Drinker of Blood (1998)
“Robinson - Drinker of blood /**/ Chapter 12 Near Memphis, reign of Tutankhamun There was an unreal quality to the light that burst over the horizon, or perhaps it was only his perception. Meren felt as if he were seeing everything through chilled honey. His thoughts were thick and slow. Surrounded by disbelieving and hostile men, he could only stare in confusion at the king.
"Well?" The king's voice was shaky but demanding.
When Meren didn't answer, Tutankhamun turned away and held out ...his hand. A bodyguard gave him a bloody dagger. The king thrust the sullied blade at Meren. Meren found himself staring at his own weapon, which he'd left in his tent. He knew it because it was one of a scarce few in Egypt made of iron. The flat of the blade shone dully—where it wasn't smeared with blood. Lifting his gaze to pharaoh's, Meren shook his head in silence, knowing that any words he spoke would be as feathers swept away in a Nile current.
"I gave it to you," Tutankhamun said in an unsteady voice, "and you tried to kill me with it!" Meren found his voice at last.MoreLess
"Well?" The king's voice was shaky but demanding.
When Meren didn't answer, Tutankhamun turned away and held out ...his hand. A bodyguard gave him a bloody dagger. The king thrust the sullied blade at Meren. Meren found himself staring at his own weapon, which he'd left in his tent. He knew it because it was one of a scarce few in Egypt made of iron. The flat of the blade shone dully—where it wasn't smeared with blood. Lifting his gaze to pharaoh's, Meren shook his head in silence, knowing that any words he spoke would be as feathers swept away in a Nile current.
"I gave it to you," Tutankhamun said in an unsteady voice, "and you tried to kill me with it!" Meren found his voice at last.MoreLess
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