Chapter 9
The personal guards of the high priest of Anubis escorted me through the airy corridors to Lord Khentemsemet’s private quarters. Once inside the huge carved entrance of his sleeping chamber, they stepped back, bowed deeply, and departed.
I stood by the door, enthralled as always by the beauty of this powerful man. And he loved and valued me, which meant a good deal, since my own brother had been ignoring me for months, something I couldn’t understand. We had shared our mother’s womb and had been close even after our father died when we were nine.
“Has my brother asked for me?” I’d asked Khentemsemet a short time after we’d become lovers.
“No, Prince. I’m sure he will if he has need of you.”
But before this, Tutankhamun had always invited me to join him and his wife, our half
