Free Tutankhamun: The Book of Shadows by Nick Drake Page B

present himself smartly. Tanefert had insisted I acquire him a few years ago, for the city’s streets had become more and more dangerous for a Medjay man like me. She claimed she wanted him as a household guard, but her real intention was for me to have more protection at work. To please her I had acquiesced. And now I could almost admit I loved the animal for his intelligence, loyalty and dignity. He sniffed the air around me, as if to divine all that had happened, and then looked me in the eye with his old, gentle challenge. I passed my hand over his mane, and he walked around me, ready to receive more attention.
    â€˜I’m tired, old man. You’ve been dozing here while I’ve been out working…’
    He moved back to his place and settled down, his topaz eyes on guard, seeing everything in the dark.
    I closed the outer door, and moved silently into the kitchen. I washed my feet, then drew a cup of water from the clay pot, and ate a handful of dates. Then I moved along the passage, and as quietly as I was able I drew back the curtain to our room. Tanefert was turned on her side, the form of her hips and shoulders like an elegant cursive upon a dark scroll, described by the light from the lamp. I took off my robe, and lay beside her, placing the leather bag by the couch. I knew she was awake. I drew close to her, put my arms around her warm body, fitted my form around hers, and kissed her smooth shoulder. She turned to me, half-smiling, half-annoyed, in the dark, kissed me, and moved into my embrace, soft and comfortable. More than anywhere in the world, this felt like home. I kissed her sleek black hair. What should I tell her of the evening’s events? She knew I rarely spoke about work, and understood my reticence. She never resented it, because she knew I needed to keep it apart, separate. But then again, she can always read me: she sees something wrong or troubling in my face, or in the way I enter a room. There could be no secrets. So I told her.
    She stroked my arm as she listened, as if calming her own anxiety. I could feel her heart beating–the bird of her soul in the green tree of her life. I finished my story, and she stayed like that for a while, quietlyconsidering everything; looking at, but also somehow beyond me, the way someone looks into a fire.
    â€˜You could refuse her.’
    â€˜Do you think I should?’
    Her silence was eloquent, as always.
    â€˜Then I will return this tomorrow.’
    I held up the bag, and shook out the gold ring into her palm.
    She looked at it, then handed it back.
    â€˜Don’t ask me to tell you what to do. You know I hate that. It’s not fair.’
    â€˜But what, then?’
    She shrugged.
    â€˜What is it?’
    â€˜I don’t know. I have a bad feeling…’
    â€˜Where?’ I reached out for her.
    â€˜Don’t be a fool. I know each day is full of dangers, but what good can come of this? Palace intrigues, and attempts on the life of the King? These are dark matters. They frighten me. But look at you: your eyes are sparkling again…’
    â€˜That’s because I’m worn out…’ I yawned extravagantly for effect.
    Neither of us said anything for a little while. I knew what she was thinking. And she knew what I was thinking.
    Then my wife spoke.
    â€˜We need this gold,’ she said. ‘And you can’t help yourself. You love a mystery.’
    And she smiled sadly, in the dark, at the implication of her words.
    â€˜I love my wife and my children.’
    â€˜But are we mystery enough for the Seeker of Mysteries?’
    â€˜Our girls will be leaving us soon. Sekhmet is nearly sixteen. How did that happen? It’s a great mystery to me how time has passed so swiftly since they were crawling and throwing up and grinning their proud, toothless smiles. And now look…’
    Tanefert slipped her hand into mine.
    â€˜And look at us. A middle-aged couple that need their