“No, not at all. But you must not take it too hard if I cannot follow your excellent advice. Oh, I do not mean that I am in love with Mr Inkworthy—far from it—only that you did not allow a matter of fortune to sway you in your marriage, for I believe you would have married Mr Darcy if he had been a pauper. And how can I promise to be wiser than you and so many of my fellow creatures if I am tempted, or how am I even to know that it would be wisdom to resist? All that I can promise you is that I will do my best.”

Elizabeth laughed.

“And now you have answered me as I answered my aunt. Well, I can ask for no more than that. Now, I had better instruct the servants, there will be plenty to do over the next few days. If we can complete our journey down the Nile without Jane falling overboard or Laurence bartering his grandmama for a camel, then I will think myself fortunate indeed.”

Chapter 9




The remaining few days in Cairo passed quickly. Paul travelled out to Giza to sketch the head of the sphinx and returned with a tale of having accepted a camel ride back to Cairo, only to be taken deeper into the desert by the camel’s owner, who demanded money of him and threatened to leave him if he did not pay. He returned to the house chastened, and it was a reminder to all of them that they needed to be aware of the dangers all around them and properly prepared for their journey. But at last all the preparations were made, and they embarked on the flat-bottomed boat that would carry them down the Nile.

Their journey was enjoyable, and Elizabeth regretted it when the last night on board arrived. She was dressed in a loose muslin gown. A large hat was shading her face and protecting her eyes from the low rays of the sun. They were all lingering on deck, eager to make the most of it—all but Jane and Margaret, who, tired, had been put to bed.

Elizabeth and Darcy were sitting apart from the others at the back of the boat. As they watched the sun sinking into the water, Darcy dropped soft kisses on her hair. Elizabeth leaned back against his chest, enjoying the view. The graceful palm trees on the banks made intricate silhouettes against the rapidly darkening sky.

“First a sunrise and now a sunset. We have seen some magnificent skies in Egypt,” she said. “It is strange to think of other people watching this same sight, going back for thousands of years.”

“Strange and also humbling to think of other lovers watching the sun go down, even as we are doing now.”

“Yes, love is the one thing that never changes,” agreed Elizabeth as she basked in Darcy’s love and the beauty of the evening. “Although people themselves do. Those lovers in earlier times did not know why the sun sank beneath the horizon every evening. They thought it happened because the sun god, Ra, left the heavens to travel through the underworld, where he would fight the serpent Apophis before emerging again, triumphant, the following morning, bringing with him the new day.”

“I see that Edward has been telling you about the Egyptian myths.”

“Yes, he has. And I am not the only one,” said Elizabeth, looking toward the front of the boat, where Edward was entertaining the children with an Egyptian tale, while Sir Matthew looked on with a kindly air. Edward’s words drifted through the still, calm air toward them:

“…the king did not want to go to war, as it meant leaving all his treasure behind. But at last he had no choice, and so he left his treasure on the island of Elephantine, which was guarded by a powerful magician. As soon as the king left, his relatives tried to claim the treasure for their own—”

“He should have passed a law forbidding anyone to touch it,” said William.

“He should have left some soldiers behind to guard it,” said John.

“He didn’t need to; he had the magician to guard it,” said Laurence. “No one would be able to steal it if it had a magician guarding it; it would be safe.”

“Unfortunately not,” said Edward. “They slew the magician—”

“Then the king should have chosen a better magician,” said Laurence. “He wasn’t very powerful if he got killed so easily.”

“He was a very powerful magician,” said Edward, “for he rose from the dead, turning into an enormous serpent who ate them all. And there the serpent remains to this day, guarding the treasure.”

“How are we going to kill him then?” asked Laurence.

“It’s only a story,” said William.

“We are not going to the island of Elephantine,” said Beth. “We are going to a dig in the desert; it is not the same thing.”

“Quite right, Miss Darcy,” said Sir Matthew. “A real dig, not a fairy tale.”

“But some bold adventurer might steal the treasure one day,” said Laurence, ignoring them.

“The serpent is too powerful, with a light on his head which blinds all who see it,” said Edward.

