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Inside the palanquin was delightfully cool and dark; the emperor, with his hand of
tapering bony fingers, pushed aside the red linen from the window and peered
outside at the gray-ochre city which, made of the mud of the land, seemed to
excresce from the very desert itself; awash in the shimmerings of the intense early
summer heat, it presented an undesirable alternative to his present surroundings,
so that he huffed with satisfaction and returned to lolling on the divan as he
basked in the wafts of air generated by the bilqas [the slave who wields the fan ed.]. The slave, in turn, noticed that the emperor was admiring his oil-burnished
ebony skin and artful arrangement of ostrich feathers in his tiara; he therefore did
not exert himself in fanning, knowing that he had found favor, and that he would
perforce exert himself in other ways at another, not-too-distant time.
A small girl, whose prominent, full-lipped mouth and graceful form betrayed her as
the offspring of the emperor, also peered out the window, and cried "Isn't the city
beautiful, father?" Her father unindulgently waved the question away. The girl
looked perplexed, but then a shadow of cognizance crossed her young eyes.
The palanquin and its train bypassed the market area (to the emperor's intense
relief) and entered the palace via the Women's Road, as was the custom. There
was, he noted, little traffic awaiting admittance at the mouth of the Men's Road,
by which officials and dignitaries entered the palace for audience. More and more
it was so; to it, as to his daughter, he waved his saturnine hand, an action which
the servants perceived with amusement.
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Once again the daughter made solicitation: "Papa, will I see Mama tonight?"
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The emperor gathered himself up, as he did with all weighty questions, and said
with an irritated sigh, "Not tonight, Nefrakiron. She is more ill than she has been;
only I will visit her."
"Will she live, Papa?"
"Of course," he chuckled, "do you not believe in me?" But the girl balked when she
saw that he wasn't speaking rhetorically. "Do you not believe in your own Papa?" he
repeated emphatically. But he did not compel her to answer, seeing that she
would not defy him at that time.
After they had arrived, and Nefrakiron was escorted by the maidservants to her
quarters, the emperor Ikhnaten received the three dignitaries in the main hall. His
throne stood higher than all structures in the room, and was carved from a single
piece of marble; this gleaming, austere masterpiece was surmounted by an image
of the sun, of a piece with the rest, which extended upward directly behind the
emperor's head. To ensure that it's brilliance was not diminished in any way, the
divans on which courtiers were required to sit (now mostly empty these days) were
draped over with red and black linens and brocades; the walls were smeared with
ash; and the few braziers present were relegated to the far corners and kept
burning at a subdued rate. All in all, the effect was one of crude imbalance; the
artistry of the throne stood incongruous in the deliberately dreary surroundings.
The dignitaries were from Nubia, Forawa, and Sao. They gave the required
greeting: "Hail O Ikhnaten, vice-regent on Earth of Ra, the One and Only True God,
all-seeing, all-pervading." Their business was prosaic, as far as Ikhnaten was
concerned, although they themselves were somewhat agitated. Apparently, a
trade caravan in which their nations were represented had visited the imperial city
recently after securing an agreement guaranteeing trade in the market; however,
the caravan was not received officially (it had entered the gates of the city
unaccosted by any vigil), and, having arrived in the market, found no servants of
the palace's office of commerce awaiting to complete the transaction; what was
worse, they pointed out, was that a number of the slaves, perceiving what had
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occurred, successfully revolted and escaped with some of the ostrich feathers and
ivory in their possession. There had been no imperial gendarme to impede them.
Having heard their complaint, Ikhnaten considered briefly and replied, "The office
of the minister of commerce is indefinitely closed; we will have to review your
complaint at a later time." The three ambassadors cried out immediately, saying
that they wished to terminate all agreements with the emperors courts, but that
they also demanded restitution, as his minister had been unable to complete the
transaction, and had not, moreover, alerted the caravan prior to it's entrance in
the city. Ikhnaten nodded almost imperceptibly, and the three ambassadors
suddenly found spear-points hovering at their throats. "We are not violent here;
but we will do what is necessary to defend ourselves," the emperor intoned in an
emotionless voice. "Please remove yourselves from the city in a peaceable fashion,
that you will not come to harm. By your wishes all contracts between you and
ourselves are void." The ambassadors left grumbling and vowing a furtherance of
the issue.
Ikhnaten tidily brushed his linen garments in a gesture of satisfaction and
announced: "It appears that official business has thankfully concluded early on.
