II
The
marketplaces of Alexandria were always bustling, but more so during the summer
months, when the city experienced an influx of tourists. Guarded carts beneath
lavish canopies displayed exquisite jewellery, the traders protected from the
harsh rays while their golden necklaces and platinum rings glinted in the
sunlight and awaited inspection by the wealthy. Most of the tented stands sold
trivia instead, which included things like small, decorated chests, exotic
idols of Ancient Egyptian gods and goddesses, models of the pyramids, and various
talismans and charms of questionable function and quality.
For those uninterested in the copious, shiny
trinkets, souvenirs such as scrolls of papyrus or tablets inscribed with
hieroglyphs held more appeal. Regarding more practical purchases, the curious
wanderer could choose to browse through the vast selection of local garments
woven from soft cotton, or perhaps sample the many spices characteristic of the
Middle East. This was seemingly the intent of the two Caucasian young men who
strolled through the various stalls and ignored the cries of the numerous
vendors, making directly for the large burgundy tent of such a spice merchant.
The shade it offered brought relief from the
sun’s intensity, but did little to alleviate the dry heat of the climate. One
could even argue the air inside the tent was more stifling than outside,
considering the wafting scents that dominated the air, but most would agree the
cuisine prepared for the appraisal of perusing patrons served to create an
enticing, rather than oppressive, ambience. While the black-haired member of
the pair tightly gripped his briefcase and wrinkled his nose at the pungent
aroma of a nearby bowl of cayenne pepper, the red-haired individual stepped
closer to an attendant to watch the man’s demonstration of which spices were
incorporated into the tomato sauce used together with garlic vinegar to top a
dish of lentils mixed with rice and pasta. The former noticed the latter’s
fascination and drew alongside him.
‘We have business to conduct,’ he reminded
his companion.
Only once the attendant finished his demonstration
and allowed those gathered to ask questions, did the redhead turn to his friend
and consent to being lead towards the back of the tent. ‘That dish is called kushari and is considered by many to be
the national dish of Egypt!’
The black-haired young man smiled and shook
his head good-naturedly. ‘We can try some after we’re finished here.’ They
stopped in front of two guards clad in Oriental armour, deadly scimitars
hanging at their sides. Unfazed, he turned to his slightly more intimidated
companion and joked, ‘It feels like we’ve been transported back to the nineteenth century, wouldn’t you agree?’ before addressing the guards with a firm, ‘Seth
Black and Ross White. We have an appointment.’
The guards wordlessly moved aside. Seth
nodded in thanks and stepped through the hanging strings of alternating claret
and cyan beads that acted as a screen. Ross followed more timidly, warily
eyeing the two guards beyond the screen before stopping dead in his tracks.
Many handsome artefacts were scattered
across the room in which the pair found themselves, some, openly lying on a
gorgeous ebony desk, others, on display in cabinets. Yet the regal figure in
the middle of the room rendered them all diminutive and insignificant. Her
glossy hair, a natural wave as black as midnight, curled down to her shoulders.
A coronet rested upon her head, its strings of gold embellishing her hair and
fringe. Malachite pigment painted her eyelids, brows and lashes green, while
ochre rouged her cheeks. Gilded scarabs of turquoise and amethyst acted as
earrings.
A garment of scarlet accentuated by gold and
teal covered her breast and upper back, but she kept her abdomen and lower back
exposed, revealing skin as smooth as polished jade and as radiant as refined
copper. Intricately designed bands of gold inlaid with turquoises adorned both
of her upper arms, while individual bracelets of garnet, peridot, amethyst, and
orange topaz decorated her wrists.
The delicate jewellery was certainly grand,
and the noble lady’s striking countenance was more than enough to make a man’s
heart race, but neither were her most prominent feature. What captivated the
boys was that instead of legs, she possessed the lithe body of a lioness.
