Hobbling like an old man, I followed the high priest into Tutankhamun’s council chamber.
“What is wrong with Teremun, priest?” my brother demanded, taking note of the bruises that ringed my eyes, indicating too little sleep.
Khentemsemet’s smile was indolent. “It must have been something he ate. He spent the night in the necessary, I believe,” he lied easily. “I can always send him back to the temple.”
“No. He will not be returning to the temple with you.”
Khentemsemet stiffened. “Mighty One, your brother has been consecrated to the service of Anubis. It is not permitted for anyone to sunder his vows.”
“But it is permitted for the high priest to turn him into a w***e?”
I frowned. Wasn’t the high priest to be brought to justice for daring to plot against the Pharaoh?
“Stand away from
