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Like an uncoiling serpent； a line of fighting chariots wound swiftly down the gut of the valley。 From where he clung to the dashboard of the leading chariot the boy looked up at the cliffs that hemmed them in。 The sheer rock was pierced by the openings to the tombs of the old people that honeybed the cliff。 The dark pits stared down at him like the implacable eyes of a legion of djinn。 Prince Nefer Memnon shuddered and looked away； furtively making the sign to avert evil with his left hand。
Over his shoulder he glanced back down the column and saw that from the following chariot Taita was watching him through the swirling clouds of dust。 The dust had coated the old man and his vehicle with a pale film； and a single shaft of sunlight that penetrated to the depths of this deep valley glittered on the mica particles so that he seemed to glow like the incarnation of one of the gods。 Nefer ducked his head guiltily； ashamed that the old man had witnessed his fleeting superstitious dread。 No royal prince of the House of Tamose should show such weakness； not now when he stood at the gateway to manhood。 But； then； Taita knew him as no other did； for he had been Nefer's tutor since infancy； closer to him than his own parents or siblings。 Taita's expression never changed but even at that distance his ancient eyes seemed to bore into the core of Nefer's being。 Seeing all； understanding all。
Nefer turned back and drew himself up to his full height beside his father； who flipped the reins and urged the horses on with a crack of the long whip。 Ahead of them the valley opened abruptly into the great amphitheatre that contained the stark and tumbled ruins of the city of Gallala。 Nefer thrilled to his first sight of this famous battlefield。 As a young man Taita himself had fought on this site when the demigod Tanus； Lord Harrab； had destroyed the dark forces that were threatening this very Egypt。 That had been over sixty years ago but Taita had related to him every detail of the fight； and so vivid was his storytelling that Nefer felt as if he had been there on that fateful day。
Nefer's father； the god and Pharaoh Tamose； wheeled the chariot up to the tumbled stones of the ruined gateway； and reined in the horses。 Behind them a hundred chariots in succession neatly executed the same manoeuvre； and the charioteers swarmed down from the footplates to begin watering the horses。 When Pharaoh opened his mouth to speak the coated dust crumbled from his cheeks and dribbled down his chest。
'My lord！' Pharaoh hailed the Great Lion of Egypt； Lord Naja； his army mander and beloved panion。 'We must be away again before the sun touches the hilltops。 I wish to make a night run through the dunes to El Gabar。'
The blue war crown on Tamose's head gleamed with mica dust； and his eyes were bloodshot with tiny lumps of tear…wet mud in the corners as he glanced down at Nefer。 This is where I will leave you to go on with Taita。'
Although he knew that it was futile to protest； Nefer opened his mouth to do so。 The squadron was going in against the enemy。 Pharaoh Tamose's battle plan was to circle south through the Great Dunes and weave a way between the bitter natron lakes to take the enemy in his rear and rip an opening in his centre through which the Egyptian legions； massed and waiting on the Nile bank before Abnub； could pour。 Tamose would bine the two forces and before the enemy could rally； drive on past Tell el…Daba and seize the enemy citadel of Avaris。
It was a bold and brilliant plan which； if it succeeded； would bring to a close； at one stroke； the war with the Hyksos that had already raged through two lifetimes。 Nefer had been taught that battle and glory were the reasons for his existence on this earth。 But； even at the advanced age of fourteen years； they had so far eluded him。 He longed with all his soul to ride to victory and immortality at his father's side。
Before his protest could pass his lips； Pharaoh forestalled him。 'What is the first duty of a warrior？' he demanded of the boy。
Nefer dropped his eyes。 'It is obedience； Majesty；' he replied softly； reluctantly。
'Never forget it。' Pharaoh nodded and turned away。
Nefer felt himself spurned and discarded。 His eyes smarted and his upper lip quivered； but Taita's gaze stiffened him。 He blinked to clear his vision of tears； and took a pull from the waterskin that hung on the side rail of the chariot before turning to the old Magus with a jaunty toss of his thick dust…caked curls。 'Show me the monument； Tata；' he manded。
