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He steered for the gap and told Meren beside him； 'Cover your head！' They wound headcloths over their heads and splashed water from the skin over themselves； drenching their head clothes and chitons。
'Have the blindfolds ready；' Nefer told Meren。
They were so close now that they felt the heat blazing out to meet them； and Krus broke step and began to balk at the barrier of leaping flame that confronted him。
'Mount up！' Nefer ordered； and still at the gallop they ran out along the shaft between the horses and swung up on to their backs； riding astride。 Nefer stretched out along Krus' neck and spoke to him calmly。 'It's all right； my darling。 You know the blindfold。 You know I will not hurt you。 Trust me； Krus！ Trust me！' And he covered his eyes with the thick woollen cloth； and steered him with his knees at the narrow gap in the burning wall。 The heat poured over them in a wave。 Their wet clothing steamed and Nefer felt the skin on the back of his hands blistering。 The tips of Krus' mane blackened and crisped。 But both horses ran on strongly。
They struck the wall of blazing grass； and it exploded around them。 Nefer felt his eyes frying in his head and he closed them tightly and urged Krus on。 They burst out of the far side； trailing sparks and fire。
Nefer looked back under his arm and saw Daimios aiming his chariot at the gap they had broached in the burning wall。 Daimios horses were not blindfolded； and they saw the flames and shied off the line and began to rear and plunge； fighting to avoid the horror they saw ahead of them。
'Daimios' horses have refused！' Nefer shouted across at Meren on Dov's back。 'We have a chance now。'
They charged up to the bridgehead； reined the horses down and halted them just short。
'Keep them blindfolded！' Nefer ordered。 'Don't let them see the drop。'
The catwalk of the bridge had been built deliberately too narrow for a chariot to drive across； and it would not carry the weight。 They would have to break the vehicle down and carry it across piecemeal。 While Meren unbuckled the harness and hobbled the horses； Nefer seized the mallet and knocked the bronze retaining pins out of the hubs。 Then he pulled off the wheels。 He picked up one of them and Meren took the other。 They ran to the head of the bridge。
The bridge swung gently and undulated to the impulse of the wind。 It was not wide enough for the two of them to cross shoulder to shoulder。 Nefer did not hesitate but ran out on to the narrow way； and Meren followed close behind him。 The bridge moved under their feet like the deck of a ship at sea； but they balanced the motion and fixed their eyes on the far bank； never looked down at the terrible void beneath them and the gut of the gorge lined with jagged rock。
They reached the far side； dropped the wheels and ran back。 At the burning fence； the flames were still too high and fierce to let Daimios pass； though they saw him flogging his team and screaming abuse at them。
They discarded the waterskin； the last of the arrows and every other piece of redundant equipment； and picked up the chassis of the chariot between them。 They carried it out on to the bridge； where the wind caught their hair braids on the ends of the long staffs and whipped them jubilantly。 Each careful step they took seemed to take a lifetime； but at last they reached the far side； dropped the chassis and ran back。 Nefer picked up the shaft and balanced its weight across his shoulders。 Meren carried the harness and the swords and they crossed again。 Now only the horses remained to bring over。
When they started back they saw that the flames were dying； but where the fence had collapsed it had formed a thick bed of ash that still glowed with oven…like heat。 Rastafa； one of the pursuers； forced his horses into it with whip and threatening shouts； but within a few paces the hide was burned from their legs and the raw red flesh showed through。 They turned back despite their driver； screaming and kicking at the pain。
Nefer led Meren back at a run with the bridge swaying under them。 They reached the horses。 Dov and Krus stood patiently； hobbled and blindfolded。 They unbuckled the knee hobbles。
Take Dov across first；' Nefer ordered。 'She is the steady one。'
While Nefer waited on the near side； with his arm around Krus' neck； Meren led Dov out on to the catwalk of the bridge。 She felt it move under her； lifted her head and snorted with alarm。 Meren talked softly to her。 Gingerly she took another pace and stopped again。
'Don't rush her；' Nefer called。 'Let her set her own pace。' A step at a time Dov moved out on to the high bridge。 When she reached the middle she froze； and stood with all four legs splayed and trembling。 Meren stroked her forehead and whispered to her and she went on。 She reached the far side； stepped off the catwalk； felt the solid earth under her hoofs； whinnied and shook her head with relief。
Still blocked by the burning barrier Daimios shouted； They have got one of their team across。 We have to stop them now。 Rastafa； give me your horses。 They are crippled already。 I will ride them through； even if it kills them。'
Nefer glanced back and saw Daimios ride into the glowing bed of ash。 It reached as high as his mount's knees； and the maimed animal stumbled and almost fell but Daimios drove it on in a torrent of sparks and the stench of burning hair and flesh。 The terribly injured creature carried him through then collapsed as soon as it reached open ground。 Daimios jumped from its back； drew his sword and rushed towards Nefer。
Nefer drew his own sword； and called to Meren across the chasm； 'e back and take Krus over。 I will hold this bastard in play。' He stepped forward to meet Daimios as he charged in。 He met his cut high in the natural line； and the blades jarred and scraped their full length。 Daimios reversed and cut again at his head。 Nefer caught the stroke； then riposted； forcing him to jump back。
Nefer had one moment to glance back and saw that Meren was already leading Krus out on to the swaying catwalk。 Krus felt it move under his hoofs； tossed his head and tried to back away。
'e away； Krus！' Nefer shouted at him sternly； and at the sound of his voice the colt steadied and stepped gingerly on to the planking。
Daimios came in again and Nefer had to concentrate everything on him。 He aimed a rapid series of thrusts at Nefer's throat and chest and when Nefer blocked and parried he reversed and cut low at his ankles。 Nefer jumped over the glittering circle of the blade and went for his exposed shoulder。 He touched him and saw the blood spring brightly on the tanned and oiled muscles。
But Daimios seemed not to feel the shallow wound。 He came on as strongly as before。 They exchanged parry for thrust and block for cut； then Daimios stepped back and circled to the left； trying to move in behind him and cut him off from the bridgehead； but Nefer went at him again and forced him to give ground。
A moment's respite and Nefer saw that the flames had died d