Nefertiti (38 page)

Authors: Nick Drake

Tags: #Mystery, #Historical Novel

Khety and I stood together on the jetty while Nakht's boat was under-going its final preparations. The city was emptying. The dock was a mess of boats and cargoes, but a new sense of purpose seemed to have taken hold. People knew, once more, what they could believe in. For my part, I could not wait to leave the terrible delusion of this place.

'Find your family, Khety. Go home. Stay in touch. I'm sure we'll meet again.'

He nodded. 'And you yours. That's what matters now.' 'Thanks. And keep trying for a child.' 'We will.'

He smiled. I liked him.

'We will look back upon all this one day over a good wine from the Dakhla Oasis.'

He nodded again, and embraced me. How strange these partings, when words will not suffice.

So I stepped away upon the Great River that carries us all to our different destinations and destinies. As the boat pulled off from this strange, unreal land, Khety stood watching and occasionally waving, growing smaller and smaller until, finally, as we sailed away around the great curve of the river, he and the city of Akhetaten disappeared. I wondered for a moment if I would ever return, and if I did, what I would find. Then I looked ahead, towards Thebes.

Of the journey home I have little to say except that it was too slow, the north wind helping us against the ever-opposing current. I had no patience, and I could not sleep. My heart beat too fast. I saw the unchanging world pass by: the long, luxurious light of dusk upon the marshes; the shadowy and magnificent papyrus groves; the cattle drinking at the water's edge; the women washing pots and clothes in the river; the children playing with nothing, using their imaginations, then waving and calling with open delight as we passed; the sky always the same great blue, the fields the same green haze, turning now to gold; the moving water with its endlessly changing hues - silvers, viridians, greys, ambers; and the blackness of the unknown depths below our passing keel.

I recalled sailing in the opposite direction all those days before, with this journal almost empty, and with no knowledge of how things would turn out. And as I sit here now, in the dawn light, as we approach the great and glorious chaos of the city of my life, with its familiar noises and cries, streets and secrets, smells and perfumes, beauties and catastrophes, I find I am glad but also afraid. The gods have granted me a safe return to the place where I started. But do we ever truly return from such journeys? Surely we come back to where we started, changed. We are not the same. 'How do you know what you know?' Nefertiti had asked me. There is only one answer: 'Because this happened. Because now she is gone for ever.' This is the truth of a true story. Something lost. Something found. Something lost again.

I bade farewell to Nakht. 'We will meet again,' he said. 'I am sure the future has something in store for us. Come and see me soon, and let's talk about the world, and its changes, and gardens.' I believed we would. I embraced him, a man I knew I could trust, with fondness and gratitude.

I walk up towards my street in the early morning light, back through the familiar passages and squares, past the expensive shops selling monkeys and giraffe skins, ostrich eggs and engraved tusks; past the familiar stalls of the Alley of Fruit, and the wood and metal workshops just opening for the new day; under the roofs where the children leap and the birds sing who have no knowledge of the dark world beyond. Back towards my life and my home.

I arrive at the wooden door. I offer a prayer to the little god in his niche who knows I don't believe in him, then push the door open. The courtyard is swept and tidy, the olive tree stands silver and green. I listen to the silence. Then I hear a girl's voice asking a question, and then another, in the kitchen. I enter the room, and there they are, my girls, my Tanefert, with her hair the colour of midnight, and her strong nose, and her eyes that brim suddenly with tears. And I hold them all, for a long, long time, hardly daring, yet, to believe that life could bring me now such happiness.

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

I would like to thank Broo Doherty, my agents Peter Straus and Julia Kreitman, and Bill Scott-Kerr and the superb team at Transworld, for making this book possible, and then making it better.

Thanks also to Carol Andrews, BA PADipEg, Lorna Oakes of Birkbeck College and Raafat Ferganie for sharing their expert knowl-edge with such kindness and generosity, and to Patricia Grey for her help with certain signs. As is always true, interpretation of the facts -together with any faults and errors - is my responsibility alone.

For advice and comments on various points of detail I would like to thank Walter Donohue, Mark Stuart and Bevis Sale.

And to the bright girls, Siofra, Grainne, Cara, and their parents Dominic Dromgoole and Sasha Hails: love and thanks for the inspira-tion and the happiness.

And, above all, thank you Paul Rainbow for going on this journey with me, and reading and rereading, and always saying the right thing at the right time; as a song from the New Kingdom says: 'You have uplifted my heart.'

About the Author

Nick Drake
studied
English
at
Cambridge
University.
He
is
a
full-time
writer
whose
work
includes
two
prize-winning
collections
of poetry,
fiction,
several
stage
works,
and
screenplays,
among
them the
film
Romulus,
My
Father,
starring
Eric
Bana.
He
is
also
a
literary associate
at
the
National
Theatre
in
London,
his
home
city.

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