“Have we not become good friends since our journey to the south?” Neferure appealed. “Have you not fired me with a longing to learn all about the Mysteries of Ptah?”
“My lady, forgive me, but you wouldn’t be asking me this if you had your mother’s approval to visit Men-nefer.”
Neferure pouted. She toyed with defiance for a moment, wondering if she should not demand, as princess, that the commoner, Anhai, should obey her. But she came down at last on the side of friendly appeal. She told Anhai of her love for Amenemheb and how much she wanted to see him again before she was married off to someone her mother chose for political reasons.
“He is a fine man,” she insisted. “He has noble blood and will be general of all the army one day.”
“Then surely your mother would approve of your seeing
