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'Save us！ The dark legions of Seth are upon us！'
'The hordes of hell！ Run！ Run！'
The tethered horses were rearing and plunging。 When a stake was pulled up from the earth； or one of the long lines snapped under the strain； twenty horses were freed at once and wheeled away before the line of yelling； shrieking riders that swept into the camp。
Nefer leaned from his horse's back and sabred one of the running guards； striking deeply between his shoulder…blades and letting the slack body slide off the blade。 Then he swerved to where a bunch of terrified horses struggled against a line that resisted their bined efforts to break free。 With a single slash he cut the rope and whooped to send them to join the panic…stricken horde； then rounded up another bunch of milling disorientated animals and pushed them out of the lines into the open fields。 Shabako and his men rode with him； shouting and whipping the horses along； a racing tide of men and animals pressed into a single entity and lit only by the flames of the burning garrison behind them。 The last of the jackals had burnt to death and their black； smouldering carcasses were left in the grass as the riders thundered towards the hills。
Shabako appeared out of the night and rode at Nefer's side。 'By the sweat and seed of Seth！' he shouted。 That was fun！' Then he turned and looked back。 'No sign yet of any pursuit； more is the pity。 A good hack and slash now would be the perfect ending to an entertaining evening。'
'I promise you much entertainment later；' Nefer laughed； 'but now； we must head off the herd； before they run their guts out。'
They pushed their mounts hard； moving through the galloping mass until they rode in the first rank； then cut across them flagging them down from the gallop into a trot and then a walk； turning them in the direction of the open desert and Gallala。
Dawn found the long herd of loose horses spread out down a gaunt； rocky defile； moving at an easy but steady pace with Nefer and Shabako pointing them while Meren and his drovers brought up the stragglers from behind。
Nefer squinted into the first rays of the sun； and called to Shabako； 'Keep them headed up and moving。 I am going back to see if Socco and his men are after us yet。'
As he rode back； Nefer singled out Meren and three others； all skilled with javelin and sword。 He signalled to them and they galloped up to join him。 'If they are after us； we should try to change their minds for them。'
Nefer led them along their back trail； and at a point where the rock defile narrowed they left the three troopers to hold their horses； and he and Meren climbed the steep rock…strewn slope。
By the time they reached the top the sun was clear of the horizon； but had not yet dissipated the cool of the night and the dust and heat…haze had not built up。 The land glowed with that peculiar lambency of the desert dawn。 Each distant detail of rock and dune； cliff and gnarled tree； was etched with breath…stopping beauty。
'There！' said Nefer。 Meren's eyes were sharp； but his were more so。 'Ten riders。' Meren tried to hide his chagrin at not finding them first。 'Eleven；' Nefer corrected him； and he did not argue。 Instead he grinned delightedly。 'Fair odds to our five。'
'We will take them there。' Nefer pointed down into the gorge。 'There； where it narrows。 We don't want them to carry back their news to Avaris。 There must be no survivors。'
'That suits me above all things。' Meren laughed。 They waited among the boulders； standing by the heads of their horses； hands over their nostrils to prevent them whickering or snorting and springing the trap prematurely。 In the middle of the gap； Nefer had placed a leather bag； that had earlier contained captured jackals。 It was now stuffed with their cloaks； which were no longer needed in the rising morning warmth。
Their heads went up as； from lower down the gorge； they heard the click of hoof against stone and the rattle of a dislodged pebble。 Nefer looked across the open ground to where Meren and one of the other men were hidden on the far side of the defile。 He held up his left hand with fingers spread。 The signal for silence and vigilance。 His father had taught him that hand signals were always preferable to spoken mands； especially in the heat of battle when they might be lost and drowned in the tumult； or in situations when stealth was paramount。
Now he picked out other small sounds； loud in the great silence of the sands： the creak of tackle and the rattle of arrows in quivers。 Nefer glanced around the boulder that hid him and two of his troopers。 A scrubby growth of bottlebrush broke up the silhouette of his head。
A rider appeared in the mouth of the gorge； and halted his horse as he saw the leather bag lying in the path。 He looked around carefully and the rest of his troop crowded up behind him。 Even under the crocodile…skin helmet Nefer recognized Socco； and his back itched where the whip had raised a bloody welt。
Time to return a favour； he thought grimly。 Socco took his time； an old soldier； wary and suspicious。 Then he walked his horse forward and the others followed him。 They halted in a tight group； all leaning out and staring down at the bag。 Socco grunted an order； 'Steady now！ Watch my back；' and swung down from his horse。 He stooped over the bag； and Nefer gave the mand； a chopping motion with his raised left hand。
The throwing thongs were wrapped around every one of their right wrists and the range was point…blank。 They threw as one man； and because Hilto and Shabako had trained them to perfection no two picked the same target。 Five javelins buzzed like enraged bees； and struck where no armour could deflect them； three in the throat and two in the back of the neck。 Five men toppled from horseback； and fell under the hoofs of their startled steeds。
Nefer and his men burst from ambush at the gallop； swords drawn and screaming their war…cry； 'Horus and Seti！'
The survivors of that first murderous flight of javelins turned instinctively to meet them but did not have time to clear their swords from the scabbards before they crashed into them； their horses trained to charge in chest to chest。 Two more of Socco's horses were taken off…balance and dashed off their feet； throwing their riders。 Nefer picked the nearest man； who was still mounted； and killed him with a thrust to the throat。 Now Socco cleared his sword and thrust up at Nefer's belly。 Nefer turned the blow and his horse reared and lashed at Socco with both hoofs； one of which struck him a solid blow。 He was thrown sprawling into the sand。 Before Nefer could finish him another of the enemy rode at him； sword lifted high。 Nefer rode in under the stroke and engaged him； cut and parry； as they milled and shouted； struggling at close quarters。
Socco's men had only just rallied from the first shock when Meren chose his moment perfectly and led the trooper with him in a furious charge into the melee。 He sent a thrust to the heart and yelled in triumph。 Then immediately he reversed his