XXII
Pharaoh Senusret II stood over her
father’s old desk. Once again he was the hailed Pharaoh. But,
from her seat in the back of the room, Asenath could see a glimpse of
the worn man from the night before.
Reziya sat to her right slowly rocking
the baby. The two of them had become quite attracted, and Asenath was
glad for the help.
Has it really only been a couple of
hours since he died?
After crying herself to sleep in the
guest bedroom, she had slept for about five hours.
Time to work, not cry.
Joseph and Senusret, both dressed in
their official clothes, leaned over documents and talked in hushed
tones.
“This is a nasty business if you
ask me,” Joseph declared.
Asenath wanted to ask why. But, here, she
was only to speak if spoken to.
“Yes,” the Pharaoh agreed.
“He left no last wishes or anything. His death was rather
unexpected. Thank the gods that at least his tomb is done.”
“That is good.”
“Now, we have to get mourners and
embalmers and give his possessions to his legal heir. And for all
those things we need a priest. Since he is a priest, we need the high
priest. But, one problem.”
Joseph grinned a little.
“He WAS the high priest! So, before
we can do anything, I have to appoint a new high priest! I don’t
even know who would be qualified!” He rubbed his temple and
shook his head.
“We should ask the man that was
closest to him. Asenath, who would that be?”
She was caught by surprise, but she knew
how to not show her emotions. “That would probably be his
scribe. They were good friends.”
“Wise idea, Zaphenath-paneah. Call
in the scribe.”
Unfortunately, the scribe turned out to
know nothing of importance to the situation. The Pharaoh was
obviously aggravated.
“Is there anybody
else?”
Asenath thought for a moment. “Well,
you could ask Quibilah, his wife.”
“Go get her.”
“Me, sir?”
“Yes, you! This better work!”
Asenath gracefully exited the room.
Though she was much changed, she had not lost her noble gait. Once,
she had been the princess, the Vision of Egypt. Now, she was much
more. If a stranger came to Egypt, he or she might think that she was
the Queen of Egypt. Even in this time of pain, she had an air of calm
leadership. She willed her heart to beat steadily.
With Elohim, I will approach my mother
without fear.
She found her mother in her private
chambers. Her mother was sitting on a stool with her back to Asenath,
facing the rising sun. A sole beam of light penetrated the dim room.
It crossed her mother’s stool and cast a long shadow on the
floor.
Asenath paused for a moment, considering
what to do.
Get it over with.
“Mother?”
Her mother slowly turned her head.
Asenath wanted to scream. It had only
been five months since she had seen her mother. So much had changed.
Her bones stuck out like a skeleton with shin hanging on it. Her
cheeks, though sunken before, now were sunken so much that Asenath
could see the clean outlining of her facial bones. Her eyes were
puffy and red from crying. Otherwise, those same eyes were lifeless.
“Asenath? My daughter?”
“Yes, it’s me.”
“What do you want?” Her voice
shook with emotion.
“I want to talk with you. But, not
now. Pharaoh Senusret asks for you.”
“Mmm. Of course he does. He
probably wants all our money to use for that vizier’s silly
projects.”
Asenath suppressed her thoughts.
“Oh, I forgot. Zaphenath-paneah is
your husband. My condolences. At least you married well.
That’s all she ever cared about.
“Come now, it’s not the time
to be cynical.”
“Humph.” The woman’s
iron attitude melted. Her lip quivered. “Why can’t he
just leave the mourning in peace?”
Asenath wasn’t sure if she wanted
to comfort her or soundly reprimand her for being foolish. “Here,
take my arm and I will help you to the office.”
Under normal circumstances, Quibilah’s
pride would have kept her from this. But, her body was weak from lack
of sleep, food, and peace. “A dying woman does need some help,”
she thought to herself. “Come here, girl.”
Asenath rushed to her side. Quibilah
leaned against her daughter, placing her bony fingers on Asenath’s
forearm. They were ice cold and shaking slightly.
“Let’s see what he wants.”
Silently, they walked down the halls arm
in arm. Asenath couldn’t think Of anything to say. It had only
been five months. Five months! Yet, it felt like five years.
What could they talk about? Her father’s
last words of hatred? Her new heretical faith? How could there be
healing in so much pain?
They reached the office. Quibilah hastily
let go of Asenath’s arm and straightened her posture. Her
mother’s whole attitude changed from mourning to stern
resolution.
“Asenath, you look positively thin.
Go to the kitchen; get some food. A pregnant woman shouldn’t
starve herself.”
“What!” Asenath exclaimed,
eyes wide.
“I have ways of knowing things. We
will talk.” She reached out to open the door.
“Wait,” Asenath grabbed her
arm. “Don’t tell Jo…Zaphenath-paneah. I’m
really not sure yet, and I want to wait a bit to tell him.”
“Would I be so indiscreet?”
Yes.
“Just promise me you won’t
tell him.”
“If you insist. Now, shoo.”
Asenath nodded and started towards the
cooking room.
How could she have known?
Asenath had only been sitting outside the
kitchen eating a meal cake for about ten minutes when Reziya burst
through the door, still clutching Manasseh. She was out of breath and
smiling wide. Offhandedly, Asenath noticed that she was missing one
of her back teeth.
“Is everything alright?”
Reziya giggled like a little girl.
“Alright? Everything is wonderful. I mean, I felt bad when the
old master died, all coughing up blood, but now! I just can’t
wait! You’ll take me with you, of course. And let me be his
godmother?” Reziya looked expectantly.
“I don’t know what you are
talking about. Is this a way to talk in a time of mourning?”
The nurse dropped her eyes. “I
suppose not, but when Mistress Quibilah told me…”
Asenath groaned. “She told you!”
“Yes, ma’am. Why wouldn’t
she? That is…”
My mother.
“Shhh!” Asenath commanded,
looking warily at the slaves tending the nearby herb garden. Some had
stopped working to listen to the conversation. “Sit by me and
put Manasseh in my lap. Yes, like that.”
Though confused, Reziya obeyed orders.
Good, faithful Reziya.
She spoke in hushed tones. “I’m
not even sure about this yet. And I haven’t told my husband or
anybody else, for that matter. This is a solemn secret until I give
you the word. Understand?”
Reziya nodded.
“This is very serious. If you tell
anybody, I will… you will not be the godmother.”
The nurse gulped. “Yes, my lady.”
A breeze rustled Manasseh’s soft
hair. “Let’s take a walk before it gets to the heat of
the day.”
Asenath lay in bed, shivering, alone.
Her father was dead, her mother was
spying on her, she was pregnant, Joseph had been too busy all day to
even see her.
She tried to think of a story of Elohim
that would help, but failed.
Elohim? Where are you?
A crack of light illuminated a strip of
the room as Joseph entered. His face was drawn and tired, masked by
shadows. After taking off his outer robe and wig, he fell into bed.
He’s had a long day too.
“How did it go?” she asked.
Joseph pulled her closer. “Not so
good.”
“Why?”
“Your mother is a shrewd woman.”
My mother again.
“How so?”
“She tried to keep Amnon from
getting any inheritance. I worked hard, but he will only get the
horses.”
“That’s it? He was
Potipherah’s first-born son!”
“Mmm. She seemed to think that
since he didn’t live up to his potential, he doesn’t
deserve much.”
Asenath rolled her eyes. “And since
I married the vizier, I lived up to my potential.”
“Apparently.”
The cheat.
They laid in silence, studying the dark.
“Good-night, my love.”
“Good-night.”
Joseph easily drifted off to sleep.
Asenath lay awake reanalyzing everything
in her mind.
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