“Yes, but sometimes it leaves its cave and goes down to the river to drink; you said so yourself,” remarked John thoughtfully. “If I had a sword and a party of good men, I could take the treasure in its absence and then lie in wait for it in the back of the cave. I would tie a cravat round my eyes to protect them and then my men and I would kill it when it returned.”

“I wouldn’t need a sword and a party of men to get the treasure,” said Laurence with contempt. “If the stupid serpent has been guarding the treasure for thousands of years without realising the king must be dead, it will be easy to outwit. If I ever find the island, I will just close my eyes and feel my way up to the serpent, pretending to be a beggar. I will tell the serpent the king has sent for it, and then steal the treasure when the serpent slithers away.”

Darcy laughed.

“Our youngest son is nothing if not enterprising.”

Elizabeth laughed with him. “Whatever problems they face in life, our sons will always deal with them in their own individual ways. William will legislate for the problem, John will fight it, and Laurence will trick the problem into solving itself.”

“Whereas Beth will charm it and Jane will torment it, while Margaret…”

He stopped suddenly. Elizabeth turned her head slightly to see what he was looking at and saw that Margaret had appeared on deck, dressed in her nightgown.

“Is she sleepwalking?” Darcy asked.

“I am not sure,” said Elizabeth.

The little girl appeared to be looking at something on the bank.

“Margaret?” asked Elizabeth, rising to her feet.

Her daughter ignored her and padded softly toward the railings, her eyes fixed steadfastly on a point beyond their sight. Her plump cheeks were flushed in a way that Elizabeth was beginning to recognise. In her hands was the doll.

“Meg,” said Darcy, reaching her before Elizabeth and bending down to speak to her. “What is it? Could you not sleep?”

But still Margaret showed no sign of being aware of them.

“She is asleep, Darcy,” Elizabeth whispered. “Take care not to startle her.”

Just then Margaret’s eyelids fluttered open.

“Mama, Papa,” she said and put her arms around her father’s neck.

“What is it, my darling? Did you have a nightmare?”

Margaret rubbed at her eyes with one chubby hand.

“No, but Aahotep wanted to come upstairs. She’s feeling happier now she’s nearly home. She told me she’s missed the sand under her feet.” The little girl giggled. “She went for a run without any shoes on.”

“Aahotep should remember she needs lots of sleep,” said Elizabeth shortly. “Come back to bed now.”

Margaret rubbed her eyes again and nodded. Darcy picked her up and she lay her head against his shoulder.

“Mama,” she said as they began to walk along the deck back to the cabins. “Aahotep is sorry about your parasol.”

“My parasol, darling?”

“Yes. She was angry with you before because you said you were going to take her away from me, so she made the sea ruin it. But I told her off. I said it was your favourite and you would never steal her from me anyway.”

“Of course not, my dear.” Elizabeth and Darcy exchanged worried glances at this statement.

“She is sorry, really,” the little girl insisted. “She told me she does things like that without thinking and then realises afterward that she was wrong. I told her she should count to ten before she does something and then think about it again, and she said she will try. She also said to tell you your dresses are very pretty and suit you even though you are quite old and our clothes are funny shapes.”

“How kind,” Elizabeth said, unsure how to reply to such a queer statement from her youngest daughter, which did not sound like Margaret’s usual language at all.

Margaret yawned.

“Aahotep wants to be kind; she’s just not very good at it. She did something very bad once and she’s been punished for a very long time over it, and now she’s sorry and she’s tired and she wants to go home.”

They had reached the cabins where the girls were sleeping now. Jane was fast asleep in her narrow little bed, and Darcy and Elizabeth crept in silently so as not to disturb her. They slipped their youngest daughter under the netting they had strung up to deter mosquitoes and tucked her in.

Elizabeth kissed her daughter and suddenly asked, “Meg, what was it Aahotep did that was so bad?”

“Aahotep won’t tell me. She says it is not for the ears of the young and innocent.” As she drifted off to sleep, it was almost as though they could hear the words coming from older lips.

Elizabeth and Darcy waited until Margaret’s breathing was light and regular and then they slipped out of the cabin and back onto the deck again. It was now completely dark; stars glittered against the deep velvet black of the mysterious Egyptian night sky, and the moon was visible in all her ghostly white splendour, full and heavy, with the faint outlines of a face grinning at them. Despite the heat Elizabeth shivered.