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Updated: June 5, 2025
The soft, delicately-tinted woman on the balcony at Assuan stood out before her as plainly as the luminous figure of Akhnaton had done. She was at Luxor! Two letters had arrived from Luxor for Mike in a woman's handwriting. "I will see Michael Ireton," he repeated. "His work is magnificent; so is his wife's. His work is amongst the men." "In their settlements, you mean?"
Michael might have talked to the old man, as he had often talked to herself, about the possibility of such a treasure having been hidden by the King when he, Akhnaton, knew that he was dying and when he realized that his new capital of Tel-el-Amarna would not long survive his decease, that the priests of the old religion would do all in their power to obliterate his memory and teachings.
He had allowed Millicent to remain unquestioned, even willingly, as a member of his expedition, since the sick man was in need of the delicate food and medicine her equipment contained. As his eyes dropped, he asked her what she knew about the hidden treasure. He had only told her about the tomb of Akhnaton; he had particularly refrained from mentioning the Pharaoh's hidden store.
The conclusion is that Akhnaton's body was brought from his original burying-place near his "City of the Horizon," and placed in his mother's tomb in the Western Hills. The name of Akhnaton had been erased from the coffin, but it was still readable on the gold ribbons which encircled the body.
Millicent said eagerly; it pleased her that Michael should speak of the things nearest his heart. He was allowing her to approach him. Michael laughed. "And yours, too, I hope?" "Why?" Millicent's heart quickened. "Because Akhnaton was the first man to preach simplicity, honesty, frankness and sincerity, and he preached it from a throne.
The prayer of all Egyptians from time immemorial had been that they might each day "leave the dim Underworld in order to see the light of the sun upon earth." Akhnaton had prayed this prayer, which was ancient before his day. Meg knew that his prayer had been answered. Akhnaton, the King, the passionate heretic, the visionary and the prophet, was seeing his adored Sun rising over his kingdom.
Freddy's eyes followed her. "Not the life for a girl, somehow," he said, a line of worry puckering his forehead, and for a few moments his thoughts deserted his work. It became faulty; he had to use his india-rubber over and over again. It was Meg's vision of Akhnaton that had intruded itself upon his work; he must drag his thoughts back again. Meg had told him about her vision.
He had been perfectly accurate on the subject of his own journey, that it had not been successful in regard to the treasure of Akhnaton. He had seen with extraordinary clearness all which had happened, even to the reading of his heart. It was unnecessary for Michael to tell him in words all that he had gone through, for the African was tired, and his eyes had seen.
"They prove, Mike, what after all is to us the most important fact in the whole affair that you were right, that all the information given you by the seer was correct." Margaret did not include her vision of Akhnaton in Millicent's presence; it was always a sacred subject between them. "That is what Abdul said, and I know it is true. But who can prove it?
The boundaries of the "City of the Horizon," Akhnaton's new capital, the seat of the heretic King, were so carefully laid down and defined by him that there has been no mistaking its exact size and circumference. Michael was going to the original tomb of Akhnaton, cut out of the hills which formed a half-crescent round the city, like a bay, reaching back from the river.
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