THE WOMAN OF WAX Sahuset has been shaping in the hold is complete. Thotmaktef and I marveled at his skill. Such figures, he explained, are useful in healing; a woman who hesitates to show a healer the site of her pain may indicate it on the wax figure without shame.
"No doubt you have had such figures before," Thotmaktef remarked, "since you speak confidently of their use."
"I have a fine one at home," Sahuset told him, "and I am sorry now that I left it behind. When I agreed to come, I did not envision treating women on the trip. Now I find that Myt-ser'eu and Neht-nefret occupy me more than all these men."
"Magicians are said to animate figures of wax and wood. I have never seen it done, I confess."
The healer smiled. "Nor will you ever see me do it."
"But could you? If you wished?"
"Am I a magician, Holy Thotmaktef?"
"You are, or so I've been informed."
The healer shrugged. "So are you. That's what the sailors say. You're forever poring over old scrolls-or so I've been informed. I don't doubt that you and Qanju know more magic than anyone else on this ship. Would you like to try to animate her? When I've finished her?"
While they spoke, I was looking at the wax woman whose arm the healer had been shaping. She blinked and looked at me, and smiled, I believe, ever so slightly. I do not know what this may mean. I HAVE SLEPT through most of the day, the woman who attends me says. Her name is Myt-ser'eu-I just asked her. She is young, hardly more than a girl. I thought her a friend at first, then my slave. She says she is no slave but my wife. I do not believe that I would take as wife a woman of a nation not my own. I cannot recall the name of my own. (Myt-ser'eu says I forget, and that this is to be expected.) Yet I know that I have a nation. It speaks the tongue in which I write, and not the tongue in which she and I speak.
The captain's wife came. She sat and asked whether Myt-ser'eu could sit down. Myt-ser'eu said she preferred to stand, as she was doing at the time. The captain's wife introduced herself with the manner of one who jests, saying her name was Tall Sycamore. When she had gone, I asked Myt-ser'eu what her own name meant. She laughed and teased me until I recalled that it is kitten. I find that it is not at all unpleasant to be laughed at by Myt-ser'eu. Or to be teased by her.
Two men of her nation came. The older, a tall, stooped man with a tame monkey, is Sahuset. The younger, as young as any of the soldiers Myt-ser'eu says are mine, Thotmaktef. He told me I had slept long and asked whether I had been awake last night. I said I had been, because I could remember the boat that brought the sun. Sahuset said he had slept a lot too, and that it was normal for those on board to do so. Our captain and crew sailed the ship, which is easy as long as the north wind holds and there is no work to do. He sat and suggested a game that is played with the fingers. I did not know how to play, so he and Myt-ser'eu taught me. Myt-ser'eu did not sit, but reclined on the deck, propped on her elbows. Soon Thotmaktef grew tired of watching and left.
When he had gone, Sahuset said, "You sat up waiting for the Red God, Latro. The Red One has said he wishes to speak with you, and you waited for him. You must wait again tonight."
I promised I would, feeling that it would be a long time before I needed to sleep.
Myt-ser'eu very sensibly asked how I was to know the Red God when I saw him. Sahuset said he took many forms. He might appear as a boar, as a water-horse, or as a crocodile. He named other animals I have forgotten. He described the great statue of the Red God in the temple to which he was once attached, in his city of Miam-a red man with the head of a wild dog.
He stood, yawned, and stretched. "Just smell this air! Isn't it wonderful?"
Myt-ser'eu made a face, but to be polite I said it was.
"The land is rising," Sahuset said. "We near my home. It can't be far to Abu."
The captain overheard him and joined us. He said, "It isn't. I'm hoping to make Abu tonight. It's a wild, foreign sort of place, from what I hear of it." He turned to me, smiling. "I know you don't remember me, Lewqys, but I'm Muslak, the oldest friend you've got."
He is older than I and far from handsome; but when I looked him in the eye, I knew what he had said was the truth. He and Myt-ser'eu are truly my friends. So too is the tall soldier from Kemet, I think. I do not think the young scribe is a friend to any of us, and although I would like to make a friend of the tall, lean healer, Sahuset, I do not feel I have done so. His cold eyes rest upon me without gladness, and dart away.
"Abu is on the southern frontier of Kemet now," he told our captain, "but Kemet extended a hundred days' travel to the south only a few centuries ago. Many families there are descended from settlers from Wast, just as I am."
