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'Never！' Taita had cried in the dream。 'In your life I never failed you。 I will not fail you now in death。'
'I know you will not。' Lostris smiled a sweet； haunting smile； and her image faded into the desert night。 He woke； with his face wet with tears； and gathered up his few possessions。 He paused at the cave entrance only to check his direction by the stars。 Instinctively； he looked for the bright particular star of the goddess。 On the seventieth day after the Queen's death； on the night that the long ritual of her embalmment had been pleted； that star had appeared suddenly in the heavens； a great red star that glowed where none had been before。 Taita picked it out and made obeisance to it。 Then he strode away into the western desert； back towards the Nile and the city of Thebes； beautiful Thebes of a hundred gates。
That had been over fourteen years ago； and now he hungered for the silent places； for only here could his powers grow back to their full strength； so that he could carry through the charge that Lostris had laid upon him。 Only here could he pass some of that strength on to the Prince。 For he knew that the dark powers of which she had warned him were gathering around them。
'e！' he said to the boy。 'Let us go down and take your godbird。'
* * *
On the third night after leaving Gallala； when the constellation of the Wild Asses made its zenith in the northern night sky； Pharaoh halted the squadron to water the horses and to eat a hasty meal of sun…dried meat； dates and cold dhurra millet cakes。 Then he ordered the mount…up。 There was no sounding of the ram's horn trumpet now for they were into the territory where often the patrolling Hyksosian chariots ranged。
The column started forward again at the trot。 As they went on the landscape changed dramatically。 They were out of the bad lands at last； back into the foothills above the river valley。 Below them they could make out the strip of dense vegetation； distant and dark in the moonlight； that marked the course of great Mother Nile。 They had pleted the wide circuit around Abnub and were in the rear of the main Hyksosian army on the river。 Although they were a tiny force to go in against such an enemy as Apepi； they were the best charioteers in the armies of Tamose； which made them the finest in the world。 Moreover； they held the element of surprise。
When Pharaoh had first proposed this strategy and told them he would lead the expedition in person； his war council had opposed him with all the vehemence they could muster against the word of a god。 Even old Kratas； once the most reckless and savage warrior in all the armies of Egypt； had torn at his thick white beard and bellowed； 'By Seth's ragged and festering foreskin； I did not change your shit…smeared swaddling sheet so that I could send you straight into the loving arms of Apepi。' He was perhaps the one man who might dare to speak to a god…king in this fashion。 'Send another to do such menial work。 Lead the breakthrough column yourself if it amuses you； but do not disappear into the desert to be devoured by ghouls and djinn。 You are Egypt。 If Apepi takes you he takes us all。'
Of all the council only Naja had supported him； but Naja was always loyal and true。 Now they had won through the desert； and were into the enemy rear。 In tomorrow's dawn they would make the one desperate charge that would split Apepi's army； and allow five more of Pharaoh's squadrons； a thousand chariots； to e boiling through to join him。 Already he had the melliferous taste of victory on his tongue。 Before the next full moon he would dine in the halls of Apepi's palace in Avaris。
It was almost two centuries since the Upper and Lower Kingdoms of Egypt had been split apart。 Since then either an Egyptian usurper or a foreigner invader had ruled in the northern kingdom。 It was Tamose's destiny to drive out the Hyksos and unite the two lands once more。 Only then could he wear the double crown with justification and the approval of all the ancient gods。
The night air blew in his face； cool enough to numb his cheeks； and his lance…bearer crouched low behind the dashboard to shield himself。 The only sound was the crunch of the chariot wheels over the coarse gravel； the lances rattling softly in their scabbards； and the occasional low warning cry of 'Beware！ Hole！' passed on down the column。