The daily audience likewise." Thus, the courtiers (only seven today) were
dismissed, and it remained to his praesidium to escort him to his private
chambers, located beneath the palace, where he now spent all of his hours. The
praesidium now numbered only three, and these because of either their moral
turpitude or their extreme bravery; for it was the custom at that time among the
commoners to bury their dead, and the subterrene was regarded as the rightful
territory of the dead alone; hence, to enter underground chambers was to risk
contact with supernatural entities. The bilqas accompanied them with the greatest
trepidation, this being his first visit; he knew the emperor well enough that no
overt invitation (which would have caused embarrassment) was necessary.
They descended a staircase whose antiquity obviously stretched far beyond the
date of the building of the recently constructed palace. Like all of the ancient
stairwells, it had been made when primordial lineage of humankind was more
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apparent in his physical makeup, and his gigantic stature still echoed his descent
from the Nephilim; hence, the steps required two strides to cross before
descending to the next. The bilqas was using all of his might to suppress the
instinct to panic; moreover, he did not even wish to consider the circumstances of
the construction of such a passage, wherein someone had purposed to penetrate
the realms of the dead. Ikhnaten had never been of such a mindset, and when he
had first chosen the site of the construction of his new palace and his laborers
excavated the entrance of the stairwell, he busied himself in discovering its
origins. The priests of Amen, whose explanations, in the absence of general
literacy, were generally regarded as authoritative, were initially reticent; but
finally, under his pressure, relented enough to inform him that they knew it to
date from one of the first dynasties, before the revelations of religion. Disgusted
by this mundane explanation, Ikhnaten descended to the stairwell in exploration;
after some hours, he returned, and shortly thereafter began to espouse the new
religion of the single God Ra, with himself as the god's incarnation on earth.
At last they entered the chamber at the bottom, whereat the bilqas swooned
away; laughingly one of the praesidium revived him by spitting on him. All of them
remembered their first sensations of awe when they beheld the chamber. Unlike
the manmade buildings of the upper world, which were always made of mud-brick,
the interior of the chamber (none had ever seen its exterior, and they assumed it
to be contained by earth) was made of a shimmering metal, similar to gold, but
much harder; it was harshly illuminated by lights which, like a series of tiny suns,
hung without source or support near the ceiling; while along the floor of the room
were several rows of oblong compartments, roughly six feet in length and three in
width, standing four feet tall; they were made of the same metal as the walls. As
they walked amongst them, the bilqas saw that the upper facets, hinged in the
middle so that one could lift one half at a time, were constructed of a clear hard
substance which he had never seen before, and which permitted him to see that
the structures were tanks of fluid - some of them otherwise empty, and a few
containing indistinct, quivering forms that he dared not behold too long. Ikhnaten,
noting his perusal of the objects, ran his delicate hand along the top of one and
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said, "This is called glass, friend. When Ra sends the lightning into the desert, it is
thereby created."
Then, seemingly from nowhere (as there were no obscured areas within the
chamber), they were approached by a kind of dwarf, or so the bilqas assumed; he
thought also, because of its hairiness and darkness of complexion that it may have
been one of the tribes-people said to inhabit the regions at the source of the Nile,
who had been described to him as black and animal-like. The more he considered
her (since the personage in question was topless, he was able to determine her
gender by her ancient sagging dugs), the more horror and disgust he felt; not only
did she wear only a tattered loincloth, but her entire form was covered with thick
hair; moreover, he mouth parted like a dog's or baboon's. She addressed Ikhnaten
in a voice never intended for human speech: "Hail Ikhnaten, incarnation of the one
and only true God Ra; preserver of our holy sanctuaries; disseminator of morals
among the people." Ikhnaten replied, "Greetings to you Zima; as you can see, we
have a new friend here today." To which she in turn replied: "All are friends, all
are brothers in the sight of Ra who is the source of all which is holy." And they
both in unison muttered "Praise his name."
Without further ado, she led them to a specific tank, and the bilqas was permitted
to look inside. Quite distinctly he could see the empress Nefertiti lolling in the
fluid, her eyes closed, and her mouth creased in sorrow. Ikhnaten said the bilqas,
"Come friend, and see; and you will know, if you are not already convinced, of the
superlative glory of Ra." Zima lifted the half of the glass pane over Nefertiri's
lower quarters, and gingerly examined the empress's groin; all were able to see
the twofold set of genitalia, both male and female, which it contained. However,
Zima shook her head. "The penis is not quite completed; another fortnight."
"Will she be able to ejaculate?" Ikhnaten hopefully asked. "I see no testicles."
"Do not worry," Zima chuckled. "Is not Ra all providing?" And again, all of them,
from the habit of fear, recited an affirmative formula.
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Zima closed that half of the pane and lifted the other, so that Ikhnaten could
address Nefertiti. "My beloved," he said, bending close to her, "how are you
tonight?"
Nefertiti's eyelids fluttered and she responded in a pained whisper. "My brother,
my sickness is such that I feel that I'm dying; my pain is unending."