Myt-ser'eu asked, "Have you cousins in Wast, Healer?"
He shook his head. "I have no family even in Miam, and certainly none in Wast."
"It's the same with me. My husband Latro's all the family I have these days, and that's only for the trip south and back. What about you, Captain?"
"A wife and three concubines, and seventeen children." He grinned. "Seventeen when I left home. There should be more now."
Myt-ser'eu laughed; she has a pretty laugh, and seems to laugh often. "You could surely spare us a few relatives. Then we'd all have families."
"I might give you a concubine," he told her, "if I had her here."
I said, "But you've a wife here. She was speaking with us not long ago."
"Right. Two wives, seventeen children, and three concubines."
A thickset man as old as the captain joined us. He must have been listening, though I had not been aware of it. He speaks the tongue of Kemet worse even than I. "In that case, one concubine must go to this kind young lady, isn't that right? I'm sure she can make use of her."
"Indeed!" Myt-ser'eu laughed again. "I'll hire her out and live on her wages."
"Women enjoy themselves frequently with other women in my country," the stranger told her, "and Lesbos is famous for it. But, Captain, I wanted to tell you that this learned gentleman is right about the land south of the second cataract. It belonged to the pharaoh. So did the mines, though the king of Nubia claims everything now."
"What kind of mines?" I asked.
"Better not to talk about that," the stranger said.
Sahuset told me, "Gold."
The stranger was chagrined. "I didn't know you knew about it."
"I didn't," Sahuset told him, "but I grew up in Wawat. I know what sort of mines were there."
Myt-ser'eu's eyes were wide. "Is gold cheap there?"
"No," Sahuset said. "The mines are exhausted, and there is no place on all the broad earth where gold is cheap." WE SPENT THE night on this ship. Myt-ser'eu and I went ashore with the captain and his wife, ate a good dinner with them, and returned here. Myt-ser'eu soon slept, but I stayed awake, looking at the harbor with its many lights and at the city behind it. There is a tower, squat but strong, on an island in the harbor, and a wall separates the harbor district from the city proper. We have not been past it-the gates were closing for the night when we arrived. The captain's helper was on the ship with me. His name is Azibaal. So were Uro of Kemet and Vayu of Parsa, who calls this city Yeb. He says that in the morning I will have to see the sagan, with the captain and another man he named. I did not know who this other man was, but did not wish to display my ignorance.
With us on the ship was my slave. His name is Uraeus. He is of Kemet, a bent, long-necked man of middle years. He had been in the hold, but came up to greet us as soon as we returned. Myt-ser'eu fears him, as I saw, though she would not confess it. Humbly, he asked permission to return to the hold, promising to come at once if I called. I agreed. I suppose he has a bed there.
Later Sahuset the Healer came on board. He wanted to speak to me away from the others, so I sent Uro and Vayu to the stern, where they chatted with Azibaal and the steersman.
"Myt-ser'eu is unfaithful to you," Sahuset told me. "Did you know it?"
I shook my head.
"She lay with Agathocles the other night."
I asked who he was.
"The man of Hellas, the wine merchant."
"The one who speaks of mines?"
"Yes, he. You had gone and she was drunk. She offered herself, and he took her."
I said, "Will he fight me for her?"
Sahuset laughed softly. His laugh is not a good one to hear by night on board a dark ship. "He has not the stomach for it, I'm sure."
I shrugged. "Then she is mine. If he touches her and I see it, there will be trouble."
"I was going to make you an amulet that would guarantee her loyalty."
"She has an amulet already," I said. "It's a bull's head. She says she got it from you."
"How do you know that? You forget everything."
I told him I had seen it around her neck while we ate, and asked what it was for.
"She has not worn it for some days. Last night it would have protected her, but it would not keep her from Agathocles. That was not its purpose."
"Protected her from what?" I asked.
"From me," announced a woman's voice behind me.
I turned to look at her. I had not known she was on the ship with us, and remarked that she had come very quietly.
"We always do."
Sahuset cleared his throat. "Latro, this is Sabra, my wife."
I told them that Myt-ser'eu said she was my wife, and asked if it were true.
"Only as long as you say it." Sabra sounded amused. Her voice makes it hard not to touch her.
"I am here," Sahuset told me, "in the hope that the Red God will visit you as he said. He did not come last night, though you waited for him. I hope that it was because I was not here. If so, he may come tonight."
