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ge in her journey towards womanhood； from infancy through gawky girlhood； and then that tantalizing period when her breast buds had bloomed and the puppy fat had melted away； to leave her body delicate and graceful。 The smell of her had changed too： whenever she was close he had detected the faint sweet musk of womanhood； which enthralled him。
Once when out hawking Naja had e across Heseret and two of her friends collecting lotus blooms to plait into garlands。 She had looked up at him as he stood above her on the riverbank； and her wet skirts had clung to her legs so the skin shone through the fine linen。 She had brushed the hair off her cheeks with an innocent gesture that was nevertheless intensely erotic。 Even though her expression had remained serious and chaste； the slanted eyes had hinted at a sly； lascivious streak in her that had fascinated him。 This revelation had lasted only a moment before she had called to her friends and splashed to the bank then raced away across the grassy field towards the palace。 He had watched her long wet legs glinting； the round buttocks oscillating and changing shape beneath the linen skirt； and suddenly his breath had e short and fast。
At the memory his loins stirred and quickened。 He longed for her to e out from behind the screen； but perversely he wanted to delay the moment so that he could savour the anticipation to the full。 It happened at last。 Two of the handmaidens led her out； then slipped away quietly leaving her standing alone in the middle of the floor。
Her nightrobe fell from her throat to her ankles。 It was of a rare and precious silk from the eastern lands； creamy in colour and so fine that it seemed to float around her like river mist； stirring with every breath she took。 There was an oil lamp on a tripod in the corner behind her； and the soft yellow light shone through the silk； highlighting the curves of her hips and shoulders so they shone softly as polished ivory。 Her bare feet and her hands were dyed with henna。 Her face had been washed clean of makeup so the young blood beneath the flawless skin delicately rouged her cheeks； and her lips trembled as though she were on the point of tears。 She hung her head in an appealingly girlish manner and looked up at him from under lowered lashes。 Her eyes were green； and his blood thrilled again as he detected that same wicked glint in them that had originally intrigued him。
Turn round；' he said gently； but his throat was as dry as if he had sucked the juice from a green persimmon。 She obeyed him； but with a dream…slow movement； rolling her hips； her belly gleaming softly through the silk。 Her buttocks undulated； round and lustrous as ostrich eggs； and the shining tresses of her hair swayed。
'You are beautiful。' His voice caught。 Now a hint of a smile lifted the corners of her lips； and she wet them with the tip of a tongue that was as pink as that of a kitten。 'I am glad that my lord regent finds me so。'
He rose from the bed and went to her。 He took her hand； which was warm and soft in his。 He led her to the bed； and she followed him without hesitation。 She knelt upon the white sheepskin and hung her head so that her hair veiled her face。 He stood over her and leaned forward until his lips touched it。 She exuded the elusive fragrance of a healthy young woman in the first flush of physical arousal。 He stroked her hair and she looked up at him through the dark curtain。 Then he parted the tresses and cupped her chin with one hand。 Slowly； teasing himself； he lifted her face。
'You have eyes like Ikona；' she whispered。 Ikona was his tame leopard： the beast had always frightened and fascinated her。 She felt those same emotions now for he was as sleek and feline as the great cat； his eyes yellow and implacable。 With a woman's instinct she sensed the cruelty and ruthlessness in them； which evoked in her emotions that she had never before experienced。 'You also are beautiful；' she whispered； and it was true。 In this moment she realized that he was the most beautiful creature she had ever known。
He kissed her and his mouth startled her。 It tasted of some ripe fruit she had never eaten before； and quite naturally she opened her own mouth to savour it。 His tongue was as flickeringly quick as a snake's； but it did not revolt her。 She closed her eyes and touched it with her own。 Then he placed one of his hands behind her head and pressed his mouth harder against hers。 She was so lost in his kiss that when his hand closed over her breast she was unprepared。 Her eyes flew open and she gasped。 She tried to pull away but he held her； and now he caressed her with a gentle but skilful touch that stilled her fears。 He teased out her nipple； and the sensation flowed through her body； rippling down her arms to her fingertips。 She felt a sharp disappointment when he took away his hand。 He lifted her to her feet so she stood on the sheepskin above him with her breasts at the level of his face。