"Do not say it, for you know it to be untrue; even now Ra effects a cure." And
Nefertiti, in spite of the incongruity, also lapsed into panegyric.
Zima closed the panel and intoned: "Soon she will be complete, as Ra has ordained
that his incarnation shall be provided with a suitable mate. O Ikhnaten, when this
happens, no more shall you worry about the fortunes of the empire, for at that
union the universe shall be perfected." She suddenly curled her thin lips over her
formidable teeth and with a piercing hiss leapt past them and thrashed with such
swiftness that it was several moments before the bilqas realized that she had
killed a small animal. She remained on her hands and knees on the floor, with the
animal's neck in her mouth; blood streamed in all directions. Then, satisfied that it
was dead, she conveyed it to...the bilqas never saw, nor did any of them know:
her exit, as always, was as her entrance.
"It was she," Ikhnaten said the bilqas, "who first demonstrated to me the existence
of Ra and my status as his incarnation. You cannot see her coming and going; but I
can see it in my mind, for she alternates between here and the celestial abode
directly; of which, being its transmuted substance, I experience directly, even as I
experience these present surroundings."
"And what is happening now in the celestial abode?" the bilqas asked.
"Only peace, as always," Ikhnaten softly replied, perhaps not perceiving the
sarcasm.
The two of them went, as the praesidium loitered, to a door which the bilqas had
not noticed before. Ikhnaten opened it and they entered a cubicle which was
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perfunctorily furnished with a divan and a few pillows. They seated themselves
and Ikhnaten wrapped his arm around his servant's waist. "Tell me," he said, "the
truth: do you truly believe in Ra and his incarnation?"
"Oh yes, yes!"
"That is very good, because it is simply the truth. I don't know how you could not
believe after what you have seen today."
"Have no doubt that I believe."
Ikhnaten laughed happily, and began stroking his servant about the arms and ears.
"Do you have a girlfriend here in the city?"
"Not here in the city, sire, but in my village I have several girlfriends."
"Are you the kind of man who pleases women?"
"These women have always found me pleasing."
Ikhnaten sighed. "When I was young I wished to be such a man; for I was sickly, and
this circumstance in turn inclined me to scholarship and religious devotion."
"I'm sure many women found you handsome, but you didn't realize it!"
"What kindness! I'm so glad we have this opportunity to speak in private. But I'm
afraid that I know that truth about myself; I am not pleasing to women.
Fortunately, as I am in fact a god, the thought doesn't harass me; but still, I
delight in meeting men who, like you, were more fortunate than myself in that
regard." He leaned forward and kissed the bilqas delicately on the mouth - twice,
three times, and the servant could feel him, with each kiss, inserting his tongue to
a greater extent, but ever so slightly; the bilqas responded in kind.
"But the room is getting very hot," Ikhnaten said. He deftly doffed his linen robes
and then tenderly removed those of his companion. Again, he sat down and began
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coddling him. "To be pleasing to women is one of the greatest gifts of Ra, because
the union of man and women is the ultimate grace. Have you not heard this in my
matitudinal liturgies of Khepsra [the equivalent of Saturday. - ed.]?"
"Of course, each week."
"And do you know what is more abhorrent to Ra, beyond any other sin? Beyond
murder? Beyond calumny?"
"Y-yes, sire, it is unnatural acts." The bilqas was, as the reader might expect, very
uneasy by now; if he and the emperor were to couple, as seemed likely, he wished
it to happen soon and be rid of this perverse dialogue.
"Yes, it is unnatural acts; it is when a man forgets his natural state and behaves as
a woman, inviting other men to enter him carnally."
The bilqas said nothing; his cool exterior belied the frenzy of terror and disgust
within.
Ikhnaten resumed his intimacies; when he discovered that the bilqas, who had
been rendered flaccid by fear, did not respond as he had hoped, his face reddened
with such a rage as the poor servant had never seen. "So it often is with you
dandies and ladies' men," he hissed, "that you consider yourself my superior - I who
am God! I had a suspicion that your flattering words were only that; perhaps you
should keep in mind, since you are so proud, that not all of the studs who have
visited this chamber have shielded their minds from the truth as have you. My
praesidium!"
And upon his outcry the praesidium entered and promptly held the bilqas to the
floor. "Please sire!" he bawled. "You are mistaken! A few more moments and I
would have been ready to perform."
