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These remarks amused other people mightily。 In fact； other passengers； charmed and seduced to a one； seemed to regard Ramsey as not a superintelligent being so much as one who was slightly retarded。 Overly sophisticated themselves； never guessing the reason behind his odd exclamations； they treated him tenderly and indulgently； never availing themselves of the information he would give out at a moment's provocation。
Not so with Elliott； who pumped him mercilessly。〃 Ancient battle。 What was it really like！ I mean； we've seen the great reliefs on the temple of Ramses the Third。 。。。〃
〃Ah； now that was a brilliant man； a worthy namesake。。。〃
〃What did you say？〃
〃A worthy namesake of Ramses the Second； that's all； go on。〃
〃But did a Pharaoh himself truly fight！〃
〃Oh； yes； of course。 Why； he rode at the head of his troops； he was symbol in action。 Why； in one battle； the Pharaoh himself might crush two hundred skulls with his bludgeon； he might make his way across the battlefield； executing the wounded and dying in the same manner。 When he retired to his tent； his arms would be drenched in blood to the elbows。 But remember； it was expected； you see。 If the Pharaoh fell 。。。 well； the battle would be over。〃
Silence。
Ramsey：〃 You don't want to know these things； do you？ And yet modern warfare is ghastly。 That recent war in Africa； men were blown apart by gunpowder。 And the Civil War in the United States； what a horror。 Things change； but they do not change。 。。。〃
〃Exactly。 Could you yourself do such a thing？ Crush skulls one after another？〃
Ramsey smiled。〃 You are a brave man； aren't you； Lord Elliott； Earl of Rutherford。 Yes； I could do it。 So could you； if you were there； and you were Pharaoh； you could do it。〃
The ship plowed on through the grey sea。 The coast of Africa loomed。 The party was almost over。
It had been another perfect night。 Alex had retired early； and Julie had been left alone to dance with Ramses for hours。 She'd drunk a little too much wine。
And now as they stood in the tiny low…ceilinged passage outside her stateroom； she felt as always the wrenching； the temptation and the desperation that she mustn't give in to it。
It caught her utterly off guard when Ramses spun her around； crushed her to his chest and kissed her more roughly than usual。 There was a painful urgency to it。 She found herself fighting； then drawing back on the edge of tears； her hand raised to hit him。 She didn't。
〃Why do you try to force me？〃 she said。
The look in his eyes frightened her。
〃I'm hungry；〃 he said； all semblance of courtesy lost；〃 hungry for you； for everything。 For food and drink and sunshine and life itself。 But above all； for you。 It is a pain in me！ I grow weary of it。〃
〃God！〃 she whispered。 She put her hands up delicately to cover her face。 Why was she resisting？ For the moment； she didn't know。
〃It's what it does to me； the potion in my veins；〃 he said。〃 I need nothing； yet nothing fills me。 Only love； perhaps。 And so I wait。〃 His voice grew quieter；〃 I wait for you to love me。 If that is what is required。〃
She laughed suddenly。 How clear it all was。
〃Ah； but with all your wisdom； you have it backwards；〃 she said。〃 What is required is that you love me。〃
His face went blank。 Then slowly he nodded。 He seemed utterly at a loss for words。 She could not guess what he was really thinking。
Quickly she opened the door and went inside and sat down alone on the sofa。 She put her face in her hands。 How childish it had sounded。 And yet it was true； it was heartbreakingly true。 And she began to cry softly； hoping Rita would not hear her。
Twenty…four hours； the navigator had told him； and we shall dock in Alexandria。
He leaned on the railing of the deck。 And peered into the thick mist which covered the water pletely。
It was four o'clock。 Not even the Earl of Rutherford was about。 Samir had been fast asleep when last Ramses visited their rooms。 And so he had the deck to himself。
He loved it。 He loved the deep rumble of the engines through the great steel hull。 He loved the ship's pure power。 Ah； the paradox of twentieth…century man amid his great machines and inventions； for he was the same two…legged creature he had ever been； and yet his inventions were begetting inventions。
He drew out a cheroot…one of the sweet； mild smokes which the Earl of Rutherford had given him； and cupping his hand around the match carefully lighted it。 He could not see the smoke as it disappeared； yet the thing tasted divine。 He closed his eyes and savored the wind； and let himself think of Julie Stratford again now that she was safely barricaded in her little bedchamber。
