“We’ll hold the princess until you have decided,” Na-aghta says. “If you warn Akhenaten, she will die.”
“And not easily,” Ma-nan adds darkly.
I round on him.
“What do you hope to gain from me?” I shout. “I am a priest of Aten and will uphold its worship even when I am king.”
“We do not ask that Aten be abandoned,” Na-aghta says quietly. “Only that Amun, our father, be reinstated.”
Will I do that? Will I? What makes them think this? It is true that my vision is not always the same as the king’s: but then, is any person’s the same as another’s? I have thought more than once that if I were king I would somehow integrate the old religion with the new, rather than try to abolish it altogether. I would make adjustments, change emphasis, bring to the surface the forgotten deeper meanings of
