The Temple
of Amun was visible for leagues, not because of the grandeur of the buildings
alone but because of how they were swept clean of the sand.
It wasn’t a
Temple in a city, it was a Temple in and of itself, and a city had crept up to
huddle against its skirts, though secular work didn’t dare come any closer than
a half-day’s walk.
The reason
Naida and her friends could see it so far away was a combination of two
things. One, they were so high in the
God’s airbarq and two, the Brooms of Amun, each one towering thin and dark and
full of dust a hundred cubits into the lapis blue sky, dancing all around,
twisting in dust dervishes that gathered up sand and carried it away in
cartloads.
The Brooms kept the desert at bay
and the acolytes that were tasked with sweeping were the youngest, least
powerful of the priestesses and priests.
Not one dared come anywhere near them as they flew between two
Brooms. Naida blinked and Kurama yipped
when one of the Brooms opened a pair of fiery eyes and winked at them before
casually plowing into a dune and making it vanish, in effect.
The square, solid blocks of
towers and the perfectly cut stone walls looked sharp edged enough to cut one’s
sight and made the eyes water and blink.
It didn’t brood, or hulk, or even lounge against the sand. It just was.
Lines of palms lead to the Temple
itself and avenues of ramheaded sphinxes shone bright as if wet against the
pale sandstone, every statue painted, gilded, with gems for eyes. On the walls gigantic images of the God in
all his forms loomed, surrounded by his titles and cartouches.
The barq of the Sun God settled
down with barely a hiss against the sand and Re stepped out onto the first
stone of avenue leading to the Temple
doors that stood open. Lotus columns and
painted obelisks stood behind the Avenue of Sphinxes and behind them palms
waved overhead. Every Sphinx had a
plinth made of water brick, another trick of the Amun priesthood. They could build with bricks made of water,
as if they were solid.
“Amun,” Re said in a conversational
tone as the barq behind him vanished. “We
haven’t had a chance to chat in a while.
I think We should.”
The first two Sphinxes stood up
and their plinths became fountains as they stepped down. Naida found they were
much, much bigger than Temis and even though they had the heads of rams instead
of lions, they seemed much more dangerous somehow, as if they might consider
butting heads with a mountain, with you in between, without noticing.
Re tapped His foot and it rang
all the way down the road, like a wave in the fabric of creation. “You two should really reconsider annoying
Me. I know your God has the title ‘King
of the Gods’ but you see… My title is ‘Creator’ as well as ‘He Who Shines’. You really want to upset me that much? I’m going to come in here and nothing and no
one is going to stop Me.”
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