Though she stood with her front legs, her
hind legs were folded, allowing her to rest in a half-sitting position. Save
for a teal cloth tied around what served as her waist, the two ends outside the
knot hanging down to her legs, her lower body needed no ornamentation, for no
precious metal or stone could rival such lustrous fur. Her tail slowly swished
back and forth in approval of the uninhibited admiration.
The duo recovered at about the same time,
but observing his friend’s hesitation, Ross bowed and spoke for both of them.
‘Your Illustrious Grace, we apologise deeply for staring. We had expected your
moniker to be a symbolic representation of your determination and wisdom alone;
we could not possibly have anticipated “The Sphinx” was intended literally
too.’
The Sphinx rose from the crimson rug upon
which she had rested and moved to the desk between her and the friends.
Returning to her half-sitting position, she gestured at the two chairs before
them. ‘Your ingratiation pleases me. You may approach.’ The young men obliged, and
she poured each a cup of mint tea, adding milk but leaving them to add their
own cane sugar. While they did, she carefully scrutinised each in turn, much to
their discomfort, before addressing them. ‘You have been granted the distinct
honour of making my acquaintance. As is customary, you may now demonstrate your
gratitude.’
Seth, attempting but failing to mask his
nervousness, pushed his tea aside and pulled a pouch from his breast pocket. He
opened it and cautiously poured twelve small diamonds onto the desktop. ‘A
dozen G-colour diamonds with slight inclusions to the first degree. All are
round brilliant in shape and weigh at least a carat, but total more than sixty
thousand dollars in value.’ After receiving a pointed look from Ross, he
hastily added, ‘As befits the Scintillating Gem of the Desert, whose majesty
cannot be matched by any mundane jewel.’
The Sphinx picked up the loupe resting on
her desk and began a quiet examination of each individual diamond. In the
meantime, Seth opened his briefcase and produced the certificate for each,
placing them on an open space to his left. In the silence that followed, he
found himself discreetly sniffing the air scented by the Sphinx’s perfumed body
oils. She smelled of iris and hyacinth for the most part, but her hands in
particular carried the unique fragrances of rose and violet.
Her examinations soon complete, the Sphinx briefly
yet thoroughly scanned the certificates to verify their legitimacy and laid
them down again. ‘Your tribute has proven satisfactory.’ She allowed Seth to
return the diamonds to the pouch, which he then placed on the pile of
certificates, before concluding, ‘You have my attention.’
Seth nodded but cast a backwards,
disapproving glance at the guards. Reinitiating eye contact with the Sphinx, he
said meekly, ‘Most esteemed lady, fairest mistress of the sands, we are forever
grateful.’ He cleared his throat before continuing. ‘The matter on which my
companion and I have come to seek your venerable counsel is a sensitive one. I
humbly request that only your noble ears hear of our plight.’
‘Do you not trust the integrity of my
servants?’ she asked, her voice steady and placid, yet conveying unmistakeable
displeasure. ‘Do you perhaps believe that I do not consider the confidentiality
of my dealings with clients of the utmost importance?’
Visibly distressed, Seth replied, ‘She Whose
Generosity Puts All Other Hosts to Shame, I would never dare insult you so! Your
august presence inspires awe even in the most hardened of souls. I merely meant
to express my inability to do anything but marvel at such an imposing display
of power. We are your modest guests for as long as we have the privilege of
your interest.’
She regarded him impassively for a moment
before conceding, ‘Very well.’ She raised her hand and dismissed her guards
with a flick of the wrist, leaving only the two outside the room. Once they had
left, she asked, ‘What is it that you desire?’
‘May I speak candidly, Magnanimous Queen of
the Savannah?’
‘You may.’
Seth shared a look with Ross, who politely
sipped his tea, and blew out a shaky breath. ‘We seek the whereabouts of that
which grants eternal life. We seek the Fountain of Youth.’
For the first time since the start of the
encounter, emotion entered the Sphinx’s expression, fleeting however it might
have been. ‘You seek that which does not exist.’
Sharing another, more worried look with Ross, Seth insisted, ‘With
respect, Loveliest Sight Which the Eye Can Behold, we have been told
otherwise.’
