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asked.
    ‘Distraught,’ replied Ay.
    ‘What will happen to her?’
    Ay looked surprised. ‘What should happen to her? She will remain in the palace. She carries the future pharaoh, perhaps.
    The gods may even decree that if a girl-child is born she will reign as king. It has happened before.’
    ‘And in the meantime?’
    Ay avoided looking at him. ‘That has yet to be discussed. We must ask the gods for guidance. I imagine... a new regency... as a temporary measure, for the stability of the country. Unlike Smenkhkare, the king died leaving no close relative to whom the crown may be given, except for the still-to-be-born in the queen’s birth-cave.’
    ‘How did the accident happen?’ asked Huy.
    ‘That I do not know. But I have seen the wounds. They are ghastly. The charioteer was almost cut in two by one of the wheels.’
    ‘And the king?’
    ‘He must have been thrown clear when the chariot capsized, and struck his head on a rock.’ Ay paused.
    ‘Those are the doctors’ conclusions?’
    ‘Yes. They are self-evident. And there is no reason, really, to suspect anything other than an accident — though what the pharaoh was doing out hunting alone with his charioteer is still a mystery. Still, there are no grounds for believing it was the fault of the rest of the hunting party, and so they have been spared death.’ Ay poured wine and drank it in hurried sips. Huy saw that his lower lip was moist and slack.
    The former scribe paused in thought before speaking again. ‘What a tragedy this is,’ he said formally. ‘For the king’s family, and for the country.’
    ‘Indeed,’ replied Ay. ‘And the queen is left alone.’
    Huy waited in the silence, wondering what was coming next; but the old man appeared to expect him to speak.
    ‘What do you want me to do?’ he asked.
    Ay leant forward. ‘Despite all the evidence, I do not believe this was an accident. Too much is at stake. It reeks of coincidence. I want you to find out what really happened. I can fund you, and I can give you names; but I cannot help you more than that. Do you understand?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘Will you do it?’
    ‘It will be difficult.’
    Ay smiled. ‘I have not heard that difficulty deters you.’
    ‘Let me make plans, and then I will report to you.’
    Ay waved a querulous hand. ‘I do not wish to know your plans, and your contact with me must remain secret. I will send my messenger to you when I consider it safe to do so. Everything you do you must do as discreetly as possible. I chose you because I trust Ipuky, and because despite your obvious worth you are little known in this city.’
    ‘What is your objective?’
    Ay looked at him. ‘If you accept this job, I become your employer. My objective should not concern you. But you are an intelligent man and you will draw your own conclusions. Be sure that I will reward loyalty, Huy; just as certainly as I will punish betrayal.’
    ‘I will need access to the palace compound.’
    ‘I can arrange that. But you may not wear my livery. Nothing must connect you with me. I will have you attached to the palace as a house priest’s assistant. They will be preparing the king’s Book of the Dead for him to take to the tomb.’
    ‘What must I do? I cannot work as a scribe.’
    ‘I know that, Huy. You will probably have to do nothing. There are many servants in the palace in that position. The important thing is that the badge of office will get you past the guards.’
    ‘I will have to talk to the huntsman. I will have to see the chariot, and visit the place where the accident happened.’
    All that is clear to me. How you do it, however, is your problem.’

    Public events hurried the next days past, making it impossible for Huy to do more than lay outline plans and digest what he had been told. It was clear that he was about to wade in deeper water than he had ever entered before; and he trusted his paymaster no more than anyone else who might have been involved in the king’s