Prologue
In the timeless city beneath the golden energy dome, Anya healed me of my wounds, both physical and spiritual. The other Creators left us alone in that empty mausoleum of a city, alone among the temples and monuments that the Creators had built for themselves.
My burns healed quickly. The gulf between us caused by her seeming betrayal, less so. I realized that Anya had had to make me think she had abandoned me; otherwise Set would have seen her trap when he probed my mind. Yet the pain was still there, the awful memory of feeling deserted. As the days quietly passed and the nights, the love we felt for each other slowly began to bridge even that gap.
Anya and I stood on the outskirts of the city before the massive bulk of the enormous Pyramid of Khufu, its dazzling white coat of polished limestone gleaming gloriously in the morning light, the great Eye of Amon just starting to form as the sun moved across the sky toward the position that created the shadow-sculpture.
I felt restless. Even though we had the entire empty city to ourselves I could not overcome the uncomfortable feeling that we were not truly alone. The other Creators might be scattered across the universes, striving to maintain the spacetime continuum that they themselves had unwittingly unravelled, yet I had the prickly sensation in the back of my neck that told me we were being watched.
“You are not happy here,” Anya said as we walked unhurriedly around the base of the huge, massive pyramid. I had to admit she was right.
“It was better when we were back in the forest of Paradise.”
“Yes,” she agreed. “I liked it there, too, even though I didn’t appreciate it at the time.”
“We could go back there.”
She smiled at me. “Is that what you wish?”
Before I could answer a shimmering sphere of glowing gold appeared before us, hovering a few inches above the polished stone slabs that made up the walkway around the pyramid’s base. The globe touched lightly on the paving, then contracted to form the human shape of Aten, dressed in a splendid military tunic of metallic gold with a high choker collar and epaulets bearing a sunburst insignia.
“Surely you’re not thinking of retiring, Orion,” he said, his tone just a shade less mocking than usual, his smile radiating more scorn than warmth.
Turning to Anya, he added, “And you, dearest companion, have responsibilities that cannot be avoided.”
Anya moved closer to me. “I am not your ‘dearest companion,’ Aten. And if Orion and I want to spend some time alone in a different era, what is that to you?”
“There is work to be done,” he said, the smile fading, his tone more serious.
He was jealous of me, I realized. Jealous of the love that Anya and I shared.
Then the old smug cynicism came back into his face. He cocked a golden eyebrow at me. “Jealous?” He read my thoughts. “How can a god be jealous of a creature? Don’t be ridiculous, Orion.”
“Haven’t I done enough for you?” I growled. “Haven’t I earned a rest?”
“No. And no. My fellow Creators tell me that you have grown much like us in your powers and wisdom. They congratulate me on producing such a useful… creature.”
He was going to say “toy” until he noticed my fists clenching.
“Well, Orion,” he went on, “if you are going to assume godlike powers then you must be prepared to shoulder godlike responsibilities, just like the rest of us.”
“You told me that I was your creature, a tool to be used as you see fit.”
He shrugged, glancing at Anya. “It comes out to the same thing. Either you bear responsibilities like the rest of us or you obey my commands. Take your choice.”
Anya put her hand on my shoulder. “You have the right to refuse him, my love. You have earned that right.”
Smirking, Aten replied, “Perhaps so. But you, goddess, cannot evade your responsibilities. No more than I can.”
“The continuum can struggle along without me for a while,” she said, almost as haughty as Aten himself.