The Sphinx flicked her tail. ‘Perhaps you
should review the reliability of your source. Or do you mean to imply you
suspect me of dishonesty?’
Hardly making eye contact, he responded, ‘We
have scoured the globe for any and all information pertaining to the fountain’s
location, and through the sheer luck of a fortunate happenstance, we learned of
Your Most Enlightened Ladyship. Truly, there can be no worthier guardian of the
Fountain of Youth. We ask that you test us and impart this most sacred of
knowledge, should you deem us deserving.’
‘You are bold, Seth Black. What folly has
possessed you that you should consider yourself even remotely “deserving” of
such a blessing?’
‘Wisest of All Protectors, humanity has ever
been an arrogant race. It is through your hallowed judgement alone that our
worthiness may be ascertained. We beseech you to reconsider your stance.’
Silence reigned. When it seemed the Sphinx
would refuse to answer, Seth let his dejected gaze drop to the ground. Ross,
witnessing this, placed his cup on its saucer, visibly gathered his courage,
and ventured, ‘Most Astute Warden, is it not your ancestral duty to assess the
intelligence and bravery of those who find their fates resting in your just
hands?’ Though he’d started trembling, he persisted, ‘Were three correctly
answered riddles not the toll for passage in ancient times?’
The Sphinx suddenly grew very still. An
observer might think she was about to pounce, and indeed, it seemed the two
boys were silently offering prayers to whichever deity they thought most likely
to show them mercy. But to their immense relief, she inclined her head in the
slightest of nods. ‘If you insist on the old customs, then it will be so. May
Thoth watch over you, for an incorrect answer will render your lives forfeit.’ Seth
and Ross both breathed slowly and nodded their assent, prompting her to say, ‘A
golden sun rises high in the sky that bears the Divine Will. What is sought in departure?’
To their anguish, she then overturned an hourglass beside her loupe, afterwards
resting her hands on the table, one over the other.
‘Seth, I need paper,’ Ross demanded
instantly. Staring at the flowing sand, he remarked, ‘We have a few minutes.’
Seth quickly snatched a notebook and pen from his briefcase and handed them
over. Ross folded the cover open and grimaced. ‘It’s empty.’
‘Now is not
the time,’ Seth whispered through his teeth.
‘Sorry!’ Ross replied and immediately
recorded the riddle. Always keeping a close eye on the hourglass, he added
notes at a frenzied pace. Seth followed his progress without a word. ‘Hah!’
Ross exclaimed two minutes later, writing his answer at the bottom of the page
and underlining it twice. He grinned at Seth and the Sphinx before evidently
recalling the gravity of the situation and recovering his composure. ‘Dazzling
Beauty of Egypt, the answer to your riddle is chrysolite. In the Book of
Exodus, it is mentioned as being the second crystal in the Breastplate of the
Ancient High Priest, which would place it in the centre of the top row. Its name
means “stone of gold” in Greek and was found primarily on Topazos Island, the
name of which in turn means “to seek”.’
The Sphinx made no response and simply
waited for the sand to reach the bottom of the hourglass. ‘From the end comes
the beginning,’ she continued. ‘From filth, sanctity takes flight. What rolls?’
Again, she turned the hourglass on its head and reassumed her pose.
‘This is an easy one,’ Ross whispered to
Seth, turning the page and noting down the riddle. ‘It helps that we have a context.’
He barely made any annotations before announcing, ‘Precious Treasure of the
Mediterranean, your riddle’s answer is the scarab. It lies its eggs in a ball
of dung, on which the larvae feed upon hatching. It is for this reason that it
was considered a religious symbol of Ra’s journey across the sky and his
subsequent rebirth to begin the journey anew.’
So little time had passed, the Sphinx
flipped the hourglass again to let it run out more quickly. If she was
impressed, her stony gaze showed no sign of it. When the sands stilled, she
said, ‘Dark Slayer of the Serpent, Favoured by the Judge, the Lord of the Red
Desert battles, poisons, and maims the Lord of the Black Soil. Which forked
tail steals the eye?’ She overturned the hourglass without looking away from
the two.
