Every Last Kiss, Final Copy, June 30, 2011 (10 page)

     
“My queen, it does no good to worry. You’re going to wear holes in your carpets.  Sit down.”

      I tried to pull her to one of the many lounges in the room, but she resisted. 

      “Since when do you get to order me, Charmian?” she asked grumpily, pulling her arm from my grasp and returning to the open balcony doors to stare out at the city.

      “Since you don’t listen to anyone else but me,” I answered firmly.  She didn’t intimidate me.    

      “Well, no matter.  I am still queen here and I answer to no one.”  Her voice was sharp, apparently even sharper than she had intended because she turned to me and sighed. 

      “I’m sorry, Charmian.  I didn’t mean to snap at you.  I’m just worried…and that is not your fault. I seem to be taking my worry out on everyone today.”   I thought of the poor little serving girl and had to agree. 

      “I know, my queen.  I’m worried, too.”

      Was I ever.  Hasani and Antony had left us secluded in the queen’s chambers with guards at every entrance while they searched for Annen. They meant to question him regarding his involvement with Tehran, to see if he knew anything of the servant’s claims.  But that wouldn’t do.  I needed to find him first.    

      Cleopatra turned to me, her smooth face creased with worry.  

      “What do you suppose Tehran meant?  Who is here to kill me? Octavian?  That can’t be right.  We would have heard. And what was he doing with that priest?”

     
That was something I would like to know, too.  Surely, Tehran couldn’t have meant Pothinus. Surely.  If the eunuch had figured out a way to defy constraints of time in order to secretly beat death… Well, it just couldn’t be.  I ran my fingers over my little scar, but unfortunately, it wasn’t speaking to me.  That might be a good sign, but it still offered me no guidance.   

      “I know not, my queen,” I answered softly.  “But it would seem to me that it has more to do with the fact that I dismissed Tehran today than anything else.  Perhaps he chose that priest at random as an object for his anger… and we interrupted so he turned his tirade toward you.  Perhaps his words were just lies. It is difficult to say, my queen, when we are speaking of such a seedy person.”

      She nodded.  “You’re right about that, Charmian.  I’ve never trusted him. I honestly don’t know why I allowed him to stay for so long.”

      “That doesn’t matter now, my queen.  Our problem now is that Annen will likely be frightened when he hears that Antony and Hasani are seeking him.  I doubt he will come out of hiding.  Which means that we can’t find out if he knows who the ‘he’
was that Tehran threatened you with.” 

     
But I already knew.
 My gut was whispering to me, I just didn’t want to listen.  It couldn’t be  Pothinus.  It just couldn’t be. Because I didn’t know what to do if it was.

      “I know,” Cleopatra sighed again, dropping into a heavily embroidered arm chair. “But what can we do?  If we defy Antony and Hasani and leave the palace, it will be wondered why.  There has been a public threat on my life.  It would seem odd if I simply disregarded it.  Plus, it will seem as though I doubt my husband’s abilities.”  Her shoulders slumped and she turned toward me.

      “And I do not,” she clarified.

      “Of course you don’t,” I said soothingly. 

      “But you’re the queen of Egypt,” I added firmly.  “You can defy anyone, even your husband.  However…there has to be a way around it.  I wonder if we could send Iras to the temple in search of the priest?” 

      Iras was Cleopatra’s other royal handmaiden, second only to me in her service of the queen.

      “Perhaps she could inconspicuously slip into the temple… and perhaps the priest would come out of hiding if he realized that she was there at your behest.”      

      The idea formed as I spoke, and for once, it seemed like a good one.  Everyone knew that Iras and I acted on Cleopatra’s orders. It was a sound plan- one that might bring Ahmose to me if he heard of it.   Because I was floundering here.  I had no idea what to do.  I couldn’t believe that I was wishing for his wrinkled, scary face, but I was.  I needed his input. 

      Cleopatra nibbled her lip, considering the idea carefully.

“That could work, I suppose.  But what if the priest is still too afraid to emerge? We will have gained no knowledge whatsoever.”

      “You are the queen of Egypt, Cleopatra,” I reminded her again. “He will not refuse you.”

