wilbursmith_warlock-第40部分
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Tomorrow I shall probably be otherwise occupied。'
'Then the day after？' Even his moustache seemed to droop pitifully。 'Fetch me my bow and my quiver before you go；' she ordered； ignoring his question。 He brought them to her like a lackey； and placed them close to her hand。
'Farewell； my lord。' She turned back to Taita。 Trok hovered for a few minutes longer； then stumped off to his chariot。
As he drove off Taita murmured； 'How long has Trok been in love with you？'
She looked startled then laughed delightedly。 'Trok in love with me？ Why； that's ridiculous！ Trok is as ancient as the Pyramids at Giza…he must be almost thirty years old！ And he has three wives and Hathor only knows how many concubines！'
Taita drew one of her arrows from the magnificently decorated quiver and inspected it casually。 The fletchings were blue and yellow； and he touched the tiny carved signet on the shaft。
'The three stars of the Hunter's belt；' he remarked； 'with Mintaka the brightest。'
'Blue and yellow are my favourite colours。' She nodded。 'My arrows are all made for me by Grippa。 He is the most famous fletcher in Avaris。 Each of the arrows he makes is perfectly straight and balanced to fly true。 His decorations and signets are works of art。 Look how he has carved and painted my star。' Taita turned the arrow between his fingers and admired it at length； before returning it to the quiver。
'What is Trok's arrow signet？' he asked casually。
She made a gesture of annoyance。 'I do not know。 For all I care it is probably a wild hog； or an ox。 I have had enough of Trok for this day and many days to e。' She poured sherbet into Taita's bowl。 'I know how you like honey。' Ostentatiously she changed the subject； and Taita waited for her to choose the next。
'Now； I have certain delicate things to discuss with you；' she admitted shyly。 She picked a wild flower from the grass on which they sat and began to twist it into the beginning of a garland； still not looking at him； but her cheeks； which had lost the flush of exertion； turned rosy once more。
'Pharaoh Nefer Seti is fourteen years and five months old； almost a year older than you。 He was born under the sign of the Ibex； which makes a fine match for your Cat。'
Taita had anticipated her； and she looked up at him in astonishment。 'How did you know what I was going to ask you？' Then she clapped her hands。 'Of course you knew。 You are the Magus。'
'Speaking of Pharaoh； I have e to deliver a message from His Majesty；' Taita told her。
Immediately all her attention was fixed on him。 'A message？ Does he even know I exist？'
'He is very much aware of that fact。' Taita sipped his sherbet。 'This needs a little more honey。' He poured some into the bowl； and stirred。
'Do not tease me； Warlock；' she snapped at him。 'Give me my message at once。'
'Pharaoh invites you and your suite to a duck hunt in the swamps tomorrow at dawn； and afterwards to a picnic breakfast on the Isle of the Little Dove。'
* * *
The dawn sky was the glowing shade of a sword…blade fresh from the coals of the forge。 The top of the papyrus formed a stark black frieze below it。 In this time before the sunrise there was no breath of air to set them nodding； or any sound to break the stillness。
The two hunting skiffs were moored at opposite ends of a small lagoon； hard against the wall of reeds that surrounded the open water。 Less than fifty cubits separated them。 The royal huntsmen had bent the tall papyrus stems over to form a screening roof over the hunters。
The surface of the lagoon was still and unruffled； reflecting the sky like a polished bronze mirror。 It was just light enough for Nefer to make out the graceful form of Mintaka in the other boat。 She had her bow across her lap； and she sat as motionless as a statuette of the goddess Hathor。 Any other girl he could think of； particularly his own sisters Heseret and Merykara； would have been hopping around like a canary on a perch and twittering twice as loudly。
In his mind he ran lingeringly over their brief meeting this morning。 It had been dark； not the faintest glow of dawn to dim the glory of the star panoply that hung over the world； each star so plump and bright that it seemed he could reach up and pluck them like ripe figs from the tree。 Mintaka had e down the pathway from the temple； her way lit for her by torch…bearers； and her maids following close behind her。 She wore a woollen hood over her head to ward off the river chill； and no matter how hard he stared her face remained in darkness。
'May Pharaoh live a thousand years。'
These were the first words he had ever heard her speak。 Her voice was sweeter than the music of any lute。 It was as though ghostly fingers were stroking the back of his neck。 It took him some moments to find his own voice。 'May Hathor love you through all eternity。' He had consulted Taita on the form of greeting he should employ； and he had rehearsed it until he had it off pat。 He thought he saw the flash of her teeth as she smiled under the hood； and he was encouraged to add something else that Taita had not suggested。 It came to him in a flash of inspiration。 He pointed up at the star…bright sky。 'Look！ There is your own star。' She raised her head to look up at the constellation of the Hunter。 The starlight fell on her face； so that he saw it for the first time since she had e down the pathway。 He caught his breath sharply。 Her expression was solemn； but he thought that he had never seen anything more enchanting。 'The gods placed it there especially for you。' The pliment tripped off his tongue。
Immediately her face lit up； and she was even more beautiful。 'Pharaoh is as gallant as he is gracious。' She made a small； slightly mocking obeisance。 Then she stepped into the waiting skiff。 She did not look back as the royal huntsmen rowed her out into the swamp。
Now he repeated her words to himself as though they were a prayer： 'Pharaoh is as gallant as he is gracious。'
Out in the swamp a heron boomed。 As though this was a signal； the air was filled suddenly with the sound of wings。 Nefer had almost forgotten the reason they were out on the water； which was a measure of his distraction for he loved the hunt with a singular passion。 He tore his eyes off the dainty figure in the boat across the water； and reached for his throwing sticks。
He had decided to use the sticks rather than the bow； because he was certain that she did not have the brawn or skill to handle the heavier weapons。 This would give him a distinct advantage。 When skilfully thrown the spinning stick cut a wider swathe than the arrow。 Its bludgeoning weight was more likely to knock down a bird than the blunt…tipped arrow； which might be deflected by the dense plumage of the waterfowl。 Nefer was determined to impress Mintaka with his hunting skills。
The first flight of ducks came sweeping in low out of the dawn。 They were glossy black and white； and each had a distinctive knob on top of its beak。 The lead bird shied away； leading the others out of range。 At that moment the traitor ducks began to call seductively。 They were captured and tamed birds that the huntsmen had placed out on the open waters of the lagoon； held there by a line around the leg that was anchored to a stone on the muddy bottom。
The wild ducks turned back in a wide circle then started to drop and line up to settle on the open water alongside the traitors。 They set their wings and streamed in； losing height swiftly； passing directly over Nefer's skiff。 Pharaoh judged his moment neatly； and rose to his feet with the stick cocked and ready to throw。 He waited for the lead bird to flare out and then let fly； sending the stick cartwheeling up。 The duck saw the missile ing and dropped a wing to avoid it。 For an instant it seemed it might have succeeded； but then there was a thud； a burst of feathers and the duck dropped into an uncontrolled dive； trailing a broken wing。 It hit the water with a heavy splash but almost instantly re