Sabra said, "I am here for the same reason, though mine is less wordy. I am here because you are, Latro."
"Did I give you leave?" Sahuset sounded angry.
Sabra shook her head. "Not even leave to set foot outside my-compartment? Bedchamber? It gets terribly hot in there, bedchamber or no. I find it much more pleasant up here. With Latro."
"Someone listens," Sahuset told us.
My slave, stooped and smaller than most men, stepped from the darker darkness of a shadow. I saw the moonlight gleam on his bald head. "I was not spying upon you," he told Sahuset. "Only listening for my master's call."
I said, "This is Uraeus. Perhaps you both know him."
"They do, master. What is it you wish?"
I smiled at that. "To remember other men, as other men do."
"I cannot heal you, master. Nor can he who gave me. If we could, we would do it at once. I never forget, however, and I will be your memory whenever you permit it."
I promised I would try to remember that, and declared that he was welcome to remind me of lost memories whenever he thought it wise.
"Then I remind you that this woman is the one you watched Sahuset mold of wax."
I did not believe it, but Sabra laughed softly and said, "Found out so soon! Did you really think me flesh and blood, Latro?"
I said I had, and forbore adding that I still did.
"We lay figures can be animated by magic, as I have often been. Does that amaze you?"
"It surprises me at least," I said, and added that I should have realized she was too beautiful to be a mortal woman.
"Oh, I'm mortal enough. I would burn like a candle."
"As you soon will," Sahuset said, "if you go far on the path you have chosen tonight."
"Would I object, dear?"
Sahuset did not answer.
Sabra took my hand; hers felt soft and sticky. "Most often," she whispered, "the magicians make crocodiles. I myself was such a crocodile once. Magicians have many enemies."
I nodded and said I understood.
"Or they shape serpents to work their will. There is a serpent here, though it is not of that kind."
I said that I would kill it if she would show it to me.
"I would rather you did not. It rids the hold of rats, so it is dear-"
Sahuset interrupted her. "I did not give you life tonight. Who did? Tell me!"
"Why, this handsome soldier, of course. Did you think he had no talents?"
"He has many." Sahuset's words were shaped to hide his anger. "He's a fine swordsman."
"As if you could judge. I wake whenever he is near. He has noticed it, though he's forgotten my lingering glances." She touched me again. "Latro darling, you say Myt-ser'eu is your wife. She's a drunken wanton, as you must know. Suppose-only suppose, Latro darling-that she said she wanted no more to do with you and wished to leave. What would you do?"
"Bid her farewell," I said, "and see that she took nothing that did not belong to her when she left."
"Well spoken! You are a man indeed. May I have another supposition, darling?"
I nodded. "If you wish it."
"Then suppose that she had a certain box, a box given her by you, but a box that both you and she had called hers the whole time she was with you. Would you permit her to take it when she left?"
"Certainly," I said.
Sabra's laugh was music, soft and sweet. "One more. I may have another, I hope? Myt-ser'eu, who has been with you as your wife for all the time I have known you, is a woman of no family. Let us suppose you were minded to take a second wife, as a replacement for her or in addition to her. Which one doesn't matter. Let us further suppose that this second wife, too, was of no family. Would you reject her on that account?"
"No," I said, "not if I loved her."
Uraeus asked, "Do you love Myt-ser'eu, master?" and I assured him that I did.
"He is your slave," Sabra told me. "I will be more than a slave to you. I will anticipate your wishes and leap to obey. I will do everything you ask, no matter how distasteful. You may retain your first wife, and lie with her whenever the desire seizes you. No lightest word nor glance of mine shall reproach you, and should you wish me to fan you both, or do any other such service, I will do it gladly. I ask but one very small service in return, something you can do for me tonight and be done with."
I was curious and asked what it was.
"Cut the cord that holds her amulet, and cast the amulet into the river."
Sahuset sighed. "Shall I explain?"
I said I wished someone would.
"These images must be fed. One feeds them by anointing them with the blood of the thing they represent."
"She sleeps," Sabra hissed. "I swear no harm-"
"Latro?" It was Myt-ser'eu, with Uraeus at her side. "Have you been talking about me?"
I said that Sahuset and I wished to protect her, and had been telling Sabra that she must not harm her.
Myt-ser'eu was asking who Sabra was when a new voice, rich and soft and of the night, interrupted her.