“And you weren’t even going to say goodbye?” Karoya was sitting with her arms folded crossly.
“I thought it would be better if you were as surprised as everyone else. I didn’t want you to get into trouble.”
“I’m coming with you,” said Hapu, scrambling to his feet.
“I have to hurry,” said Ramose gathering up his things. “The boat to Memphis leaves soon.”
“I suppose once you’re pharaoh you won’t be interested in having an apprentice painter for a friend.”
“Certainly not a slave.”
“That’s not true. I was just concerned about your safety. It’ll be dangerous when I get to Memphis. I have enemies there. My father is ill. It won’t be easy to get to see him.”
His friends sat in silence.
“I’ll send for both of you when it’s safe. I promise.”
“If it’s going to be so difficult, you’ll need help,” said Hapu rolling up his reed mat. “And anything’s better than going to Tombos.”
Ramose didn’t have time to argue. He couldn’t decide whether he was glad or not that his friends were coming with him. He appreciated the company, but three people wandering around Egypt were a lot more obvious than one. They had to work out a story.
It was easy enough to get on the boat to Memphis. The boatman was happy to carry them without asking questions once he had one of Ramose’s gold rings in his hand.
It was a long way to Memphis. The winds blew from the north, any boat sailing south only had to put up a sail to be carried down the Nile. Travelling north wasn’t so easy and the wooden boat had a crew of oarsmen to push it against the prevailing wind. They were away before most people were awake.
The journey was going to take two weeks at least. Ramose would have plenty of time to think about what he would do when he arrived in the northern city. The boatman was very curious about his young passengers. Ramose told him the story that they had invented—that he and Hapu had been apprenticed to workers at the temple of Ptah. He pulled out a scroll of papyrus and showed the boatman. The boatman looked at the squiggly writing and the important-looking red seal on the bottom and nodded.
“The old temple is being rebuilt,” said Ramose. Hapu nodded knowledgeably. “The slave girl will cook for us on our journey.” Karoya tried to look like an obedient servant.
The boatman looked suspiciously at Mery, who was miaowing loudly and unhappily from her basket.
“A present for the lady of the household where we will be staying,” explained Ramose. Hapu nodded again.
The boatman seemed satisfied with their story and went off to shout at the oarsmen.
Hapu waited until he was well out of earshot before he spoke. “That papyrus is the list of food sent to the Great Place from the city last month!”
Ramose grinned. “I knew he wouldn’t be able to read.”
“So I am your slave as usual,” said Karoya.
“You are a slave, Karoya,” said Hapu. “What else was he supposed to say?”
“He could have said I was a princess from Kush going to pay tribute to Pharaoh.”
“I don’t think you’re quite dressed for the part. And where are all your servants, Your Highness?”
“Stop arguing, you two,” said Ramose. “The boatman will hear.”
He glanced over at the boatman who was now settling down for a rest.
“You will have to be our slave while we are travelling, Karoya. Anything else would just attract attention. I promise you that as soon as I am pharaoh, the first thing I will do is grant you freedom and see that you are returned to your homeland.”
They were the only passengers on the boat. The boat had a cargo of logs, precious hardwood from the southern lands. After they had been travelling for two days, Karoya let Mery out of her basket. The cat sniffed around the boat suspiciously, but soon got used to the idea of living on a boat. Karoya was still uncomfortable with so much water around her. She sat in the middle of the boat with her eyes fixed firmly on the shore.
Ramose and Hapu fished and played senet. They watched the land slip by them on either side. They saw brief scenes from people’s lives as they passed: women pounding dirty clothes with rocks, a man trying to move a stubborn ox, a child crying over a lost ball that was floating out of reach.
Each evening the boat was moored and Karoya went off in search of dry reeds and animal dung to make a cooking fire. They ate a simple meal of bread and fish, and then slept on the boat on their reed mats. When they stopped at a town they bought more food. Ramose had exchanged two of his gold rings for copper. It attracted too much attention when they offered gold in exchange for flour and vegetables.