The ill…assorted pair made their way through the concourse of chariots； men and horses that choked the narrow street of the ruined city。 Stripped naked in the heat； twenty troopers had climbed down the deep shafts to the ancient wells； and formed a bucket chain to bring the sparse； bitter water to the surface。 Once those wells had been bountiful enough to support a rich and populous city that sat full upon the trade route between the Nile and the Red Sea。 Then； centuries ago； an earthquake had shattered the water…bearing stratum and blocked the subterranean flow。 The city of Gallala had died of thirst。 Now there was scarcely sufficient water to slake the thirst of two hundred horses and top up the waterskins before the wells were dry。
Taita led Nefer through the narrow lanes； past temples and palaces now inhabited only by the lizard and the scorpion； until they reached the deserted central square。 In its centre stood the monument to Lord Tanus and his triumph over the armies of bandits who had almost choked the life out of the richest and most powerful nation on earth。 The monument was a bizarre pyramid of human skulls； cemented together and protected by a shrine made of red rock slabs。 A thousand and more skulls grinned down upon the boy as he read aloud the inscription on the stone portico： 'Our severed heads bear witness to the battle at this place in which we died beneath the sword of Tanus Lord Harrab。 May all the generations that follow learn from that mighty lord's deeds the glory of the gods and the power of righteous men。 Thus decreed in the fourteenth year of the reign of the God Pharaoh Mamose。'
Squatting in the monument's shadow Taita watched the Prince as he walked around the monument； pausing every few paces with hands on hips to study it from every angle。 Although Taita's expression was remote his eyes were fond。 His love for the lad had its origins in two other lives。 The first of these was Lostris； Queen of Egypt。 Taita was a eunuch； but he had been gelded after puberty and had once loved a woman。 Because of his physical mutilation Taita's love was pure； and he had lavished it all on Queen Lostris； Nefer's grandmother。 It was a love so enpassing that even now； twenty years after her death； it stood at the centre of his existence。
The other person from whom his love for Nefer sprang was Tanus； Lord Harrab； to whom this monument had been erected。 He had been dearer than a brother to Taita。 They were both gone now； Lostris and Tanus； but their blood mingled strongly in this child's veins。 From their illicit union so long ago had sprung the child who had grown up to bee the Pharaoh Tamose； who now led the squadron of chariot that had brought them here； the father of Prince Nefer。
'Tata； show me where it was that you captured the leader of the robber barons。' Nefer's voice cracked with excitement and the onset of puberty。 'Was it here？' He ran to the broken…down wall at the south side of the square。 'Tell me the story again。'
'No； it was here。 This side；' Taita told him； stood up and strode on those long； stork…thin legs to the eastern wall。 He looked up to the crumbling summit。 The ruffian's name was Shufti； and he was one…eyed and ugly as the god Seth。 He was trying to escape from the battle by climbing over the wall up there。' Taita stooped and picked up half of a baked…mud brick from the rubble and suddenly hurled it upwards。 It sailed over the top of the high wall。 'I cracked his skull and brought him down with a single throw。'
Even though Nefer knew； at first hand； the old man's strength； and that his powers of endurance were legend； he was astonished by that throw。 He is old as the mountains； older than my grandmother； for he nursed her as he has done me； Nefer marvelled。 Men say he has witnessed two hundred inundations of the Nile and that he built the pyramids with his own hands。 Then aloud he asked； 'Did you hack off his head； Tata； and place it on that pile there？' He pointed at the grisly monument。
'You know the story well enough； for I have told it to you a hundred times。' Taita feigned modest reluctance to extol his own deeds。
'Tell me again！' Nefer ordered。
Taita sat down on a stone block while Nefer settled at his feet in happy anticipation and listened avidly； until the rams' horns of the squadron sounded the recall with a blast that shattered into diminishing echoes along the black cliffs。 'Pharaoh summons us；' Taita said； and stood up to lead the way back through the gate。
There was a great bustle and scurry outside the
