An expanse of limestone and porphyry, interlocking hallways led to the public rooms and, I supposed, to the Pharaoh’s more private residence. Columned porches allowed the breeze to sift through the interior, but sunlight seemed forbidden, for all that they worship the sun god, Ra. As we were escorted further into the palace, the sizzle and pop of torchlight reminded me of a Bacchae temple, for it was so cool and dark in the halls of Pharaoh’s inner sanctum that torches were lit, even in the daylight. Chill bumps raised on my flesh. No sun’s glow could warm the depths of the inner palace. Charaxus patted me on the shoulder as we were escorted through the cool halls to where Pharaoh awaited us. I’d spent the previous evening performing a private dance and creative seduction of my master, using the kelēs I’d learned at the temple many years ago. I’d hoped my efforts would endear me to him enough so he might keep me for his own and not sell me to the Egyptian king’s household.
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