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mbered that legend related he had been the very first Egyptian to master the equestrian arts。 He still bore the title Master of Ten Thousand Chariots； bestowed upon him with the Gold of Praise by two pharaohs in their separate reigns。
Certain it was that he was one of the few men who dared to ride astride。 Most Egyptians abhorred this practice； considering it somehow obscene and undignified； not to mention risky。 Nefer had no such qualms and as he vaulted up on to the back of his favourite colt； Stargazer； his black mood started to evaporate。 By the time they had reached the crest of the hills above the ruined city he was almost his usual ebullient self。 He cast one last longing glance at the feather of distant dust left on the northern horizon by the squadron then firmly turned his back upon it。 'Where are we going； Tata？' he demanded。 'You promised to tell me once we were on the road。'
Taita was always reticent and secretive； but seldom to the degree that he had been over the matter of their ultimate destination on this journey。 'We are going to Gebel Nagara；' Taita told him。
Nefer had never heard the name before； but he repeated it softly。 It had a romantic； evocative ring。 Excitement and anticipation made the back of his neck prickle； and he looked ahead into the great desert。 An infinity of jagged and bitter hills stretched away to a horizon blue with heat…haze and distance。 The colours of the raw rocks astounded the eye： they were the sullen blue of stormclouds； yellow as a weaver bird's plumage； or red as wounded flesh； and bright as crystal。 The heat made them dance and quiver。
Taita looked down on this terrible place with a sense of nostalgia and homeing。 It was into this wilderness that he had retired after the death of his beloved Queen Lostris； at first creeping away like a wounded animal。 Then； as the years passed and some of the pain with them； he had found himself drawn once more to the mysteries and the way of the great god Horus。 He had gone into the wilderness as a physician and a surgeon； as a master of the known sciences。 Alone in the fastness of the desert he had discovered the key to gates and doorways of the mind and the spirit beyond which few men ever journey。 He had gone in a man but had emerged as a familiar of the great god Horus and an adept of strange and arcane mysteries that few men even imagined。
Taita had only returned to the world of men when his Queen Lostris had visited him in a dream as he slept in his hermit's cave at Gebel Nagara。 Once more she had been a fifteen…year…old maiden； fresh and nubile； a desert rose in its first bloom with the dew upon its petals。 Even as he slept his heart had swollen with love and threatened to burst his chest asunder。
'Darling Taita；' Lostris had whispered； as she touched his cheek and stirred him awake； 'you were one of the only two men I have ever loved。 Tanus is with me now； but before you can e to me also there is one more charge that I lay upon you。 You never once failed me。 I know that you will not fail me now； will you； Taita？'
'I am yours to mand； mistress。' His voice echoed strangely in his ears。
'In Thebes； my city of a hundred gates； this night is born a child。 He is the son of my own son。 They will name this child Nefer； which means pure and perfect in body and spirit。 My longing is that he carry my blood and the blood of Tanus to the throne of Upper Egypt。 But great and diverse perils already gather around the babe。 He cannot succeed without your help。 Only you can protect and guide him。 These years you have spent alone in the wilderness； the skills and knowledge you have acquired here were to that purpose alone。 Go to Nefer。 Go now swiftly and stay with him until your task is pleted。 Then e to me； darling Taita。 I will be waiting for you and your poor mutilated manhood shall be restored to you。 You will be whole and entire when next you stand by my side； your hand in my hand。 Do not fail me； Taita。'
'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。'
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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