Neferneferuaten:
Glorious is the Splendour of the Sun
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By Robin Gordon

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PART II: NEBMAATRE


10. The Falcon has flown

    The new young King was full of energy and eager to start his co-regency.  Ministers and advisers were rapidly appointed, most of them, as was traditional in Kemet, the sons of his father’s ministers.
    It was not long before he summoned the First Prophet of Amun to his apartments in the palace complex.
    “To the east of the great temple of Amun,” he said, “there is a vast mudflat with no building on it.  My father, the Dazzling Aten ...”
    “Life prosperity, health” murmured the priest.
    “Indeed,” continued the young King, “he has built many great things at Ipet-Sut.  It is my intention to build an even greater temple on that empty site so that the gods may have all the honour due to them.”
    “Your Majesty is most kind, most generous,” said the priest.
    “I have then your support for the collection of taxes and the diversion of temple income?”
    “Of course, Sire.  I will today instruct the Second Prophet to make generous provision from the estates of Amun for this noble project.”
    “In the meantime,” said the King, I will continue work on the latest gateway to the temple which my father the Dazzling Aten ...”
    “Life, prosperity health.”
    “... started but has not yet finished.
    “Too kind.” and the First Prophet went in considerable delight to tell his priests that the Young King was even more generous to Amun than his father had been – and this was no faint praise, for King Nebmaatre-Amenhotep had built on a larger scale at the holy place of Ipet-Sut than any previous monarch.  The accession of King Neferkheperure-Waenre-Amenhotep heralded even more wealth and influence for Amun, King of the Gods.
    The First Prophet was less pleased when, some time later, the Young King called him in again and instructed him to lead an expedition to the quarry at Kheny.*1  He protested, as far as one could protest against the decree of an all-powerful god-king, pointing out that, while supervisors from the scribal class were always essential, it was unheard of for the First Prophet of Amun to be assigned such a task.  The King merely replied that the great temple would be the biggest ever seen at Ipet-Sut and that a project of this importance demanded the attendance of the High Priest.  Specialist scribes, used to the work of quarrying, would accompany him and carry out the necessary supervision of the quarrymen, but his presence would emphasise the importance of the task.
    The Young King then went on to speak in excited tones of the size of the temple, the construction of which would be expedited by his new idea.  In the past, while temples and other monuments were measured in cubits, they were built of massive blocks that varied considerably in size.  The bold new idea was that each block quarried in Kheny should be one cubit long and half a cubit wide and deep.  These new blocks would be much more easily carried by the builders and the temple might then be complete by the time of King Nebmaatre’s next heb-sed in three years’ time.
    The First Prophet found himself agreeing that this would be wonderful and that the project should, after all, be under the supervision of a senior priest, and so, on the orders of the King, he sailed upstream to Kheny with the King’s scribes and spent several weeks living in cramped and uncomfortable accommodation – at least by his standards – watching the supervisors as they instructed the quarrymen and recorded the number of blocks extracted.  His contribution was minimal.  He had nothing to do.  He was bored, and he could not understand why the King required his presence there.
    On his return he was even less enamoured of the project.  The temple would not be the traditional closed building with an inner sanctum, accessible only to the priests, where the golden image of the god dwelt and was attended each day.  It would be a vast open space, like the temples of the Sun God from the far-off old times, and the Young King often referred to it as the House of the Aten, the Sun-Disc.

    At about this time the Old King sickened, and it became obvious that he was near to death.  His vast tomb was already well-prepared and fully decorated.  Grave goods began to pile up in the storerooms of the palace, everything the King could possibly need in the afterlife, from chariots of electrum to loaves of bread, from weapons of war to jars of wine, from jewellery and amulets to statues of the gods.
    Then one day Queen Nefertiti was awakened by the sound of wailing.
    “The falcon has flown,” a weeping servant told her, “and the falcon sits in his place.”
    Amenhotep explained.  “The falcon has flown” meant “the king is dead” and “the falcon sits in his place” meant the new Hor replaces the old and the line of kings goes on.
    Queen Tiye and her daughters appeared with dishevelled hair and ashes on their heads, wailing as if inconsolable.
    The body of the King was laid on a bed with heads of Sekhmet, the Lion Goddess who protects against disease and other evils, decorating its supporting sides, and his ministers filed past to pay their last respects, followed by the palace servants, from the highest official to the lowliest kitchen maid.  Nefertiti saw the Fan-Bearer, General Ay, Priest of Min and self-styled brother of the old queen and father of the new, and she noted the smug triumph on his face, and remembered how he hoped to twist “King Honky” round his little finger.
    Messengers were sent out to take the news to Waset and the other cities, for a time of mourning was upon the Two Lands.  It would take seventy days to prepare the King’s body for its resting place in the tomb, and during that time no-one would drink wine or eat meat, no one would bathe, and no-one would have sex.  People would weep in the streets, and messages of condolence would come from the other great Kings, his brothers, though none would be as heartfelt as that from Tushratta of Mitanni, who would rather have lost half his people than his dearest friend.
    When the time came the body was placed in a sarcophagus of papyrus stems and carried down to a boat of a kind Nefertiti had not seen before.
    “It is the neshet, the boat of the god Usír,” Queen Tiye explained, and the women whom you see here are professional mourners.  They are called the Kites of Nebet-Het.  A procession of boats followed the neshet until it landed again on the west bank of the river.  There a group of male dancers, wearing wreaths of papyrus crowned with caps like the Hedjet or White Crown, met them and by nodding their heads and gesturing with their hands made them welcome and assured them that the spirits of the necropolis would gladly admit the deceased King.
    His body in its casket of papyrus stems was carried ashore, the Kites of Nebet-Het danced and wailed, then two of them, representing (as Queen Tiye whispered to Nefertiti) the goddesses Iset and her sister Nebet-Het) began to recite the Lament over Usír, for, (as Queen Tiye explained), the King, who had once been the living Hor, was now Usír.
    A bull was led forward and sacrificed under the supervision of the Kite who represented Iset, then the casket containing the body was raised onto the shoulders of a group of men.
The procession set off, led by a censing priest, while the pallbearers chanted, “Let his son, Hor, hand his enemy over to him, and let the crown of his justification before the gods be presented to him.”
The Kites of Nebet-Het followed them, with the Queens and the young king and his sisters, and behind them came servants carrying grave goods, the treasures and everyday objects that would accompany the King to the world of the dead.
 