      She nodded again, even though her expression was uncertain.   “Iras will have to be crafty and take pains not to be seen by Antony and Hasani,” she warned.  “I do not want Antony’s feelings injured.”

      “I know.  But if we explain that this is a very delicate situation, even too delicate to share with Antony, she will understand, my queen.  She is as loyal to you as I am.”

      “Yes, I know,” Cleopatra said absently.  “I know she is.  Summon her.”

      I walked quickly through her chambers, opening one of the floor-to-ceiling carved doors.  I quickly poked my head out to speak to one of the Nubian guards stationed there. 

      “Please send for Iras,” I commanded firmly, before disappearing once again into Cleopatra’s chamber.  It wasn’t necessary to linger and ensure that he was carrying out the order.  It would be done without question. 

      As I waited, I crossed to a long ivory table lining the far wall of her sitting room. Opening the carved doors, I pulled out a jar of shedeh, an Egyptian specialty wine, and poured it into a jeweled gold chalice.  A loaf of fresh bread had been placed on a stone warming plate by a serving girl and I cut a slice of the thick rye bread as well.  Carrying the food and drink to Cleopatra, I implored her to eat it.  Neither one of us had eaten anything since our dinner had been disrupted by Tehran. 

      I prepared a plate for myself as well and sat next to her, nibbling on the bread as I spoke. It seemed that bread had always been a comfort food for me.  This was no soft loaf of Hawaiian sweet bread, but it would do.

      There was no small talk as we waited.  Both Cleopatra and I were too immersed in thought to speak.  She was thinking of the supposed plot to kill her and I was simply wondering what to do now.  I absolutely hated it when I came to impasse.   I didn’t know what Annen had been doing in the banquet hall and I certainly didn’t know why Tehran was trying to drag him away.  It was intriguing.  And worrisome.  I needed to speak to him ASAP.

      I swirled the last mouthful of dark red shedeh around in the bottom of the golden chalice before swallowing it, enjoying the rich wine.  As Macy, I had not even sipped an alcoholic beverage yet.  I never felt the need, even though Jenn was always sneaking gin from her dad’s liquor cabinet for weekend parties. And gin smells disgusting so I’ve never even been tempted. 

      Tonight, I found the wine to be… okay.  Sort of bitter, actually, and not something I would write home about although I did feel my cheeks flushing nicely as I drank it.  I imagined that the color was becoming.

      There was a soft knock at Cleopatra’s doors and we rose to greet Iras. Tall, slender and Nubian, she glided into the room, her dark skin glistening in the muted light of the candles.  She had not been feeling well this week and had been recovering in her chambers, not wanting to expose the queen to illness.

      Dressed in a simple cotton frock, she looked much better than the last time I had seen her….which was when we committed suicide with Cleopatra. And to be honest, death doesn’t become anyone.  I realized that my two thousand year old memories had not done her justice.  She was beautiful as her deep brown eyes flashed in the light.  She knelt in front of Cleopatra, her dark skin gleaming.

      “My queen,” she murmured, keeping her eyes to the floor.  Unlike me, she was never insolent.  She was wonderfully calm and perfectly deferent, in all things.  I honestly don’t know how she did it. 

      But then again, she had not been raised with Cleopatra as I had.  Cleopatra and I had known each other since we were girls.

      “Iras, please stand, love. I’ve told you that you do not need to kneel when we are alone,” Cleopatra admonished lightly.  “I hope you are feeling better.  There is a task that we need you to perform- it is of a delicate nature.  I can trust no one but you.”

      Iras nodded solemnly as she rose from the floor, her white shift fluttering in the night breeze.  Her deep, mahogany skin appeared even darker against the light fabric.  She was surrounded by the thick scent of amber. It suited her.

      “What is it you require of me, my queen?” 

      Her low voice was as smooth as velvet. As I stared at her in fascination, everything about her reminded me of warm, melted dark chocolate. 

      “I require that you steal quietly into the Serapis temple and locate the priest Annen. I believe that he is hiding from Antony and General Hasani. I am only guessing, of course, but I think that he will be hiding himself in the labyrinth beneath the temple in which he serves.”

      When Cleopatra mentioned Hasani’s name, Iras’ gaze flickered briefly to me, her dark eyes curious, before returning to the queen as Cleopatra continued. It was common knowledge that Hasani and I had been together since we were teenagers. If it hadn’t been for my position with the queen, we would have married long ago.

