Thirty-five centuries ago the sun had a daughter: Hatshepsut. Youngest daughter of the Pharaoh, she was a lithe and magical child. But when her older sister died, it became her duty to purify the dynasty's bloodline. She was to wed Thothmes, her father's illegitimate son, who was heir to the throne. But fearing his son's incompetence, Hatshepsut's father came to her with startling news. She was to be Pharaoh, ruler of the greatest empire the world had ever known - provided, of course, that the unprecedented ascension by a woman did not inspire the priests to treason or instill in her half-brother and future consort sufficient hatred to have her put to death.