Funeral procession

The King’s body was taken into his funerary temple and handed over to the embalmers.  His grave goods were taken into another part of the temple, and, while this was happening, the royal family and the senior officials held a banquet to remember the King’s life.
Seventy days of mourning now began.  No-one bathed, had sex, ate meat, or drank wine.  Citizens wept in the streets for the loss of their King, and they wept sincerely, for few Kings of the Two Lands were as loved as Nebmaatre-Amenhotep.
    Then came the time of his funeral.  The royal family, the viziers, the ministers, the senior priests and army officers, and crowds of ordinary men and women congregated on the west bank of the river near the King’s funerary temple and watched as the sem-priests*2 brought out his open coffin and loaded it onto a sledge.  Inside lay the body of the late King, preserved by long soaking in natron and now wrapped carefully in swathes of linen bandages wherein lay precious amulets to guard him on his journey.
    On another sledge were loaded four jars.  These contained his internal organs, removed through a small slit in his side, so that they would not decompose inside his body and ruin it.  He would still need them in the afterlife, so they too were preserved and would be taken with him to the tomb.  His brain was of no account and had been thrown away, but his heart was preserved and lay in its usual place inside his chest.  His heart was the seat of his being.  It would speak for him before the gods, and it would be weighed against the feather of Maat, goddess of justice, at his judgement before Usír.  The Justified, judged True-of-Voice, would proceed to the Field of Reeds to continue their life for eternity, but the King would enter the Barque of Re and travel with the Sun God, helping to defend him on his journey through the hours of darkness and to ensure that the sun would rise again and restore life to the world.
    Grave goods of all kinds were piled on sledges drawn by oxen, but when the procession moved off the King’s sledge was pulled by the viziers and other senior ministers.  They had a heavy load to draw, for the King’s coffin was of solid gold.  Wailing women, the Kites of Nebet-Het, followed, lamenting wildly.

    At the entrance to the valley they were met by the Muu-dancers, and these guided the procession, now no longer followed by the crowds, for ordinary people were not allowed into the sacred necropolis.
    The route of the procession included short visits to symbolic areas within the valley representing places of cultic importance, including Sai, the site of Usír’s grave, the holy city of Abdju, and Per-Wadjet, the home of the Cobra Goddess who protected the Lower Kemet.  Then it continued to the western valley and the King’s tomb, where it was greeted by two Muu-dancers, His-Face-Before and His-Face-Behind, who wore no caps but danced bareheaded to welcome the deceased.