"'Ready to perform?'" roared Ikhnaten. "So you want to play the woman; very well,
have a foretaste of the gehinnom [equivalent of Hell in the cult of Ra - ed.] which
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awaits you at Ra's behest!" Wherewith the emperor, inflamed with hate and lust,
sodomized the screaming servant, thrusting as brutally as possible until he had
deposited his discharge. After he had withdrawn and cleaned himself with the
bilqas' linen garments, he ordered the praesidium to take him away and allow the
palace leech to attend to his wounds; for he was bleeding from the anus. Before
this happened, he spoke a few words to the wretch: "My son, please consider what
you have done, its consequences, and the mercy of Ra. Do not forget to come to
the midweek ceremony, even though I have made it optional for the servants,
where your sin can be absolved. For even though the sin which you have
committed is that which is most abhorrent in the sight of Ra, all sins can be
forgiven by God." And the praesidium, sniggering at this all-too-familiar diatribe,
led the bilqas away.
Ikhnaten remained in the underground chamber in the company of Zima and
Nefertiti; the praesidium did not venture to guess as to what occupied them until
they came and escorted him to his bedchambers in the palace above.
***
Nefrakiron, Ikhnaten's daughter, breathed more easily when
she, having ascended to the rooftop of the palace, she found
no vigils waiting to impede her. They, like the others, had
all gone away. It was no use, she thought, in pretending that
they would not very shortly be abandoned altogether, at
which point their murders were certain; moreover, she
believed her mother to have died. She herself had been
cured of an illness in the chamber beneath when still a
toddler, and she retained memories of its horrors.
She climbed into one of the turrets which stood at intervals
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"Even the villages have priests; are you the daughter of one
in your village?"
"No, no!"
"'No, no!'" the other youth mocked. "Not only are you
wearing the linen of a priest's daughter, but you're speaking
the Kullu dialect [the dialect of the high castes - ed.]."
Nefrakiron began to half-run, half-walk, fearing that they
would pursue her. They did not, but their lewd invitations
did; "Kilaab!" she muttered to herself [loosely translates as
"scumbags" - ed.].
Presently, after much wearingly aimless wandering, she
stumbled unexpectedly on the central market area, which
she recognized in the gloom by the Great Ra temple whose
massive bulk she had somehow failed to see at any point
from the vantage point of the depths of the labyrinthine
residential districts. Most of its traders were still present,
although they had wrapped their wares in tanned hides and
placed them under their carts, atop which they would sleep
once they had concluded their evening meal. Nefrakiron
found herself unexpectedly tantalized by the smell of onions
and bread being broiled directly in braziers, or even cruder
fires; she disingenuously approached two old women thusly
preparing their meal and asked for some.
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"Stop it, that's enough," Partria said. "She can't help her
upbringing. Why are you out here, anyway? No, I know:
many Kullu children do this if they get a chance - they want
to see how the other half lives. In fact, you're not the first
whose eaten of our onions."
Nefrakiron, for the first time since leaving the palace, felt a
sense of security; she hoped to remain with Partria and not
return, if possible.
"And don't mind Arwa - she is very poor, and naturally she is
resentful; but I will not permit her to abuse you further, and
tonight you will even be able to see that she also has her
humanities, for I am going to invite you to our apartment."
Nefrakiron looked to Arwa in anticipation of protest, but she
continued to eat placidly, apparently hearing nothing.
With the meal concluded, Partria and Arwa gathered their
remaining saleables and the three were on their way. After
an extended walk through the residential quarters which
again left Nefrakiron utterly disoriented, they entered a
building where lights could be seen flickering. They entered
a small chamber where, in the dim light of barely burning
brazier, slumbering forms could be discerned on the floor.
Once Nefrakiron's eyes had become accustomed the gloom,
she saw that a shrine to Amen, the Bird-headed One, was
affixed to the wall; moreover, the remains of candles and
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swooned.
She awoke to the sounds of gurgling water, a softly
strummed cythera, and equally soft and melodious girlish
laughter. As her vision cleared, she saw that she was still in
a grotto of some sort, but one with a wide berth which was
dully illuminated by patches of glowing fungus on its walls.
She was being tended to by a young woman whose hair was,
amazingly, yellow as corn, and whose skin was the color of
the belly of a crocodile, with strange ruddy blemishes.
Instinctively, Nefrakiron, whose world was overwhelmingly
populated by the swarthy folk of southern climes, reached
out to touch these stipples; the young woman uttered a
contrived little laugh and indulged her charge, saying,
"They're only freckles, young lady."
"Where am I?" Nefrakiron said, disconcertedly noticing that a
crowd of the girls who congregated aimlessly here and there
about the grotto were studying her intently. Only a few had
the Nilotic features of her folk in the world above; the rest
shocked her by their unfamiliar features. Some had the
appalling lack of color as her caregiver; others jet hair and
sallow skin; while others still were as black as night with
heads plumed by shocks of wool. All of them were roughly
the same age as Nefrakiron, and likewise possessed of
incipient nubility.
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