As before, Ross transcribed the riddle
without delay, grinning in glee at the challenge it posed. Seth, however,
remained motionless in his chair as he stared at the Sphinx. His skin had gone
dreadfully pale and he seemed sick to his stomach. Only when he didn’t respond
to one of his friend’s urgent questions did Ross realise something was amiss.
‘What?’ he asked, looking uncomprehendingly from Seth to the Sphinx and back.
‘What’s wrong?’
Even the Sphinx herself appeared faintly unnerved
by the look of pure horror. ‘Speak your mind,’ she commanded.
‘Set.’ Seth offered no further explanation
and rose, promptly dashing from the room.
Ross stared after him in open-mouthed shock.
He looked at the notebook and made only a few notes before saying, ‘Oh.’ He
regarded the Sphinx with eyes as cold as her own. ‘You have mortally offended
him.’
Her voice a menacingly low growl, she
replied, ‘You speak dangerously, Ross White. Choose your next words with care.’
Ross was indifferent to the threat. ‘May I
speak plainly? I imagine our grovelling must have become tedious.’
The Sphinx’s tail flicked to and fro, but
she otherwise remained aloof. ‘You may style me as you did at first.’
‘Very well, Your Grace,’ Ross complied, his
frown indicating he would have enjoyed applying sarcasm to the title. ‘The
riddles you posed us are undoubtedly spontaneous products of your extraordinary
intellect, as is apparent in—’ Ross paused to stare at the returning Seth and
made to question him, but the latter waved his hand dismissively and reclaimed
his seat, suddenly showing great interest in his tea. Looking back to the
Sphinx, Ross resumed more slowly, ‘As is apparent in the sources of your inspiration.’
He gestured first at her bracelets and then at her earrings. ‘Chrysolite is
another name for peridot, and the scarabs are self-explanatory.
‘Similarly, Your Grace chose Seth’s name as
the inspiration for your final riddle, since it is a variation of “Set”. This
deity is depicted as accompanying Ra on his solar boat to repel Apep, the
Serpent of Chaos, for which he holds Ra’s favour during the conflict with
Horus. Furthermore, Set and Horus are respectively known as the Lords of the
Red and Black Land, and their struggle for the throne of Egypt is legendary.
During this struggle, they engage each other in combat, sex, and mutilation.
The Set animal is recognised by its forked tail, and the Eye of Horus
represents a large number of concepts, although it was literally one of Horus’
eyes that Set removed. After restoring what each took from the other, their
feud ends and Horus ascends to the throne.
‘This conflict is the chief cause of Set’s
demonization, and why likening Seth to his namesake has upset him so. Having
studied the origin of his name, he recognised the details immediately.’ Ross
stopped to catch his breath and used it as an opportunity to glance at Seth,
who had finished his tea but avoided looking at either members of his company.
Facing the Sphinx again, Ross concluded, ‘If Your Grace’s sources of
inspiration are so obvious in hindsight, why choose them at all?’
‘I do not maintain a habit of creating
riddles,’ she replied, once again exhibiting her signature calm. The sand in
the hourglass trickled to a stop. ‘It is your own presumptuousness that lead to
your friend’s distress.’
‘Your Grace,’ Ross said uncertainly, ‘I do
not understand.’
‘Which variety of sphinx do you consider me
to be?’
‘Egyptian, of course.’
‘And which variety of sphinx tells riddles,
devouring those who answer incorrectly?’
Humiliation washed over Ross’ features.
‘…Greek. Your Grace, I am terribly—’
The Sphinx raised her hand, silencing him.
‘You have wasted enough of my time already; do not waste more of it with a drab
apology. Guards.’
The two young men gasped and looked
fearfully behind them as the two guards outside entered the room. ‘Your Grace!’
Ross exclaimed.
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