As she took part in their game, the vague ache in her heart lessened.
It was not until just before sunset that she stood upright, smoothing back her hair and the pleats of her dress which had got crumpled and disarranged, and wondered vaguely why neither Satipy nor Kait had been out as usual.
Kameni had long gone from the courtyard.
Renisenb went slowly across into the house.
There was no one in the living room and she passed through to the back of the house and the women's quarters.
Esa was nodding in the corner of her room and her little slave girl was marking piles of linen sheets.
They were baking batches of triangular loaves in the kitchen.
There was no one else about.
A curious emptiness pressed on Renisenb's spirits.
Where was everyone?
Hori had probably gone up to the Tomb.
Yahmose might be with him or out in the fields.
Sobek and Ipy would be with the cattle or possibly seeing to the cornbins.
But where were Satipy and Kait, and where, yes, where was Nofret?
The strong perfume of Nofret's unguent filled her empty room.
Renisenb stood in the doorway staring at the little wood pillow, at a jewel box, at a heap of bead bracelets and a ring set with a blue glazed scarab.
Perfumes, unguents, clothes, linens, sandals - all speaking of their owner, of Nofret who lived in their midst and who was a stranger and an enemy.
Where, Renisenb wondered, could Nofret herself be?
She went slowly towards the back entrance of the house and met Henet coming in.
"Where is everybody, Henet?
The house is empty except for my grandmother."
"How should I know, Renisenb?
I have been working - helping with the weaving, seeing to a thousand and one things.
I have no time for going for walks."
That meant, thought Renisenb, that somebody had gone for a walk.
Perhaps Satipy had followed Yahmose up to the Tomb to harangue him further?
But where was Kait?
Unlike Kait to be away from her children for so long.
And again, a strange disturbing undercurrent, there ran the thought:
"Where is Nofret?"
As though Henet had read the thought in her mind, she supplied the answer.
"As for Nofret, she went off a long time ago up to the Tomb.
Oh, well, Hori is a match for her." Henet laughed spitefully.
"Hori has brains too."
She sidled a little closer to Renisenb.
"I wish you knew, Renisenb, how unhappy I've been over all this.
She came to me, you know, that day - with the mark of Kait's fingers on her cheek and the blood streaming down.
And she got Kameni to write and me to say what I'd seen - and of course I couldn't say I hadn't seen it!
Oh, she's a clever one.
And I, thinking all the time of your dear mother -"
Renisenb pushed past her and went out into the golden glow of the evening sun.
Deep shadows were on the cliffs - the whole world looked fantastic at this hour of sunset.
Renisenb's steps quickened as she took the way to the cliff path.
She would go up to the Tomb - find Hori.
Yes, find Hori.
It was what she had done as a child when her toys had been broken - when she had been uncertain or afraid.
Hori was like the cliffs themselves - steadfast, immovable, unchanging.
Renisenb thought confusedly: "Everything will be all right when I get to Hori..."
Her steps quickened - she was almost running.
Then suddenly she saw Satipy coming towards her.