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ncluding mute swans； three types of goose； numerous varieties of duck； and lark； bustard； partridge and quail； were roasted； baked or grilled； marinated in wine or wild honey； or stuffed with herbs and spices from the Orient。 The aromatic smoke from the fires and the smell of cooking was savoured by the crowds of beggars and moners at the palace gates； and by those who lined the far bank of the river； or filled the feluccas in mid…stream all vying for a closer view of the festivities。
To entertain the guests there were musicians and jugglers； acrobats and animal trainers。 Maddened by the uproar； one of the huge brown bears broke its chain and escaped。 A party of Hyksosian nobles； led by Lord Trok； pursued it through the gardens with drunken shouts and slew the cringing animal on the riverbank。
King Apepi was titillated by the suppleness and athleticism of two of the Assyrian female acrobats： so he picked up one under each arm and carried them； kicking and squealing； from the dance floor into the private quarters of the palace。 When he returned he confided to Taita； 'One of them； the pretty one with long curls； was a boy。 I was so surprised when I discovered what he had between his legs that I almost let him escape。' He roared with laughter。 'Luckily I did not； for he was by far the most succulent of the two。〃
By nightfall most of the guests were drunk or so stuffed with food that few could stand when Lord Naja and his brides retired。 As soon as they were in the private apartments Naja called for the nursemaids to take Merykara to her own quarters。 'Treat her gently；' he warned them。 'The poor child is asleep on her feet。'
Then he took Heseret by the hand and led her to his own sumptuous apartments； which overlooked the river。 The Nile's dark waters were spangled with the reflection of the golden stars。
As soon as they entered the chamber； Heseret's handmaidens took her behind the screen of bamboo to remove her wedding dress and jewellery。
Covering the marriage bed was a sheepskin that had been bleached shining white。 Lord Naja inspected it carefully； and when he was assured of its perfection he went out on to the terrace and inhaled deeply the cool river air。 A slave brought him a bowl of spiced wine； and he sipped appreciatively。 It was the first he had allowed himself all evening。 Naja knew that one of the most vital secrets of survival was to keep his wits clear in the presence of his enemies。 He had watched all the other guests drink themselves into a pitiful state。 Even Trok； in whom he placed so much trust and confidence； had succumbed to his animal nature…Naja had last seen him puking copiously into a bowl held for him by a pretty Libyan slave girl。 When he had finished Trok had wiped his mouth on the girl's skirts then lifted them over her head； pushed her down on the grassy sward and mounted her from behind。 Naja's fastidious nature had been offended by this display。
He returned to the chamber as two slaves staggered in； bearing between them a cauldron of hot water； in which floated lotus petals。 Naja set aside the wine bowl and went to bathe。 One of the slaves dried and braided his hair； while the other brought him a clean white robe。 He dismissed them and returned to the marriage bed。 He lay upon it； stretched out his long； elegant limbs and rested his braided head on the gold…inlaided ivory headrest。
From the far end of the chamber came the rustle of clothing and feminine whispers。 Once he recognized Heseret's giggle and the sound aroused him。 He propped himself up on one elbow and looked across at the bamboo screen。 The gaps in it were just large enough to afford him tantalizing glimpses of pale smooth skin。
Power and political aspiration were the main reasons for this marriage； but they were not the only ones。 Although he was a warrior by trade and an adventurer by disposition； Naja had a voluptuous and sensual nature。 For years he had watched Heseret surreptitiously； and his interest had increased at each stage in her journey towards womanhood； from infancy through gawky girlhood； and then that tantalizing period when her breast buds had bloomed and the puppy fat had melted away； to leave her body delicate and graceful。 The smell of her had changed too： whenever she was close he had detected the faint sweet musk of womanhood； which enthralled him。
Once when out hawking Naja had e across Heseret and two of her friends collecting lotus blooms to plait into garlands。 She had looked up at him as he stood above her on the riverbank； and her wet skirts had clung to her legs so the skin shone through the fine linen。 She had brushed the hair off her cheeks with an innocent gesture that was nevertheless intensely erotic。 Even though her expression had remained serious and chaste； the slanted eyes had hinted at a sly； lascivious streak in her that had fascinated him。 This revelation had lasted only a moment before she had called to her friends and splashed to the bank then raced away across the grassy field towards the palace。 He had watched her long wet legs glinting； the round buttocks oscillating and changing shape beneath the linen skirt； and suddenly his breath had e short and fast。
At the memory his loins stirred and quickened。 He longed for her to e out from behind the screen； but perversely he wanted to delay the moment so that he could savour the anticipation to the full。 It happened at last。 Two of the handmaidens led her out； then slipped away quietly leaving her standing alone in the middle of the floor。
Her nightrobe fell from her throat to her ankles。 It was of a rare and precious silk from the eastern lands； creamy in colour and so fine that it seemed to float around her like river mist； stirring with every breath she took。 There was an oil lamp on a tripod in the corner behind her； and the soft yellow light shone through the silk； highlighting the curves of her hips and shoulders so they shone softly as polished ivory。 Her bare feet and her hands were dyed with henna。 Her face had been washed clean of makeup so the young blood beneath the flawless skin delicately rouged her cheeks； and her lips trembled as though she were on the point of tears。 She hung her head in an appealingly girlish manner and looked up at him from under lowered lashes。 Her eyes were green； and his blood thrilled again as he detected that same wicked glint in them that had originally intrigued him。
Turn round；' he said gently； but his throat was as dry as if he had sucked the juice from a green persimmon。 She obeyed him； but with a dream…slow movement； rolling her hips； her belly gleaming softly through the silk。 Her buttocks undulated； round and lustrous as ostrich eggs； and the shining tresses of her hair swayed。
'You are beautiful。' His voice caught。 Now a hint of a smile lifted the corners of her lips； and she wet them with the tip of a tongue that was as pink as that of a kitten。 'I am glad that my lord regent finds me so。'
He rose from the bed and went to her。 He took her hand； which was warm and soft in his。 He led her to the bed； and she followed him without hesitation。 She knelt upon the white sheepskin and hung her head so that her hair veiled her face。 He stood over her and leaned forward until his lips touched it。 She exuded the elusive fragrance of a healthy young woman in the first flush of physical arousal。 He stroked her hair and she looked up at him through the dark curtain。 Then he parted the tresses and cupped her chin with one hand。 Slowly； teasing himself； he lifted her face。
'You have eyes like Ikona；' she whispered。 Ikona was his tame leopard： the beast had always frightened and fascinated her。 She felt those same emotions now for he was as sleek and feline as the great cat； his eyes yellow and implacable。 With a woman's instinct she sensed the cruelty and ruthlessness in them； which evoked in her emotions that she had never before experienced。 'You also are beautiful；' she whispered； and it was true。 In this moment she realized that he was the most beautiful creature she had ever known。
He kissed her and his mouth startled her。 It tast