“The temples are carved out of the living rock, and the gods twenty or more times the size of men–as they should be.”
“And the great Sphinx—is it true what they say, that it is not a woman but a man?”
“It is neither man nor woman, but the Pharaoh incarnate, the lion-bodied king.” The accounts had it that the desert sands hid no woman’s breasts but a king’s regalia. She adjusted the mantle of Isis with its knot below the heart, and shivered a bit. Yes, that was the scale she had taken on, with the frame of a mortal and the duties as long and broad as the Nile. To say it aloud, well, that was another thing.
Julius Caesar commissioned a statue of Isis for the temple of Venus Genetrix (his divine ancestor). This excerpt, and last week’s as well, imagines Cleopatra’s conversation with the sculptor.
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