With a single movement he swept off her silken robe and let it fall to the floor。 Then； as he sucked her engorged nipple deep into his mouth； she cried aloud。 At the same time one of his hands came up between her thighs and cupped the soft nest of dark fluff。
She had not the slightest inclination to resist what he was doing to her。 Instead she surrendered herself to it。 From what her slave girls had told her she had been terrified that he might hurt her； but his hands； though swift and strong； were gentle。 He seemed to know her body better than she did herself； and he played upon it with such skill that she found herself drawn deeper and deeper； faster and faster beneath the surface； sinking away and drowning in this sea of new sensations。
She surfaced only once more when suddenly she opened her eyes and found that his own robe was gone； and that he stood over her naked。 She remembered the dream in which he had had the same thing down there as Stargazer； the stallion。 She looked down in trepidation； but it was nothing like the dream： it was smooth and rosy； yet hard as bone； perfect and clean in form as a temple column。 Her fears evaporated and once again she surrendered herself to his hands and his mouth。 There was only one sharp moment of stinging pain； but that was much later； and it was fleeting； replaced almost as swiftly by an unaccustomed but wonderful feeling of fullness。 Then later still she heard him cry out above her。 The sound triggered something in her own body； turning almost unbearable pleasure into its own kind of pain； and she held him with all the strength of her encircling arms and legs and cried out with him。
Twice more during that too…short enchanted night he forced her to cry out in that same frenzy of pleasure； and when the dawn suffused the chamber with its rose and silver light she lay still in his arms。 She felt as though the life force had been drawn out of her； as though her bones had turned soft and malleable as river clay； and there was a soft ache deep in her belly that she savoured。
He slipped out of her arms and she just had the strength left to protest； 'Don't go。 Oh！ Please don't go； my lord。 My beautiful lord。'
'Not for long；' he whispered and gently drew out the sheepskin from under her。 She saw the stains upon the snowy fleece； the blood bright as the petals of a rose。 She had experienced only that brief pain at the piercing of her womanhood。
He carried the fleece to the terrace and she watched him through the doorway as he hung it over the parapet wall。 From far below there came the faint sound of cheering as the citizens waiting below saw this proof of her virginity displayed。 She cared nothing for the approbation of the peasant hordes； but watched the naked back of her new husband and felt her chest and her aching womb swell with love for him。 As he came back to her she held out both arms to him。
'You are magnificent；' she whispered； and fell asleep in his arms。 Much later she came gradually awake and found that her whole being was filled with a lightness and a feeling of joy that she had never known before。 At first she was not certain of the source of her well…being。 Then she felt his hard muscular warmth stir in her arms。
When she opened her eyes he was watching her with his strange yellow ones； and he smiled gently。 'What a splendid queen you would make；' he said softly。 This he meant sincerely。 During the night he had discovered in her qualities that he had not before suspected。 He sensed that he had found in her someone whose desires and instincts were in perfect harmony with his own。
'And what a splendid pharaoh you would make for this very Egypt。' She smiled back at him and stretched voluptuously。 Then she laughed softly； reached up and touched his cheek； 'But that could never happen。' She stopped smiling abruptly and asked softly； seriously； 'Could it？'
'There is only one thing that stands in our way；' he answered。 He did not have to say anything more； for he saw a sly acquisitive expression bloom in her eyes。 She was entirely in step with him。
'You are the dagger； and I shall be the scabbard。 No matter what you ask of me； I shall never fail you； my beautiful lord。'
He laid one finger on her lips； which were inflamed and swollen with his kisses。 'I see clearly that there is little need of words between us； for our hearts beat in unison。'
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King Apepi's entourage remained in Thebes for almost a month after the wedding。 They were the guests of Pharaoh Nefer Seti and of his regent； and were entertained in royal fashion。 Taita encouraged this delay。 He felt certain that Naja would take no action against Nefer while Apepi and his daughter were in Thebes。
The royal visitors spent their days hunting or hawking； visiting the numerous temples on both banks of the river dedicated to all the gods of Egypt； or in tournaments between the regiments of the northern and southern kingdom。 There were chariot races； archery contests； and foot races。 There were even swimming races； in which the chosen champions swam the full width of the Nile for a prize of a golden statue of Horus。
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