“I have no proof,” she almost whispered. “It is just that the visions were so vivid and I knew nothing of such things when I had them. My father in this life found me scratching hieroglyphs on pieces of soft stone — though I had no idea of what they were or what they meant.”
Hatshepsut stood up and began to walk up and down beside the pool. She became so occupied with her own memories it was almost as though she had forgotten the presence of the girl.
Anhai rose to her feet too, and stood silently beside the cushion, wondering if she had made a terrible mistake to tell what she had told. But soon she was glad she had, for Hatshepsut stopped her restless striding and stood directly in front of her, looking into her eyes.
“Now,” she said, “I’ll tell you a story.” And she told Anhai about
