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ppear into the desert to be devoured by ghouls and djinn。 You are Egypt。 If Apepi takes you he takes us all。'
Of all the council only Naja had supported him； but Naja was always loyal and true。 Now they had won through the desert； and were into the enemy rear。 In tomorrow's dawn they would make the one desperate charge that would split Apepi's army； and allow five more of Pharaoh's squadrons； a thousand chariots； to e boiling through to join him。 Already he had the melliferous taste of victory on his tongue。 Before the next full moon he would dine in the halls of Apepi's palace in Avaris。
It was almost two centuries since the Upper and Lower Kingdoms of Egypt had been split apart。 Since then either an Egyptian usurper or a foreigner invader had ruled in the northern kingdom。 It was Tamose's destiny to drive out the Hyksos and unite the two lands once more。 Only then could he wear the double crown with justification and the approval of all the ancient gods。
The night air blew in his face； cool enough to numb his cheeks； and his lance…bearer crouched low behind the dashboard to shield himself。 The only sound was the crunch of the chariot wheels over the coarse gravel； the lances rattling softly in their scabbards； and the occasional low warning cry of 'Beware！ Hole！' passed on down the column。
Suddenly the wide wadi of Gebel Wadun opened ahead of him and Pharaoh Tamose reined down the team。 The wadi was the smooth roadway that would lead them down on to the flat alluvial plain of the river。 Pharaoh tossed the reins to his lance…bearer and vaulted down to earth。 He stretched his stiff； aching limbs and； without turning； heard the sound of Naja's chariot e up behind him。 A low mand and the wheels crunched into silence； then Naja's light； firm footsteps came to his side。 'From here the danger of discovery will be stronger；' Naja said； 'Look down there。' He pointed with a long； muscular arm over Pharaoh's shoulder。 Where the wadi debouched on to the plain below them a single light showed； the soft yellow glow of an oil lamp。 That is the village of El Wadun。 That is where our spies will be waiting to lead us through the Hyksosian pickets。 I will go ahead to the rendezvous to make safe the way。 Do you wait here； Majesty； and I will return directly。'
'I will go with you。'
'I beg you。 There may be treachery； Mem。' He used the King's childhood name。 'You are Egypt。 You are too precious to risk。'
Pharaoh turned to look into the beloved face； lean and handsome。 Naja's teeth gleamed white in the starlight as he smiled； and Pharaoh touched his shoulder lightly but with trust and affection。 'Go swiftly； and return as swiftly；' he acceded。
Naja touched his own heart； and ran back to his chariot。 He saluted again as he wheeled past where the King stood； and Tamose smiled as he returned the salute then watched him go down the side of the wadi。 When he reached the flat hard sand of the dry riverbed； Naja whipped up the horses； and they sped down towards the village of El Wadun。 The chariot left black…shaded wheel…tracks behind it on the silvery sands； before it disappeared beyond the first bend of the wadi。 When it had gone Pharaoh walked back down the waiting column； speaking quietly to the troopers； calling many by name； laughing softly with them； encouraging and cheering them。 Small wonder they loved him； and followed him so gladly wherever he led them。
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Lord Naja drove warily； hugging the south bank of the dry riverbed。 Every now and then he glanced upwards at the crest of the hills； until at last he recognized the tower of wind…blasted rock that leaned slightly askew against the skyline； and grunted with satisfaction。 A little further on he reached the point where a faint footpath left the wadi bottom and wound up the steep slope to the foot of the ancient watchtower。
With a curt word to his lance…bearer he jumped down from the footplate； and adjusted the cavalry bow over his shoulder。 Then he unslung the clay fire…pot from the rail of the chariot； and started up the pathway。 It was so well disguised that if he had not memorized ever turn and twist he would have lost his way a dozen times before he reached the top。
At last he stepped out on to the upper rampart of the tower。 It had been built many centuries ago and was in ruinous condition。 He did not approach the edge for there was a precipitous drop into the valley below。 Instead he found the bundle of dry faggots hidden in the niche of the wall where he had left it and dragged it into the open。 Quickly he built up a tiny pyramid of the kindling； then blew on the charcoal nuggets in the fire…pot； and when they glowed he crumbled a handful of dried grass on to them。 They burst into flame and he lit the small signal beacon。 He made no attempt to hide himself but stood out where a watcher below would see him illuminated on the height of the tower。 The flames died away as the kindling was consumed。 Naja sat down to wait in the darkness。
A short while later he heard a pebble rattle on the stony path below the walls and he whistled sharply。 His signal was returned； and he stood up。 He loosened the bronze blade of his sickle sword in its scabbard and nocked an arrow in the bow； standing ready for an instant draw。 Moments later a harsh voice called to him in the Hyksosian language。 He replied fluently and naturally in the same tongue； and the footsteps of at least two men sounded on the stone ramp。
Not even Pharaoh knew that Naja's mother had been Hyksosian。 In the decades of their occupation the invaders had adopted many of the Egyptian ways。 With a dearth of their own women to choose from； many of the Hyksos had taken Egyptian wives； and over the generations the blood…lines had bee blurred。
A tall man stepped out on to the rampart。 He wore a skull…hugging basinet of bronze； and multicoloured ribbons were tied in his full beard。 The Hyksos dearly loved bright colours。
He opened his arms。 The blessing of Seueth on you； cousin；' he growled； as Naja stepped into his embrace。
'And may he smile on you also； Cousin Trok； but we have little time；' Naja warned him； and indicated the first light fingers of the dawn stroking the eastern heavens with a lover's touch。
'You are right； coz。' The Hyksosian general broke the embrace； and turned to take a linen…wrapped bundle from his lieutenant； who stood close behind him。 He handed it to Naja； who unwrapped it as he kicked life back into the beacon fire。 In the light of the flames he inspected the arrow quiver it contained。 It was carved from a light tough wood and covered with finely tooled and stitched leather。 The workmanship was superb。 This was the accoutrement of a high…ranking officer。 Naja twisted free the stopper and drew one of the arrows from the container。 He examined it briefly； spinning the shaft between his fingers to check its balance and symmetry
The Hyksosian arrows were unmistakable。 The fletching feathers were dyed with the bright colours of the archer's regiment and the shaft was branded with his personal signet。 Even if the initial