      “You must attempt to find him before Antony and Hasani do.  We are afraid that he won’t come out if they are there and he might possess knowledge that I need.   Upon finding Annen, give him the message that I need to speak with him.  That it is vitally important.  Can you do this for me, Iras?” Cleopatra’s face was perfectly calm and smooth- no one but me would have known that internally, she was a mess.

      Iras nodded smoothly.  “Of course, your highness.  I will leave right now.” 

      She quickly disappeared into the corridors as quietly as she had come in, leaving Cleopatra and I to stare at each other wordlessly.

      “I hope she finds him,” I finally said, walking to the open balcony doors.

      I was at a loss to say anything else. The air smelled delicious as the night jasmine released the scent from their blooms into the breeze and I inhaled deeply as I watched the pathways below the palace for signs of Hasani and Antony.

      “So do I,” Cleopatra answered as she stripped off her wig and began brushing her long brown hair.  Seated at her vanity, she curled her slender legs around the elegant padded stool that she was sitting upon.    

      Feeling restless, I paced back inside and crossed the room to her.  I dipped a cloth into a basin of water and wiped away her make-up, leaving her face shiny and clean.  Freshly combed, her long hair fell softly onto her shoulders and spilled down her back and she looked no older than a teenager.

      “You are never more beautiful than when you allow your natural beauty to show, my love.”  

      Cleopatra and I both turned in surprise at Marc Antony’s voice.  His large body filled the doorway of her bedchamber as he observed the queen’s night-time beauty rituals with interest.

      “But then, I’m sure you know that.”  

      He smiled tiredly at his wife and crossed the room, placing his large hands on her shoulders as he bent to kiss the top of her head. 

      “We could not find the priest,” Antony muttered dejectedly as he dropped heavily into a chaise lounge next to Cleopatra.  “There are hundreds of hidden passageways throughout the city.  It will be very difficult to search through them all.  And we’ve got the pressing Roman problem, as well.  Things always seem to happen at once, do they not?”

      Cleopatra gazed at him softly, before walking to where he reclined, her hips swaying gently.  She knelt in front of him and rested her head against his henna-tattooed chest. 

      “It will all work out, my love.  Do not trouble yourself.” 

      “Cleopatra, don’t be naïve. There are things that even you cannot simply wish away.” Antony muttered morosely.  Cleopatra looked up at me. 

      “Charmian… I can manage for the rest of the evening.  You may leave.” 

      Her eyes implored me and I knew she meant that I was free to leave… to find Hasani and to leave her to deal with Antony’s dark mood.  I smiled and turned to go.

      “Charmian?” Antony interrupted me.  I turned back in surprise, staring at him curiously. His face was damp in the heat, causing the kohl lining his eyes to smear slightly.

      “Yes?”

      “Be careful. Until we know if there is actually a plot to kill Cleopatra, you could be in danger, as well.  Do not stray too far from the palace without a guard.”  His gaze searched my face, as though he was looking for something. 

      Color flooded my cheeks and spread to my chest as I took deep breaths. 
Keep it together.  He doesn’t know anything. He’s just waiting for an agreement.   

      “Thank you, my lord. I always try to be cautious.”

      I nodded calmly and retreated, leaving Antony and Cleopatra alone.  As I left, Cleopatra was climbing on top of him to kiss him soundly.  I was sure she was trying to distract him from his worry.  It was best that I not be there for that, anyway. 

      As Charmian, I was quite accustomed to remaining in the room while Cleopatra and Antony were intimate- it was Egyptian custom to not leave the queen unattended.  As Macy, however, that was just so embarrassing.  There were some things that were just best done in private…. Such as making love with your husband.

      I quietly closed the door behind me as I left the royal chambers and leaned against the elaborately painted wall.  I could feel the curious sideways stares of the guards, but I paid them no mind.  The gravity of what I was going to soon lose was closing in on me and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

      I had to pretend that I knew nothing of our fate- that to the best of my knowledge, we would prevail in the battle against Octavian and we would all live happily ever after.  I swallowed hard, trying to dislodge the horrid thoughts, but I couldn’t.  They were there to stay.