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d the rough； ungainly walls。 They placed small cairns of stones in front of the walls to mark the range； so that they would be able to judge precisely the moment to spring the trap。 They concealed bundles of spare arrows close at hand so that they would not run short of missiles during the battle。 The slingers moulded their clay balls and baked them in the fire until they were rock hard。 Then they laid up mounds of these deadly missiles behind the walls； close at hand。
During the exercises； Nefer and his manders played the role of Naja's troops and rode in from the desert； viewing their dispositions with a critical eye； making certain that they were pletely concealed by the breastworks。
Then； while they waited； Nefer rehearsed his tactics before the walls； charging； wheeling and retreating； covering the ground so that his men came to know every fold； plain and gully； even the location of the aardvark holes and other small obstacles across the field。 He chose carefully the secure points behind the walls where he could water the horses during the battle； and where his reserves would be held until they were needed。 'I doubt that there was ever a mander able to learn the board on which the game will be played as intimately as I；' Nefer told Taita； and ordered his squadrons out again to go through the same evolutions。
In the evening he rode back into the fort at the head of his squadron。 The dust had mingled with his sweat and caked his face and body。 He was weary to the bone； but content in the knowledge that he had done all in his power to ready his legions for what lay ahead。
When he pulled up Krus and Dov； threw the rein to the grooms and jumped down on to the hard…baked parade…ground； his sense of well…being evaporated。 Zugga； the head eunuch of the royal zenana； was waiting for him； wringing his fat hands； his eyes red with weeping and his reedy voice whining with fear。 'Great Pharaoh； forgive me。 I did my best but she is wily as a vixen。 She has outwitted me。'
'Who is this vixen？' Nefer demanded； although he knew who it must be。
'The Princess Mintaka。'
'What has happened to her？' Nefer voice was harsh with alarm。
'She has run away； and taken the Princess Merykara with her；' blubbered Zugga； in sure expectation of the strangling garotte。
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Mintaka and Merykara spent much of the journey back to Avaris huddled together in the screened litter； whispering as they planned their escape。 They soon discarded the notion of seizing one of the chariots from their escort and riding away in it。 In the unlikely event that they were able to trick or overpower one of the charioteers； they knew that within an hour they would have the entire army of Egypt on their heels； led by a wrathful pharaoh。 Gradually a better plan emerged from their deliberations。
Mintaka's first endeavour was to make herself agreeable to Zugga； their guardian and gaoler； and to impress him with her submissive resignation to his authority。 By the time they reached the palace in Avaris four days later； she had him pletely gulled； believing only the best of her gentle； innocent nature。 There； in the most pretty and convincing manner； she appealed to Zugga to allow her and Merykara to visit the temple of Hathor to pray for the safety of Nefer and his victory in the looming battle。 With some misgivings； Zugga acquiesced and the two women were able to spend almost an hour alone with the high priestess in the sanctuary of the temple。 Zugga waited anxiously at the door； for no man； not even a eunuch； was allowed to enter the sanctum。
Great was Zugga's relief； and all his suspicions set at rest； when Mintaka and Merykara at last re…emerged； both as beautiful； demure and innocent as any of the temple virgins。 A few days later when they asked to be allowed to pray again in the temple； and to make sacrifice to the goddess； Zugga was amenable to the request and waddled beside their litter chatting blithely through the curtain； and relating to the princesses the most juicy items of scandal in the life of the palace。
Once again the high priestess was waiting in the forecourt of the temple to greet Mintaka and Merykara and lead them into the sanctum。 Without misgivings Zugga settled down to await the return of the lovely royal pair。 The high priestess sent out two of her acolytes to serve him an overflowing platter of grilled chicken and fish； together with a large jar of excellent wine。 Zugga ate it all and polished off the contents of the jug； then fell asleep in the shadow of the cow effigy of the goddess。 When he woke the sun had set and he was alone。 He saw that the litter bearers had gone。 He heaved his vast bulk upright and experienced twinges in his belly that were not caused by dyspepsia but by a pressing sense of alarm。 He shouted for attention and beat on the temple door with his staff。 It was a long time before a priestess came to him with a message： 'The two princesses have pleaded for sanctuary within the temple。 The holy mother has granted their plea； and taken them under her protection。'
Zugga was thrown into turmoil。 The sanctuary of the temple was inviolate。 He could not demand the return of his charges； not even under the authority of Pharaoh。 The only course open to him was to return to Ismailiya and confess his failure； but that was risky。 The young pharaoh had not yet revealed his true nature； and his rage might well be fatal。
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The moment the temple doors closed behind them Mintaka and Merykara dropped their pretence of resigned innocence。 'Have you made the arrangements； Holy Mother？' Mintaka demanded eagerly。
'Have no fear； daughter。 All is in readiness。' The priestess's brown eyes sparkled with amusement。 Clearly she was enjoying this escapade； a break from the tranquil routine of temple life。 'I took the liberty of slipping a mild sleeping draught into the eunuch's wine。' She giggled。 'I hope you will not think I have overstepped myself； and that you will forgive me。'
Mintaka kissed her smooth pale cheek。 'I am sure Hathor will be as proud of you as I am。'
The priestess led them to a cell where all the items that Mintaka had requested were laid out for them。 They dressed hastily in the rough peasant garments； and covered their heads with woollen shawls。 Then； carrying the leather pouches slung across their shoulders； they followed the high priestess through the maze of corridors。 The temple backed on to Nile； and they became aware of the gentle swish of the river current against the outer walls growing louder ahead of them。 At last they stepped out through a low doorway into the sunshine； and on to the jetty where a large dhow was moored。 'The captain has been paid with the gold you gave me； and he knows where to go。 All the other items you asked for are stowed in your cabin on board；' she said。
'You know what to tell Zugga；' Mintaka said； and the old woman giggled again。
'I am sure that Hathor will forgive me such an insignificant falsehood。 It is in such a good cause。'
As the pair jumped down on to the deck of