Suddenly the wide wadi of Gebel Wadun opened ahead of him and Pharaoh Tamose reined down the team。 The wadi was the smooth roadway that would lead them down on to the flat alluvial plain of the river。 Pharaoh tossed the reins to his lance…bearer and vaulted down to earth。 He stretched his stiff； aching limbs and； without turning； heard the sound of Naja's chariot e up behind him。 A low mand and the wheels crunched into silence； then Naja's light； firm footsteps came to his side。 'From here the danger of discovery will be stronger；' Naja said； 'Look down there。' He pointed with a long； muscular arm over Pharaoh's shoulder。 Where the wadi debouched on to the plain below them a single light showed； the soft yellow glow of an oil lamp。 That is the village of El Wadun。 That is where our spies will be waiting to lead us through the Hyksosian pickets。 I will go ahead to the rendezvous to make safe the way。 Do you wait here； Majesty； and I will return directly。'
'I will go with you。'
'I beg you。 There may be treachery； Mem。' He used the King's childhood name。 'You are Egypt。 You are too precious to risk。'
Pharaoh turned to look into the beloved face； lean and handsome。 Naja's teeth gleamed white in the starlight as he smiled； and Pharaoh touched his shoulder lightly but with trust and affection。 'Go swiftly； and return as swiftly；' he acceded。
Naja touched his own heart； and ran back to his chariot。 He saluted again as he wheeled past where the King stood； and Tamose smiled as he returned the salute then watched him go down the side of the wadi。 When he reached the flat hard sand of the dry riverbed； Naja whipped up the horses； and they sped down towards the village of El Wadun。 The chariot left black…shaded wheel…tracks behind it on the silvery sands； before it disappeared beyond the first bend of the wadi。 When it had gone Pharaoh walked back down the waiting column； speaking quietly to the troopers； calling many by name； laughing softly with them； encouraging and cheering them。 Small wonder they loved him； and followed him so gladly wherever he led them。
* * *
Lord Naja drove warily； hugging the south bank of the dry riverbed。 Every now and then he glanced upwards at the crest of the hills； until at last he recognized the tower of wind…blasted rock that leaned slightly askew against the skyline； and grunted with satisfaction。 A little further on he reached the point where a faint footpath left the wadi bottom and wound up the steep slope to the foot of the ancient watchtower。
With a curt word to his lance…bearer he jumped down from the footplate； and adjusted the cavalry bow over his shoulder。 Then he unslung the clay fire…pot from the rail of the chariot； and started up the pathway。 It was so well disguised that if he had not memorized ever turn and twist he would have lost his way a dozen times before he reached the top。
At last he stepped out on to the upper rampart of the tower。 It had been built many centuries ago and was in ruinous condition。 He did not approach the edge for there was a precipitous drop into the valley below。 Instead he found the bundle of dry faggots hidden in the niche of the wall where he had left it and dragged it into the open。 Quickly he built up a tiny pyramid of the kindling； then blew on the charcoal nuggets in the fire…pot； and when they glowed he crumbled a handful of dried grass on to them。 They burst into flame and he lit the small signal beacon。 He made no attempt to hide himself but stood out where a watcher below would see him illuminated on the height of the tower。 The flames died away as the kindling was consumed。 Naja sat down to wait in the darkness。
A short while later he heard a pebble rattle on the stony path below the walls and he whistled sharply。 His signal was returned； and he stood up。 He loosened the bronze blade of his sickle sword in its scabbard and nocked an arrow in the bow； standing ready for an instant draw。 Moments later a harsh voice called to him in the Hyksosian language。 He replied fluently and naturally in the same tongue； and the footsteps of at least two men sounded on the stone ramp。
Not even Pharaoh knew that Naja's mother had been Hyksosian。 In the decades of their occupation the invaders had adopted many of the Egyptian ways。 With a dearth of their own women to choose from； many of the Hyksos had taken Egyptian wives； and over the generations the blood…lines had bee blurred。
A tall man stepped out on to the rampart。 He wore a skull…hugging basinet of bronze； and multicoloured ribbons were tied in his full beard。 The Hyksos dearly loved bright colours。
He opened his arms。 The blessing of Seueth on you； cousin；' he growled； as Naja stepped into his embr
