wilbursmith_warlock-第66章
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door。 He was about to call for silence when he heard Lord Naja's manding voice ordering the guards to stand aside。 The RRegent strode into the chamber and； without greeting Taita； stooped over Nefer's still form and peered into his pale； drawn face。 After a long moment he straightened up and signed to Taita to follow him on to the terrace。
When Taita came out behind him he was gazing across the river。 On the far bank a squadron of chariots was practising their evolutions； changing formations at full gallop。 Strangely； there had been much warlike preparation since the treaty of Hathor。 'You wished to speak to me； my lord？' Taita asked。
Naja turned to him。 His expression was grim。 'You have disappointed me； old man；' he said； and Taita bowed his head but made no reply。 'I had hoped that my way forward； my destiny as predicted by the gods； would be cleared by now of impediment。' He stared hard at Taita。 'Yet it seems that； far from allowing this e to pass； you have done all in your power to prevent it。'
This has been pretence。 I have made a show of caring for my patient； while in reality I have been fostering your interests。 As you can see for yourself； Pharaoh hangs over the great abyss。' Taita made a gesture towards the sick chamber where Nefer lay。 'Surely you can sense the shades drawing in more closely around him。 My lord； we have almost obtained our object。 Within days the way ahead will be cleared for you。' Naja was not convinced。 'I am reaching the limit of my patience；' he warned； and strode from the terrace。 He passed through the chamber without another glance at the still form upon the bed。
During that day Nefer's condition fluctuated between deep a and bouts of restless sweating and delirious ravings。 When it became clear that the leg was giving him intense agony； Taita removed the linen bandages and found the whole of his thigh grotesquely swollen。 The stitches holding the wound closed were strained and cutting deeply into the hot； purple flesh。 Taita knew that he dared not move the boy while his life hung on such a slender thread。 The plans that he had laid so carefully over the past weeks could not go forward unless he took drastic action。 To interfere further with the wound in this condition was to risk a fatal poisoning of the blood； but there was no other course open to him。 He laid out his instruments and bathed the entire leg in a solution of vinegar。 Then he forced another heavy dose of the Red Shepenn between Nefer's lips； and while he waited for the drug to take effect he prayed to Horus and to the goddess Lostris for their protection。 Then he took up the scalpel and cut one of the stitches that held the lips of the wound together。
He was taken aback by the way in which the flesh burst open and at the gagging flood of yellow corruption that poured out。 He used a gold spoon to scrape it clean； and when he felt the metal strike some hard obstruction in the depths of the wound； he probed with ivory forceps and gripped the object in the jaws。 At last he prised it free。 He took it to the light from the doorway and found that it was a ragged splinter of the lion's claw； half as long as his little finger； which must have broken off as the beast was savaging Nefer。
He placed a gold tube in the wound to allow it to drain； then rebandaged it。 By evening Nefer's recovery was miraculous。 In the morning he was weak but the fever in his blood had abated。 Taita gave him a tonic to fortify him； and placed the Periapt of Lostris on his leg。 While he sat beside him in the noonday； gathering his resolve； there was a soft scratching at the shutters。 When he opened them a crack； Merykara slipped into the chamber。 She was distraught and had been weeping。 She flung herself against Taita and hugged his legs。
'They have forbidden me to e here；' she whispered and she did not have to explain who 'they' were； 'but I know the guards on the terrace and they let me pass。'
'Gently； my child。' Taita stroked her hair。 'Do not distress yourself so。'
'Taita； they are going to kill him。'
'Who are they？'
'The two of them。' Merykara started sobbing again and her explanation was barely coherent。 'They thought I was asleep or that I would not understand what they were discussing。 They never said his name； but I knew they were talking about Nefer。'
'What did they say？'
'They will send for you。 When you leave Nefer alone； they say that it won't take long。' She broke off and gulped； 'It's so horrible； Taita！ Our own sister； and that awful man…that monster。'
'When？' Taita shook her gently to brace her。
'Soon。 Very soon。' Her voice steadied。
'Did they say how； Princess？'
'Noom； the surgeon from Babylon。 Naja says that he will push a thin needle up through Nefer's nostril and into his brain。 There will be no bleeding or any other sign。' Taita knew Noom well： they had debated against each at the library of Thebes； arguing the correct treatment for fractured limbs。 Noom had e away smarting from the lash of Taita's eloquence and knowledge。 He was deeply jealous of Taita's reputation and his powers。 He was a rival and a bitter enemy。
'The gods will reward you； Merykara； for daring to e and warn us。 But you must go now； before they find out that you have been here。 If they suspect you； they will treat you as they plan to do Nefer。'
When she had gone Taita sat for a while collecting his thoughts； reviewing his plans。 He could not do it alone； and he would have to rely on others； but he had chosen the best and most reliable。 They were ready to act； and they had been waiting for his word。 He could delay no longer。
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At his bidding the slaves brought kettles of hot water and Taita washed Nefer carefully from head to foot and rebandaged his wounds； placing a dressing of lambswool over the gaping opening in his thigh that was still draining。
When he had finished； he warned the guards not to let anybody pass； and barred all the entrances to the chamber。 He prayed for a while and then threw incense on the brazier and in the blue and aromatic smoke made an ancient； potent incantation to Anubis； the god of death and cemeteries。
Only then did he prepare the elixir of Anubis in a new and unused oil lamp。 He warmed the mixture on the brazier until it was the temperature of blood； and took it to the bed where Nefer was sleeping quietly。 Gently he turned his head to one side and placed the spout of the lamp in his ear。 He poured the elixir into the eardrum； a heavy viscid drop at a time。 Carefully he wiped away the excess； taking care that it should not touch his own skin。 Then he plugged Nefer's ear with a small ball of wool and pushed it deeply into the passage until it could not be detected by any but a detailed examination。
He emptied what remained of the elixir on to the coals of the brazier； and it flared in a puff of acrid steam。 Then he filled the lamp with oils and lit the wick。 He placed it with the other lamps in the corner of the chamber。
He went back to the bed and squatted beside it。 He watched Nefer's chest rise and fall to his breathing。 Each breath was slower and the intervals between them longer。 At last they ceased altogether。 He placed two fingers on Nefer's throat beneath his ear； and felt the slow deliberate pulsing of the life force within him。 Gradually that also faded away until it was only a flutter like the wing of tiny insect that took all his skill and experience to detect。 With the fingers of his left hand he counted the beating of the life force in his own neck； and pared the two。
At last his own beat was three hundred to a single barely detectable flutter in Nefer's neck。 Gently he closed the boy's eyes； placed an amulet on the lids in the traditional preparation of the corpse。 Next he bound a strip of linen over them； and another strip under his jaw to keep his mouth from gaping open。 He worked quickly for there was danger in every minute that Nefer remained under the influence of the elixir。 At last he went to the door and removed the locking bar。
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