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Well, you could have knocked me down with the most expensive ostrich feather in Thebes when my dear boy told me his surprise! I know he’s the Pharaoh and can do whatever he wants, even though he’s only nine years old, but even I wasn’t expecting this.
I knew he was up to something. I’d seen him whispering to his little friend Ankhy Pankhy and sneaking glances at me, thinking I hadn’t noticed. I overheard words like ‘out of the way for a long time’, and ‘get lost for ever’, so I knew he was up to something extra special. And then he told me.
‘Mum, you know you’re always telling me how important the River Nile is to everyone in Egypt. Well, I was wondering how you’d like a bit of a break – a nice long break – like a cruise all the way down the river to Giza, to see the pyramids.’
To be honest, I’ve never been very interested in the pyramids. Who wants to wander round boring old piles of stones that have been collecting dust for over 1200 years? That’s what tourists do, as I told Tutti.
‘Yes, but tourists don’t travel in the royal barge, stopping to stay with their friends and shopping at places like Herrods with other people’s money, do they?’
I had to admit that he was right and the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea of cruising in luxury, being pampered and having everything paid for with everyone looking up to me for a change. I also fancied visiting my childhood friend Nicencleen who lives out at the Faiyum and I could spend a few days in Memphis with Helvis and Preslettiti and shop till I drop with exhaustion.
That’s why I started writing you, dear diary. I know I get a bit forgetful and muddled and I thought this would help me remember all the lovely things I’m going to see and do while I’m away. I thought it would be a nice present for Tutti when I get back – whenever that is.
Now, I must go for my bath… or is it my wig fitting… or my new robe… or my lunch? If only someone would invent something clever that reminds you of all the things you have to do without you having to remember them, but I suppose that’s like imagining you could fly through the air from here to Giza instead of going by river.
We do have funny ideas don’t we?
1. Get a map.
Tutti gets so cross with me when I get things wrong, especially when I get lost or go the wrong way. So I’m going to get really organized for this lovely holiday. One of the nice priests called Twink Eltwinkel is helping me. He is very good at finding his way about. He knows how to use the stars to find where the north is. Apparently that’s terribly important. Once you know where north is you can work out where everywhere else is. At least I think that’s what he told me. Anyway I am travelling north on my holiday and he gave me a map which is awfully useful because he says it will show me where I’m going and where I am when I’m there.
I suppose that makes sense.
2. Pray to Hapy.
Hapy, as I learnt when I was a very little girl, is the god of the River Nile. So I must remember to say a few prayers to him if I want to enjoy my holiday. I don’t want the river to leave me high and dry on a mudbank. Neither do I want an enormous flood that would sweep me right down to the Mediterranean Sea.
Of course Hapy gets quite a lot of prayers because without HIM we’d all be in the black and sticky, as Tutti would say. Actually that’s not quite right, because it’s Hapy who brings wonderful black mud down the river every year when the Nile floods. That’s why we call the soil beside the river ‘black earth’. I’ve heard that other people don’t think much of having their fields covered with black mud, but we ancient Egyptians (and the young ones too) love it because it makes our crops grow marvellously. When the crops grow well there’s a good harvest, with plenty to eat and everyone’s happy with Hapy.
I may not be the greatest geographer in Egypt but I do know the difference between the Black Land and the Red Land. Naturally, I wouldn’t dream of going into the Red Land myself. It’s a terrible place – wild and empty with only sand and dust and rocks as far as you can see. There’s not a drop of water, so I can only imagine what the people there must smell like if they can’t wash! And, as any Egyptian will tell you, smelling nasty is very sinful. The gods don’t like it and neither do I.
3. Decide when to come back.
Time is something that Tutti and I don’t always agree on. He says I have no idea about time. Listening to him you’d think the most embarrassing thing for a pharaoh is to have a mother who is always in the wrong place at the wrong time. Is that why he’s sending me on this holiday? Well I shall let him know exactly when I am coming back and I shall stick to it, whatever happens. One thing I’m sure about is that I must be back by New Year. Well, no one in Egypt would want to miss New Year unless they were really stupid – or lived right out in the middle of the dreadful Red Land.