But Julie Stratford faded。 It was Cleopatra he saw。 Twenty…four hours and we shall be in Alexandria。
He saw the conference room in the palace of long ago； the long marble table； and she the young Queen…young as Julie Stratford was now…conversing with her ambassadors and advisers。
He watched from an antechamber。 He had been gone for a long time； wandering far to the north and to the east； into kingdoms that had not been known to him at all in earlier centuries。 And returning the night before； had gone directly to her bedchamber。
All night long they'd made love； the windows had been open to the sea； she had been as hungry for him as he had been for her； for though he had had a hundred women in the preceding months； he loved only Cleopatra。 So feverish his lovemaking had been that finally he had almost hurt her； yet she had invited him to go on； her arms holding him tight； her body again and again receiving him。
The audience was over。 He watched her dismiss her courtiers。 He watched her rise from her chair and e towards him…a tall woman with magnificent bones； and a long slender neck beautifully exposed； her rippling black hair swept back from her face into a circle on the back of her head in the Roman manner。
There was a vaguely defiant expression on her face； and a lift to her chin which accentuated it。 It gave an immediate impression of strength； badly needed to temper innate seductiveness。
Only when she had drawn the curtain did she turn to him and smite； her dark eyes firing beautifully。
There had been a time in his life when dark…eyed beings were all he knew； he alone was the blue…eyed one because he had drunk the elixir。 Then he traveled to distant lands； lands of which Egyptians knew nothing； and he met pale…eyed mortal men and women。 And dazzling though these things were； brown eyes for him remained the true eyes； the eyes he could fathom instantly。
Julie Stratford's eyes were deep brown； and large； and full of easy affection and response； as Cleopatra's eyes had been that day when she embraced him。
〃Now； what are my lessons for this afternoon？〃 she'd asked in Greek； the only language they spoke to each other； something in her gaze acknowledging the long night of intimacy。
〃Simple；〃 he said。〃 Disguise yourself and e with me and walk among your people。 To see what no Queen can ever see。 That is what I want of you。〃
Alexandria。 What would it be tomorrow？ It had been a Greek city then of stone streets and whitewashed walls； and merchants who sold to all the world…a port full of weavers； jewelers； glass blowers； makers of papyri。 In a thousand marketplace shops they worked above the crowded harbour。
Through the bazaar they had walked together； both of them in the shapeless cloaks all men and women wore who did not wish to be recognized。 Two travellers through time。 And he had spoken to her of so many things…of his wanderings north into Gaul； of his long trek to India。 He had ridden elephants and seen the great tiger with his own eyes。 He had e back to Athens to listen to the philosophers。
And what had he learned？ That Julius Caesar； the Roman general； would conquer the world； that he would take Egypt if Cleopatra did not stop him。
What had her thoughts been that day？ Had she let him ramble on without absorbing all the desperate advice he gave her？ What had she seen of the mon men about her？ The women and children hard at work at the laundry tubs and the looms？ Of the sailors of all nations searching for the brothels？
To the great university they had wandered； to listen to the teachers under the porticoes。
Finally in a dirt square they'd stopped。 From the mon well Cleopatra had drunk； from the mon cup on its rope。
〃It tastes the same；〃 she had said with a playful smile。
He remembered so clearly the cup dropped down into the deep cool water。 The sound echoing up the stone walls； the hammering that came from the docks； and the vision through the narrow street to his right of the masts of the ships； a leafless forest there。
〃What is it you really want of me； Ramses？〃 she had asked。
〃That you be a good and wise Queen of Egypt。 I've told you。〃
She'd taken his arm； forced him to look at her。
〃You want more than that。 You're preparing me for something much more important。〃
〃No；〃 he said； but that had been a lie； the first lie he had ever told h