Enslaved By The Desert Trader

He put the water bag down and held up a bowl full of rich-smelling game.

‘This is addax. I caught it last night in the wash below the cliffs. The meat is tender—like oryx, but lighter in flavour. I have cured it with smoke, so that we may consume it over the next few days. You may eat as much as you like, but first you must say my name.’

Kiya stared into the bowl of meat. Meat? How long had it been since she’d eaten meat? She could hardly remember. She reached for a piece of addax.

‘Not so fast, my little imposter,’ he said, pulling the bowl away. ‘What is my name?’

‘Tahar.’

‘And what is your name?’

Her name? Was this a cave, or some earthly Hall of Judgement? His eyes were in shadow, but she could feel them studying her. Ah... She knew exactly what this was. This was her first lesson in submission.

‘I’m sorry. I do not remember my name.’

‘That’s unlikely.’

‘Please, Tahar, I do not remember,’ she lied. She blinked her eyes and was able to produce several fine, false tears. Oh, handsome trader, from beyond the Big Green, you are overmatched.

Annoyed, he thrust the bowl out to her. She placed a piece of the fresh smoked addax into her mouth and every part of her body awakened to the act. The meat was so rich—almost sweet—as if the beast had lived a life of luxury and not scratched its lean existence from the desert sands.

She ate another piece, feeling the animal’s spirit pass into hers, feeling strength return, feeling...gratitude.

She thought of the traditional Khemetian proverb: If I shall die, I shall die in thanks, having tasted all of life.

She stopped her chewing. ‘It appears that I am in your debt.’

Tahar was as still as the shadows that concealed him. ‘Indeed you are...’

She could not see his expression, but he seemed to be thinking.

‘And you shall pay that debt soon.’

In a few brisk strides he had returned to the mouth of the cave, where he bent with his knife and began scraping what appeared to be the addax’s hide.

‘How? How will I pay that debt?’

‘I shall sell you into marriage to the richest man I can find.’

His words burned through the last bit of fog that lingered in Kiya’s mind and a familiar rage began to smoulder in her heart. ‘You misunderstand me. I said that it appears that I am in your debt, but in fact I am not.’ She had his attention now. ‘For I would be halfway to Abydos by now if it weren’t for you.’

‘Is that where your family lives? Abydos?’

‘Family—?’ She stopped herself. The demon had almost caught her in her lie. ‘Aye, it is where my family lives. Though I wouldn’t call it living, for there is no food, and now I have been captured and cannot aid them, and they will continue to starve unless I am released, and—’ Kiya stopped when she discovered that she was talking to the walls.

Tahar had apparently exited the cave.

Chapter Nine (#ulink_63032704-74e0-59a7-87bc-48df506bd96e)

Wretched viper of a man. In the softness of her gratitude she had exposed herself to his fangs. By the Gods, where was her sense? This trader was no different from other men—always seeking to possess women and use them for profit. As soon as she had her strength back she would slip out of his grasp. There was naught she could do now while her injuries healed. She would eat his meat and bide her time, then simply disappear.

She regained her calm and looked around the cave. Slowly, a grand vision emerged before her eyes. Images—hundreds of images—upon the walls. Birds and beasts and plants—some familiar, some utterly strange.

‘Remarkable, aren’t they?’

Tahar’s voice made Kiya jump. He had silently returned to the mouth of the cave. When had he done that? He was staring at Kiya, and in the shifting light she thought she could detect a wistful look in his eyes. ‘So beautiful and mysterious.’

‘What is this place?’ asked Kiya. ‘A kind of temple?’

‘I suppose so, though only a blessed few know of it. Welcome to the Cave of Wanderers.’ Tahar pointed to the wall across from Kiya. Upon it was drawn a family of river cows, basking in the shallows of a river. Above them the long, elegant bodies of several sacred ibis floated in the sky. Beneath them a great school of perch swam for all eternity.

‘A Khemetian surely did this.’

‘Very certain of that, are you?’

‘I know the work of my people,’ Kiya said. ‘That is the Great River. And those are hippos—river cows. They bask in the water during the daytime. I have witnessed this scene many times on the banks of our sacred river.’

‘Indeed? Well, in that case, you can tell me the name of the tall creature standing on the bank.’

‘What tall creature?’ Kiya asked. She studied the vegetation—papyrus, lotus, thistle. There were drawings of palms, acacias, tamarisks, and even a few fig trees, but there was not a single creature of any significant height. ‘There is no tall creature standing upon the bank.’

‘Then your eyes deceive you.’ Tahar traced the trunk of a sycamore tree with his finger, then continued upwards to the ponderously long neck of a creature that in all other ways resembled an ass. ‘It is called a giraffe.’

‘A giraffe? What is that? What gods made this place?’

‘No gods—’ began Tahar, then stopped himself. ‘Long ago, the desert was not the desert.’

Kiya was too entranced to ask his meaning. Though the animals were but dark outlines, they seemed alive somehow, as if they might jump from the walls and be reborn inside this secret womb of stone.

Animals weren’t the only figures. There were humans carrying arrows and spears. Some rode atop beasts with long, serpentine snouts. Kiya drank in the images, letting them fill her with their secret messages, amazed as her world expanded before her eyes.

There was that feeling again—gratitude. Think, Kiya. Remember he is your captor. He intends to sell you for his own gain.

Soon Tahar was crouching at her side. He held a small linen packet. ‘In order for the wound on your thigh to heal properly I must ensure the poison is completely extracted. Then I must apply this poultice to encourage healing. May I tend it now?’

‘How do you know the flood is coming?’

Tahar eased her body into a more reclined position. ‘I just know.’ He gently pulled apart her legs.

‘How do you know?’

‘I am going to lift the headdress cloth to address the wound now. This is necessary.’

Kiya squeezed her legs together. ‘First tell me how you know about the flood.’

Tahar sighed. He placed his hands upon the ground on either side of her, then moved up the length of her body, stopping with his mouth just inches from her face. ‘Do you really want to know how I know?’

‘Yes,’ Kiya whispered, ‘for you are not a god. You cannot see the future.’