wilbursmith_warlock-第118部分
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The women from the zenana were herded out of the palace； only five hundred of them； not the five thousand of which Ishtar had spoken。 Trok selected twenty； the youngest and prettiest； for his personal entertainment； and the rest were given to his senior officers。 After they had enjoyed them； they would be passed on to the mon soldiery。
It took another two days to break into the treasury buried deep in the earth below the palace； for many ingenious constructions and devices guarded it。 Without the expertise and first…hand knowledge of Ishtar the Mede； it might have taken even longer to penetrate to the main treasure chamber。
When the way was clear； Trok and Naja； Heseret following them； descended the stairway and entered the chamber。 Ishtar had lit the interior with a hundred oil lamps； their rays cunningly reflected by burnished copper mirrors to show off the booty to full effect。
Even the two pharaohs and Heseret were stunned into silence by the splendour of the treasure。 The silver had been cast into bars； the gold into conical ingots that fitted into each other to facilitate stacking。 They were all stamped with the goldsmiths' marks and the royal cartouche of Sargon。
Heseret； for once speechless； had to shade her delicate eyes against the dazzle of the masses of precious metal。 Naja walked forward slowly between the stacks； which were higher than his head； stopping every few paces to stroke the ingots。 At last he regained his voice and whispered； 'They feel warm and smooth as the body of a virgin。'
Trok picked up a heavy bar in each hand and laughed with delight。 'How much？' he demanded of Ishtar。
'Alas； splendid and divine Majesty； we have not yet had the opportunity to count it。 But we have consulted the scrolls of Sargon's scribes。 They record the total weight of silver at fifty…five lakhs； the gold at thirty…three。' He spread his tattooed hands deprecatingly。 'But who would trust the count of a Babylonian？'
'Sargon is a greater robber than I gave him credit for。' Trok made it sound like a pliment。
'At least there is enough here to pay me the pittance you promised me？' Ishtar suggested smoothly。
'I think we should discuss that further。' Trok smiled at him genially。 'I am a kindly and generous man； Ishtar； as you know full well。 However； over…generosity is a form of stupidity。 Stupid I am not。'
Once he had finished gloating over the contents of the treasury； there was much else to see and marvel at within the city。 Trok and Naja toured the palace； climbing to the top terrace with its fountains； gardens and groves。 From this height they could look down on both the great rivers and the vista of fields； marshes and papyrus beds outside the city walls。
Next they visited all the temples； for these magnificent buildings were also stuffed with bullion； beautiful furniture； statuary； mosaics and other works of art。 As they removed these Naja and Trok spoke to the incumbent god in conversational tones； as brother gods and equals。 Trok explained that Babylon was no longer a capital city but merely a satrapy of Egypt。 Therefore the god should remove his earthly seat to Avaris； where Trok undertook to provide him with suitable acmodation。 The removal of the god's wealth should be considered in the nature of a loan which would later be repaid。
The greatest of these temples was that of Marduk the Devourer。 Trok found this to be not only a mine of precious metal and jewellery but a place of endless fascination。
Ishtar was a disciple of Marduk； and as a young man had studied the mysteries in this same temple under the high priest。 As he had not yet been paid his reward； he stuck as close to Trok as a tick to the belly of a lion。 He instructed Trok in the worship of Marduk； and Trok remarked； 'Marduk has tastes very close to those of my own familiar； Seueth。 They might well be brothers。'
'As always； Your Majesty is perspicacious。 However； Marduk had a far greater appetite for human sacrifice than Seueth。 And he is particular about how it is presented to him。'
He led Trok through the maze of passageways and corridors； through gardens； courtyards and echoing halls into the holy of holies deep in the heart of the temple； which was a small city in itself。 They came at last to the furnace plex。
When they stood above the main sacrificial chamber； Trok gazed down into the gut of it in total fascination。 He was amazed by the design and the construction。 'Describe it to me；' he ordered Ishtar。
There are two furnaces； not a single one； one behind each of those walls。' Ishtar pointed down at the walls of shining copper。 'When the charcoal fires are lit they are fanned with great bellows； until the metal walls glow like the rising sun with the heat。 The walls are movable。 By means of pulleys the priests are able to roll them forward； or pull them apart。。。〃
When Ishtar had finished his explanation； Trok thumped his mailed fist into the palm of his other hand。 'In the names of Seueth and Marduk； I have never heard the like。 I must see it demonstrated。 If it is as you describe； I will have the same contraption built in my own temple in Avaris。 Order the priests to fire up their infernal furnaces。 We will celebrate my victory with a sacrifice to Marduk。'
'It will take several days for the furnaces to reach the desired heat；' Ishtar warned him。
'I have several days；' Trok said。 'I have to supervise the consignment of the booty； and also I must see to the contentment and well…being of twenty of Sargon's young wives。' He rolled his eyes。 'A most arduous task。 In any event； my ruffians are still busy sacking the city。 It will be some time yet before I can bring them back to their senses。'
Three days later Trok held a victory banquet for his senior officers on the upper terrace of the great palace。 The guests reclined among groves of orange trees growing in huge clay pots； all in full blossom so the air was filled with their sweet perfume。 Around them the fountains tinkled and burbled。 The banquet table was covered with silken carpets。 The bowls and vessels were of silver and gold and set with precious stones …they had been taken from the temple offertories。 The stools on which the guests sat were Sargon's wives； kneeling naked except for their golden chains。 Later when the flagons of foaming beer and the sweet wine had taken effect； the living stools were used as pillows and mattresses。
In the midst of this revelry Ishtar crept to Trok's side； and whispered in his ear； 'Pharaoh god； who swallows the seas and eats the stars； the furnaces are ready。'
Trok staggered to his feet and clapped his hands。 'Gentle brethren！' he addressed his officers； and they roared with laughter at the jest。 'I have an entertainment to offer you。 Follow me！' And he made unsteadily for the staircase with his men crowding after him。
They lined the parapet of the gallery； and looked down into the sacrificial chamber。 Smoke shimmered from the twin chimneys above their heads； and they began to sweat in the heat reflected from the glowing metal walls。
'We are gathered here today to make sacrifice to the great god Marduk； who has given us his city as a prize of war；' Trok told them； imitating the sing…song； sanctimonious tones of a high priest。 They cheered him delightedly。
'What better sacrifice can we offer than a king and his royal family？' They cheered again。
Trok waved to Ishtar； who darted down the stairway to the chamber below where a hundred slaves stood at the windlasses ready to activate the mechanism。 At a signal from the high priest they began to chant a hymn to Marduk。
The priest stepped out on to his pulpit above the open chamber with its glowing walls。 With the chanting slaves as a background； he lifted both arms and began to sing a prayer to the god in a reedy falsetto voice。
At his signal a small door opened in the fixed stone wall of the furnace chamber； and another priest led in a file of human beings。 They were clad in simple white tunics； and wore no adornment other than the halters around their necks。
They were of both sexes； and all ages。 Some were mere infants carried in their mothers' arms； some were toddlers； others were on the verge of adolescence。 But the tallest was a lean white…haired man with the carriage of a king and a warrior。
'Hail； Sargon； mighty ruler of heaven and the sacred earth between the two great rivers；' Trok mocked him。 'I am about to do for you what you did not have the courage to do for yourself。 I am sending you as a messenger into the loving arms of your god； Marduk the Devourer。 Because I am a passionate man and I do not want your wives； your little sons and daughters to mourn you； I am sending them with you to keep you pany on the way。' He paused to let the laughter of his men subside。 Then he went on； 'Give this message to Marduk； when you stand face to face with him。 Tell him that Trok； his divine brother； greets him； and demands his good favour。'
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