“I have come,” she told herself, “to see that my husband is not driven to his death by these reckless fools.” She well knew that when boys were trying to prove their manhood they often lost all sense of proportion and caution. She looked at Tutankhamun, exhausted from the journey, yet strutting about ordering food and wine, prepared to carouse all night to prove something to the Hittites, not remembering for an instant that he would need all his wits about him in the morning. As she watched the wine sacks emptying she knew the elder princes of Hatti were deliberately wanting to make the young King drunk, wanting him to fail in the morning. Whether they intended his death or just his disgrace she was not sure, but suddenly she realised that this was not a game; this was a dangerous situatio
