped up a handful of dust, which he studied casually. 'I never liked this place, and I doubt now I shall be buried here. Why do we need all those pretty pictures of the good afterlife? See how we depict our desperate hope for more life; rich fields and many servants to work them; great honour and position; the acquisition of wealth and property – the best the world can give, or that we can take. Yet it is all nothing but paint. We both know what happens when we die. Nothing. We are bones and dust. There is no eternal life, no Otherworld, no Field of Reeds. The sweet birds of eternity sing only in our heads. They are all stories we tell to protect ourselves from the truth. Now, if I had everything I would be able to change this dust back into life. I would buy more days and years as if they were grain, and I would live for ever. But it cannot be done. We cannot survive time. Only the gods are immortal. And they do not exist.'

He let the desert grit fall from his open hand onto the floor and turned again to Nefertiti. 'There are more practical matters requiring our immediate attention. I offer you this: return to Thebes and I will negotiate a new agreement with the different parties. You will agree to return to the old ways. You will make a public worship of Amun in the Karnak Temples before a gathering of the Priests. This will be an absolute necessity. In return, your daughters will be allowed to live. Your husband will be allowed his life, and his crown, but he will have no authority. He may remain in this ridiculous city for all I care, worshipping the noon sun and the dust like the lunatic he has become. No-one will know. He will be granted sufficient attendants to care for him.' 'And you?' 'I am God's Father. Doer of Right. I will remain.'

You are the society,' I said. 'The Society of Ashes. What an appropriate name. The men of ash.'

He smiled that calculating smile. 'It is another show. A ceremony, if you like. But it works well. Men love the power of secrets. It is interesting what they will do, and give, to know the great secret of power. Seven gold feathers from the bird of rebirth. I believe you still have one in your possession. Please pass it to its rightful owner now.' You left it there for me to find.' He nodded, as if politely accepting a compliment.

I reached into my case, found the feather, and gave it to Nefertiti. She looked at it as if now she could see the future. As if now she knew the end of the story. And it was not what she desired.

'Good,' said Ay. 'I will prepare for tomorrow. The people love you, daughter. Your strategy in outwitting your enemies was admirable. You have returned from the Otherworld. We will of course make use of this. You must become co-regent. You are a star among us lesser mortals.' 'And if I refuse this proposal?'

He laughed quietly. 'You are my child. I know you too well. Let us not waste time. I will make the necessary preparations, and await you at the palace for a public ceremony of return tomorrow. The guards will remain here to escort you back, when you come to the right decision. If you do not, they will follow my other orders. You may well guess what they are. Tomorrow is another day.' You would kill your own grandchildren?'

'Remember: there is no love, only power. As your maid knows. Don't you, Senet? You should ask her about it. And about scarabs. I like to leave my mark, you know.' He turned and left. No-one dared to speak. Senet shivered. 'He has such power,' she whispered, with loathing and misery. 'Let me tell your story,' I said, as gently as possible. She nodded. You killed Seshat.' She looked up, but did not contradict me. 'You brought her to her death. You brought down the blows upon her face. You left the scarab hidden on her body.' She continued to stare at me.

'You wore gloves to hide the damage to your hands. You let me think something was missing from the Queen's jewellery. You let me believe the scarab belonged to the Queen. But the scarab was given to you by Ay. He told you to place it on the body. He said it was his mark, his sign. He was right. He is from the dung of the earth. The lowest of the low. Yet he pushes kings and queens like suns into the light of the new day.'

Senet glanced at the Queen, who gazed at her almost compassionately.

You fulfilled his instructions. You ferried the disguised girl up the river and then, in the dark, when she was not expecting it, you hit her. She would have been badly wounded by the first blow, but it must have taken much more strength of mind, as well as body, to beat her face off.'

She looked directly at me now. 'It takes a long time to kill some-one,' she said. 'The first blow was simple. But she would not die. She kept making noises, even though she had no mouth left. I beat her until she was finally silent. It took a long time.' The chamber was silent. I continued with the story.

'She dressed in the clothes you brought from the Queen's wardrobe. She was wearing a headscarf, as required by the instructions. But you did not know, until I told you, who you had killed. You only knew it was a woman. As far as Ay was concerned it did not matter who died and who lived. But it mattered to you. You murdered and mutilated an innocent woman. Her family loved her dearly.' 'So did I,' she said, proudly. 'I loved her with all my heart.' They had been lovers. The simple words of truth. 'Please show me your hair,' I asked.

She nodded, slowly revealing a cropped head of auburn hair. Khety looked at me, understanding now. Senet spoke again, this time to the Queen. 'He knew everything. He could read my thoughts and dreams. He told me he would expose us, Seshat and me, not only to you, my Lady, but to the world. I could bear this. But then he told me he would have her killed if I did not do as he commanded. If I did not tell him everything. He told me what I had to do. He told me to take the sealed instructions and the clothes to the Harem as if they were from the Queen. A woman would be brought. And he told me what I must do. He told me we must not speak. He told me where to take her, and how to do what I was to do. What choice did I have? What would you have done?'