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m 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 walls； as the squadron made ready to go on into the dune lands。 The waterskins were bulging again and the troopers were checking and tightening the harness of their teams before mounting up。
Pharaoh Tamose looked over the heads of his staff as the pair came through the gateway； and summoned Taita to his side with an inclination of his head。 Together they walked out of earshot of the squadron officers。 Lord Naja made as if to join them。 Taita whispered a word to Pharaoh； then Tamose turned and sent Naja back with a curt word。 The injured lord； flushed with mortification； shot a look at Taita that was fierce and sharp as a war arrow。
'You have offended Naja。 Some day I might not be at hand to protect you；' Pharaoh warned。
'We dare trust no man；' Taita demurred。 'Not until we crush the head of the serpent of treachery that tightens its coils around the pillars of your palace。 Until you return from this campaign in the north only the two of us must know where I am taking the Prince。'
'But Naja！' Pharaoh laughed dismissively。 Naja was like a brother。 They had run the Red Road together。
'Even Naja。' Taita said no more。 His suspicions were at last hardening into certainty； but he had not yet gathered all the evidence he would need to convince Pharaoh。
'Does the Prince know why you are going into the fastness of the desert？' Pharaoh asked。
'He knows only that we are going to further his instruction in the mysteries； and to capture his godbird。'
'Good； Taita。' Pharaoh nodded。 'You were ever secretive but true。 There is nothing more to say； for we have said it all。 Now go； and may Horus spread his wings over you and Nefer。'
'Look to your own back； Majesty； for in these days enemies are standing behind you as well as to your front。'
Pharaoh grasped the Magus' upper arm and squeezed hard。 Under his fingers the arm was thin but hard as a dried acacia branch。 Then he went back to where Nefer waited beside the wheel of the royal chariot； with the injured air of a puppy ordered back to its kennel。
'Divine Majesty； there are younger men than me in the squadron。' The Prince made one last despairing effort to persuade his father that he should ride with the chariots。 Pharaoh knew that the boy was right； of course。 Meren； the grandson of the illustrious General Kratas； was his junior by three days and today was riding with his father as lance…bearer in one of the rear chariots。 'When will you allow me to ride into battle with you； Father？'
'Perhaps when you have run the Red Road。 Then not even I will gainsay you。'
It was a hollow promise； and they both knew it。 Running the Red Road was the onerous test of horsemanship and weapons that few warriors attempted。 It was an ordeal that drained； exhausted and often killed even a strong man in his prime and trained to near perfection。 Nefer was a long way from that day。
Then Pharaoh's forbidding expression softened and he gripped his son's arm in the only show of affection he would allow himself before his troops。 'Now it is my mand that you go with Taita into the desert to capture your godbird； and thus to prove your royal blood and your right one day to wear the double crown。'
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Nefer and the old man stood together beside the shattered walls of Gallala and watched the column fly past。 Pharaoh led it； the reins wrapped around his wrists； leaning back against the pull of the horses； his chest bare； linen skirts whipping around his muscular legs； the blue war crown on his head rendering him tall and godlike。
Next came Lord Naja； almost as tall； almost as handsome。 His mien was haughty and proud； the great recurved bow slung over his shoulder。 Naja was one of the mightiest warriors of this very Egypt and his name had been given to him as a title of honour： Naja was the sacred cobra in the royal uraeus crown。 Pharaoh Tamose had bestowed it upon him on the day that； together； they had won through the ordeal of the Red Road。
Naja did not deign to glance in Nefer's direction。 Pharaoh's chariot had plunged into the mouth of the dark gorge before the last vehicle in the column went racing past where Nefer stood。 Meren； his friend and panion of many illicit boyhood adventures； laughed in his face and made an obscene gesture； then raised his voice mockingly above the whine and rattle of the wheels。 'I will bring you the head of Apepi as a toy；' he promised； and Nefer hated him as he sped away。 Apepi was the King of the Hyksos； and Nefer needed no toys： he was a man now； even if his father refused to recognize it。
The two were silent for long after Meren's chariot had disappeared； and the dust had settled。 Then Taita turned without a word and went to where their horses were tethered。 He tightened the surcingle around his mount's chest； hiked up his kilts and swung up with the limber movement of a much younger man。 Once astride the animal's bare back he seemed to bee one with it。 Nefer remembered that legend related he had been the very first Egyptian to master the equestrian arts。 He sti