Tutankhamen Speaks

Can you recall a time of great sadness in your life? A time when the burden on your heart threatens to break it in two? I had two such times in my short life. My heart still aches and cries inside of me when I remember those times.

The first time occurred when I was fifteen years and in year eight of my reign. Ankhesenamun and I had been married for three years, and we were going to have a child, an heir to the throne of Egypt!

As excited as we were, we were also scared. After all, we were hardly more than children ourselves. However, our family and vizors assured us of their total support. It is not hard to raise a child, we were told, when the whole palace helped with the raising.

Alas, we did not have the opportunity to find out. At five months into her pregnancy, Ankhesenamun took ill. She awakened in the middle of the night and rushed out in the garden where she emptied her stomach. She then collapsed on the ground. I rushed to her side.