My friend the god Hapy makes sure that New Year always comes at the beginning of summer. He sends a special sign, just in case people like me get a bit confused. At New Year Hapy makes the water in the river start to rise. As the water gets higher that’s when the river floods all the fields bringing that nice thick black, squidgy, sludgy mud that everyone has been waiting for. So, I must be back for the New Year Celebrations to have that very special mud facepack and to sing Old Long Nile with all my friends. I’m not sure that Tutti will think it’s a long enough holiday though. It’ll only be about forty days and forty nights and the dear sweet boy wants me to have a really long holiday. He said something about being off my trolley, some kind of slang for needing a rest, I dare say.
4. Say goodbye to my old friends.
While the servants are finishing my packing and getting everything ready on the royal barge, I thought I would just pop over the river to the other side to say goodbye to a few old ‘friends’. They’re not friends in the way that my friends in Thebes are friends. These ones are rather special. For one thing most of them are kings. They’re also very old. And they’re buried underground because they’ve all gone to their afterlife in the Underworld.
The place where I go and visit them is called the Valley of the Kings. Only the very top people get buried there. Tutti will go there one day, though knowing him he’ll hide himself away and no one will find where he is for thousands of years.
I hope that if I visit there often enough I might find a nice place to go myself when the time comes to make my journey to the Underworld. Tutti’s often saying he wishes I would stay in the Valley of Kings for good – he must think such a lot of me to have such a sweet idea.
Thousands of years ago pharaohs and other important people (like me) used to build great big pyramids for themselves. Pyramids are very grand, but they’re not very comfortable. I wouldn’t like to spend my afterlife inside one. I know I’d get lost and the idea of having all the stone piled up on top of me would give me the creeps. No, I’d be much happier in a nice cosy rock tomb, cut into the hillside, like the ones in the Valley of the Kings. It’s a very nice neighbourhood too – a very good address when people come to see you.
Of course there’s one tomb there we’d all love to move into. That’s the fabulous temple built by a ‘king’ who must have been very much like me – anyway that’s what I think.
This ‘king’ was actually a queen. Her name was Hatshepsut and she lived only 150 years ago. She showed them who was boss when she ruled Egypt! Oh, yes, they knew who gave the orders when Queen Hatshepsut was running the country. And her temple shows it. It’s the first thing you see when you go to the Valley of the Kings. It’s very grand. It would suit me very well. I must have a word with Tutti about it.
5. Be a good mummy.
It must be having to leave Tutti for a long time that set me thinking about what it takes to be a mummy, and how I must be a really good mummy from now until I go away. I expect anyone can become a rotten mummy. To be a good mummy, one that people will still be talking about long after you’ve gone to the Underworld, that takes some doing. Naturally I want to be an extra-special mummy, so I looked up ‘Mummies’ in the Yellow Papyri and found this advertisement.
With an invitation like that I was round at Karnak Way like an arrow from a bow. Mr Rappemtite, the head mummy man was very helpful. He showed me some lovely colour pictures painted on the wall and gave me their brochure which explains everything that has to be done if I’m going to be a good mummy.
It wasn’t quite what I expected, but then so many things aren’t quite what I expect.
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When that’s over it’s time for another wash and a rub with all your favourite spices to give you a heavenly smell your friends will envy until the day they die.
When you’re quite ready we start the most skilful part of the process – the wrapping. Hundreds of metres of top-quality linen bandages are wrapped tightly round and round and round you. It takes two weeks from start to finish, but by the end you can be sure you’ll stay in perfect shape for as long as you want.
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You can tell they offer a very good service. Lots of my old friends have been to them. They take care of everything. They send you off into the afterlife with all you could possibly need: furniture, food, boats to travel and fish in, clothes, games to play, statues to keep you company, musical instruments, chariots and hunting weapons, jewellery, even guide books to the Underworld – you name it, they’ll make sure you have it. In fact they do such a good job that I have heard that dreadful robbers sometimes break in and steal things from you. If that’s going to happen, I’d rather have everything out on show somewhere, so that everyone can have a look at it. At least they’d see what a good mummy I am.
