CHAPTER 10
THE RELEASEDarkness should not worry me, but it does. There is no measure of time here, where Ra is not seen to rise or set. I cannot see the stars. The moon has become a myth of pearl, pregnant with secrets. How brief my freedom was, how sweet and fragile. Did I dream Merytaten? Did I dream her limbs intertwined with mine, the trust in her eyes, the sudden laughter and the sharing of thoughts? In this bare room I ponder on many things, not least that my king of light, my dreamer, poet, mighty channel of God’s will on earth, should make such errors of judgement. Are his eyes now so blind with light that he does not see the darkness under each grain of sand, let alone in his own heart? God is Light, yes, but also Maat and Djehuti and Ptah; Osiris, Isis, Horus; Hathor and even Se
