“And what do I have?”
She sat back as if I had slapped her. “You have me.”
I looked around my lonely pavilion, as if she could understand. “That’s it?”
“I am Queen of Egypt.” She stood swiftly. “And you are the Sister to the King’s Chief Wife! It is your destiny to serve.”
“Says who?”
“It is Ma’at!” she exclaimed.
“Is it Ma’at to tear down the temples of Amun?”
“You will not say that,” she hissed.
“Why? Because you’re afraid the gods will be angry?”
“There is no greater god than Aten! And you had better learn to accept that. In a month, the Temple of Aten will be finished and the people will worship Aten the way they worshipped Amun—”
“And who will collect the money they give as offerings?”
“Father,” she replied.
“And who will he give the money to?”
Nefertiti’s face grew dark. “We built this city for the glory of our reign. It is our right.”
“But the people don’t want to move to Amarna. They have homes in Thebes.”
“They have
I laughed meanly. “And have you seen those homes?” Nefertiti fell silent. “Have you
“How do you know?”
I didn’t answer her. I couldn’t tell her it was because Father said they would, or that Nakhtmin had said the same when we’d lain in bed together.
“You don’t know that,” she triumphed. “Come. We are eating.”
A command. Not a request.
Then, before she left, she said over her shoulder, “And we will not discuss the general again. You will remain single and in my service until Father or I choose a husband for you.”
I bit my tongue against a sharp retort.
“And when is the last time you visited the princess?” she demanded.
“Yesterday.”
“You are her aunt,” she pronounced. “It goes without saying that she wants to see more of you.”
Dinner in the Great Pavilion lasted forever and I wasn’t in the mood for Thutmose, with his talk of henna and hair and the unfashionable beards on the emissaries from Ugarit. All I could think was how, in a few days, Nakhtmin wouldn’t be able to visit my pavilion. He would have to sneak into the palace, if that was even possible, and who knew how long that would last before he was caught?
I looked across the table at Nefertiti; her child would be a prince. Without my father’s consent or the king’s, mine would be the fatherless heir to nothing. A bastard child. I watched as the servants catered to Nefertiti, and a deep longing welled up inside me when Akhenaten put his arms around her shoulders and whispered softly, “My little Pharaoh,” staring down at her round stomach.
I stood up and asked to be excused.
“Now?” Nefertiti snapped. “This early? What if I have pains? What if—” She saw my expression and changed tactics. “Just stay for a game of Senet.”
“No.”
My sister pleaded. “Not even one game?”
The courtiers in the pavilion turned to look at me.
I stayed only for a single game in Nefertiti’s pavilion, which my sister won and not because I let her.
“You should try,” she complained. “It’s not fun to win all the time.”
“I do,” I said flatly.
She laughed, getting up and stretching her back. “Only Father and I are a real match,” she said, moving to the brazier. The firelight cast her shadow across the walls of the pavilion. “He’s coming soon,” she said lightly.
“You’ve had word?”
Nefertiti heard the eagerness in my voice and shrugged. “He will be here in six days. Of course, he won’t see us move into the palace…”
But I wasn’t listening to her. In six days, I would be able to tell him about his grandchild.
“A child, my little cat.
“That I will be pregnant at the same time she is, sharing in my father’s attention?” I shook my head. “You don’t know Nefertiti.”
“But she will accept it. We will marry, and if Pharaoh is still angry, we will leave the city and buy a farm in the hills.”
I looked at him doubtfully.
“Don’t worry,
The next morning, I went to Nefertiti. She would be angry, but she would be furious if I told our father before her. She was in the Royal Pavilion, the morning light filtering through the walls and illuminating the chaos all around her: servants moving baskets, men packing heavy chests, and women gathering armfuls of cosmetics and linens.
“I need to speak with you,” I said.
“Not there!” she cried. Every person in the pavilion froze. She pointed wildly at a servant with linens in his arms. “Over there!”
“Where’s Akhenaten?” I asked.
“Already at the palace. We are moving tonight. You should be ready,” she said, which made my need more urgent. Once we moved, Nakhtmin couldn’t wander into my tent. The palace would be guarded. There would be gates and Akhenaten’s Nubian men, who were jealous of the army.
“Nefertiti.”
“What?” She didn’t take her eyes off the commotion. “What is it?”
I looked around to see who was listening, but the servants were making too much noise to hear us, so I said it. “I am pregnant.”
She was very still for a moment, so still I thought she hadn’t heard me. Then she dug her nails into my arm and pulled me painfully to the side. “You are
I said nothing and she pulled me farther away into her chamber, separated from the antechamber by hanging cloth. “Does Father know about this?” she whispered savagely.
“No.” I shook my head. “I came to you first.”