The journey was taking longer than Ramose had expected. After a week on board the boat, they had only reached Akhmim, which by Ramose’s reckoning was only a third of the way to Memphis. At this rate it was going to take a lot of gold to keep the three of them fed on the journey. Actually there were four mouths to feed as Mery had to have a daily supply of fish and milk.
“Look,” whispered Hapu as if he had read Ramose’s thoughts. “Over there.”
Ramose looked over to where Hapu was pointing. A rat was walking calmly along the edge of the boat. It hopped from there onto one of the logs strapped to the deck. Mery was curled up asleep in her open basket totally unaware of the rat.
“Did you see that?” said Hapu to Karoya. “There was a rat. That cat of yours didn’t even notice it! It’s useless. All it does is eat our food, drink our milk and make that awful wailing noise when we’re trying to sleep.”
“Sounds a bit like you,” said Karoya scratching Mery behind the ear.
“I don’t wail,” said Hapu.
Ramose ignored his friends’ bickering and returned to his thoughts. He knew he’d need gold to bribe people once he got to the palace if he was going to get anywhere near his father. He wondered if his supply of gold was enough.
“I’m bored,” said Hapu. “How much further is it?”
Ramose was beginning to wish that he’d managed to sneak away on his own. Hapu and Karoya were either complaining about being on a boat for so long or arguing with each other.
“Nobody asked you to come,” said Ramose irritably. “But just remember that if you weren’t on this boat, Hapu, you’d be on another one heading for alien lands beyond the reaches of Egypt. And you, Karoya, would be Ianna’s slave.”
His friends didn’t say anything. Ramose had to admit he was sick of the boat as well. It wasn’t like the royal barge that had taken him up and down the river when he was still a prince. Then he’d had a comfortable bed, servants to attend to his slightest need, and as much food as he wished to eat.
Later that evening they were sitting on board the boat eating their evening meal.
“Can’t we get some meat?” Hapu grumbled. “I’m sick of fish.” He was just about to put a piece of fish in his mouth when Mery strode up importantly and dropped something in his lap. Hapu looked down. It was a dead rat. He leapt to his feet with a yell.
“You said you wanted meat!” said Karoya.
It was the first time Ramose had laughed in quite a while.
Another six days brought them to a town called Hardai. The royal barge had never stopped there. Ramose didn’t like the look of it. It was just a collection of mud brick houses and dusty streets.
The people didn’t smile, they were not friendly. Karoya got into an argument with a woman who was trying to sell her some rotten grapes when she wanted figs. The three friends walked back towards the boat and for once they were pleased to be getting back on board. The boatman was sitting on the wharf waiting for them. He looked up and grinned as they approached.
“It’s going to cost you another twenty deben of copper to go all the way to Memphis,” he said while picking at a scab on his hand.
Ramose looked at him in disbelief. “What are you talking about? We already paid you for the whole trip.”
“The winds have been stronger than expected,” said the boatman. “It’s taking longer than I thought.”
“What difference does that make?” shouted Hapu angrily. “We aren’t eating your food.”
“The extra weight is slowing us down.”
“That’s nonsense,” said Ramose. “We weigh nothing compared to your cargo.”
He jerked his head towards the huge logs on board the boat.
“And Mery has caught three rats since we’ve been on your dirty boat,” added Karoya.
“An extra twenty deben or you stay here,” said the boatman.
Ramose was furious. “Okay, we stay here.”
The boatman called his bluff. “I’m casting off.”
“Go then,” said Ramose stubbornly. “We’ll find another boat going to Memphis.”
“Hardai’s not the place to spend the night outdoors,” said the man, unwinding the rope that tied up his boat.
“Ramose,” whispered Hapu. “There might not be another boat for days.”
Ramose was too angry to listen to reason.
The boatman threw the rope on board. He jumped aboard himself.
“This is your last chance,” he said.
Ramose said nothing.
“Row!” shouted the boatman to his oarsmen.
The boat moved away from the quay leaving the three companions stranded in Hardai.