“Amenemheb certainly is not, and the very fact that he has encouraged this to go on shows his irresponsible, possibly treasonable attitude to the throne. And you know as well as I do that Neferure is no more than a sweet and vulnerable child.”
“She is of marriageable age. Her mother considers her capable of being Pharaoh.”
Hapuseneb rose from his chair and strode about the room.
“I thought you had more sense than this,” he said. “Why are you deliberately shutting your mind to the very real danger of the situation?”
“From what Neferure says” — Anhai’s voice sounded a little less confident — “Amenemheb is a nobleman who has a brilliant career ahead of him. I can’t see that he would be so unsuitable.”
“He has a brilliant career in the army — as Men-kheper-Ra’s right hand, not as a rival