 Muu-dancers

    The coffin was unloaded and leaned against a mound of sand so that the mummy of the King and his magnificent gold and jewelled mask could be seen, and the main ceremonies began.  Lamentations were sung, including again the Lamentation over Usír, sung by two of the Kites of Nebet-Het.  Libations were poured and the priests called on Usír and Djehuty to seize the King’s enemies that he might be freed from them and reborn.  Incense was burned before the King, and the priests chanted the names of gods who had gone to the Underworld with their kau*3 or spirits.  They called on the King to go with his ka, and chanted, “The arm of your ka is before you, the arm of your ka is behind you, the leg of your ka is before you, the leg of your ka is behind you.”  The King is united thus with his ka, and the Eye of Hor symbol displayed to him to ward off evil.
    Cold water and two pellets of natron were then offered, followed by five pellets of natron from the south and five more from the north.
    Sem-priests approached the mummy and held before the lips of the golden mask two stone fingers.  Queen Tiye explained to Nefertiti that they represented the fingers of the midwives which would symbolically clear the airways of the reborn King of mucus and allow him to breathe the air of the Underworld.  Another approached and held before the lips a pesesh-kaf, the knife with which the midwives cut the umbilical cord.
    “You must breathe and take food on your own,” they chanted, “for you are now born into the Afterworld of Eternity,” and they offered two bottles, one empty, one containing milk, representing the breasts of Hor and Iset.  A soft cake was then offered to the reborn King.
    Then the priests offered him five cloves of garlic, followed by a hard cake and some wine.
    “The King is now reborn,” said Queen Tiye to Nefertiti.  “He is given milk and soft food, then the cloves of garlic represent his new teeth, and the hard cake will help him cut them while the wine will numb his gums.  Now Amenhotep will complete the ritual using an adze.  Just as the adze wielded by the sculptor gives form and therefore life to the statue, so the adze wielded by the son will give new life to his father.”
    Amenhotep approached.  With the adze he touched the lips, the nose, the eyes and the ears of the mask.
    “Now,” said Queen Tiye, my husband will enter the next life able to speak, to breathe, to see and to hear.”
    A bull was then sacrificed, and its heart and foreleg presented to the mummy.
    “Symbols of strength,” said Queen Tiye.
    The lid of the coffin was carried forward and fixed in place.  The gold coffin was placed within a coffin of gilded wood, which was then sealed with its lid and placed inside a third coffin, also of gilded wood.  When this was closed the priests carried it into the tomb where a stone sarcophagus awaited.
    The sides and tops of three beautiful gilded and bejewelled wooden shrines were then carried in, to be erected around the sarcophagus, and the grave goods followed: beds whose sides were in the form of Hwt-Hor, Sekhmet and other gods and goddesses were carried in, chariots were wheeled in and carried down the long staircases, chests of treasures, mummified joints of beef, jars of wine, everything that the King would need to live for eternity, including boxes and boxes of shabtis, little figures of the King himself, made of clay pottery, faience and even gold.
    “Servants, who will come forth to perform any tasks the King is called on to do,” said Queen Tiye.  “There will be 360 ordinary servants to do the work, 36 supervisors and some senior supervisors.  Plus another five for the dead days of the year.*4  It will take some time to load all that.  The tomb is 170 cubits long and beautifully decorated.  We will visit the King before it is sealed and you will be able to see just how well we have set him up, but now it is time for the feast.”
    The funeral feast had been prepared and now the new King, the Queen and the Queen Mother sat with a hundred or so high officials and ministers, including, of course, Ay, to feast in honour of the late King.

    It was several weeks later that Nefertiti visited the King’s tomb, accompanied by Amenhotep, Queen Tiye, several scribes, and, of course, Ay.
    “Mmmh mmmh, it must be so very distressing for you, my dear sister,” he whispered as they descended the long sloping corridors and the staircases that led down into the depths of the earth.
    Queen Tiye merely nodded without saying anything.
    “But, of course,” Ay continued, “we all know that our dearly beloved King has been found true of voice and lives among the Justified, and that he travels with the Sun God, with Re himself, fulfilling the duties of a King and ensuring that the sun will rise each morning.  That must be such a comfort to you, my dear sister.”
    Again the Queen nodded and said nothing.  Nefertiti knew that she was irritated beyond measure by the presence of Ay, with his constant repetition of “my dear sister”.
    At last they came down to the antechamber and the burial chamber.  The grave goods were arranged in perfect order, the meat and drink in one place all together, the chariots parked in a row, the beds neatly arranged, the statues of the King protecting his burial chamber, the chests of gold and other treasures neatly stacked in a small room off the chamber.
    “That room there,” said Tiye, “that was intended for me, and that other one was added for my daughter Sitamun when she was made an official consort.  I expect that, when my time comes, I’ll be buried in Amenhotep’s tomb.  There will be a place there for you too, but I dare say you’ll outlive him.  My great aunt Tiaa didn’t just outlive her husband, she outlived her son too.”
    They said a few words of farewell to the King, who was now with the gods, and left the tomb.
    Prince Amenhotep was now King, his wife Nefertiti was Queen, and Queen Tiye, as she had intended was Queen Mother, retaining all her power and influence.

 Queen Tiye
Queen Tiye


Notes

*1 Kheny
    A sandstone quarry situated where the Nile cliffs are at their narrowest. It is forty miles north of Aswan, between Edfu and Kom Ombo.  The name means “the Place of Rowing”.  It is now called Gebel el-Silsila, “Chain of Mountains”.
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*2 Sem-priests
    The sem-priests took charge of the arrangement of funerals, from initial mummification through to the interment.  The sem-priest officiating at the burial wore a leopard-skin and normally carried out the ceremony of the Opening of the Mouth which allowed the deceased to see, hear, breathe and speak in the Afterlife.  The eldest son and successor of the deceased seems often to have assumed the role of sem-priest, and, in the case of the kings, this confirmed his right to succeed.
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*3 Ka
    The singular is ka, the plural kau.  The ka is a form of soul, the vital essence which left the body on death.  It had to be sustained with food and drink, the offerings left at or stored in the tomb of the deceased.
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*4 365 days in the year
    The Egyptians were the first to calculate the length of the year at 360 days, which gave us the 360 degrees of the circle.  The year consisted of 12 months of 30 days each, to which they later added 5 extra called the dead days.
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