“My love for Merytaten goes deeper than the flesh, my lord,” I insist.
Suddenly Akhenaten sighs deeply.
“Sometimes, Djehuti-kheper-Ra, I wish I did not carry the burden of the double crown.” He is silent a long time after this, and then he says, but not with as much conviction as before: “Tutankhaten is my heir. Merytaten will marry him.”
“And what if I am your brother?”
“You are the brother of my heart whether you are my father’s son or not, but I will hear no more talk of you and Merytaten.”
I am silent. I will wait. Another time he may listen, and give his blessing. I am not the only one to have noticed that his moods are erratic and changeable.
I am surprised he did not make more of my announcement that I am his brother. Perhaps it does not come to him as unexpectedly as I had th
