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'She is not ugly！' Nefer flared at him； springing to his feet so that he almost overturned the skiff and dumped them in the mud of the lagoon。 'She is the most beautiful 。。。' When he saw the expression on Taita's face； he subsided。 'I mean； she is quite pleasing to look at。' He grinned ruefully。 'You always catch me out。 But you must admit to me that she's beautiful； Taita。'
'If you like big noses； and funny mouths。'
Nefer picked up a dead fish from the bilges and threw it at his head。 Taita ducked。 'When can I speak to her？' he asked； trying to sound as though it was a request of no real importance to him。 'She does Speak Egyptian； doesn't she？'
'She speaks it as well as you do；' Taita assured him。 Then when can I meet her？ You can arrange it for me。' Taita had anticipated this request。 'You could invite the princess and her suite to a hunt here in the swamps； and perhaps a picnic afterwards。'
'I will send Asmor to invite her this very afternoon；' Nefer decided； but Taita shook his head。
'He would go to the Regent first； and Naja would immediately see the danger。 He would never allow it； and once he was alerted he would do everything in his power to prevent you ing together。'
'What shall we do； then？' Nefer looked agitated。 'I will go to her myself；' Taita promised； and at that moment there were faint shouts from different directions in the papyrus swamps around them； and the splash of paddles。 'Asmor has found out that you are missing； and has sent his hounds to bring you in；' Taita said。 'It proves how difficult it will be to elude him。 Now； listen carefully for we have little time before we will be separated again。'
They spoke quickly； making arrangements to exchange messages in any emergency and to put other plans into place； but all the time the shouting and splashing was growing louder； drawing nearer。 Within minutes a light fighting galley packed with armed men burst through the screen of papyrus； thrust onward by twenty oars。 A shout went up from the mand deck： 'There is Pharaoh！ Steer for the skiff！'
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The Hyksos had set up a practice field on the alluvial plain abutting the papyrus swamp of the river。 When Taita came down from the temple； two battalions of Apepi's guards were exercising at arms under a cloudless sky from which the morning sun blazed down。 Two hundred fully armed men were running relay races through the swamp； toiling waist deep through the mud； while squadrons of chariots performed plicated evolutions out on the plain； from columns of four forming a single line ahead； then fanning out into line abreast。 Dust swirled out behind the racing wheels； the lance tips shot beams of sunlight and the brightly coloured pennants danced in the wind。
Taita stopped by the butts to watch for a while as the line of fifty archers shot at a hundred cubits； each man loosing five rapid arrows。 Then they raced forward to the straw man…shaped targets； retrieved their arrows and shot again at the next line of targets two hundred cubits further on。 The flail of the instructor fell heavily on the back of any man who was slow to cross the open ground or who missed the mark when he shot。 The bronze studs on the leather thongs left spots of bright blood where they bit through the linen tunics。
Taita walked on unchallenged。 As he passed； the matched pairs of lancers who were practising the standard thrusts and blocks with warlike shouts； broke off their bouts and fell silent。 They followed him with a respectful gaze。 His was a fearsome reputation。 Only after he had passed did they engage each other again。
At the far end of the field； on the short green grass beside the swamp； a single chariot was speeding through a course of markers and targets。 It was one of the scout chariots； with spoked wheels and bodywork of woven bamboo； very fast； and light enough for two men to lift and carry over an obstacle。
It was drawn by a pair of magnificent bay mares from the personal string of King Apepi。 Their hoofs threw up lumps of turf as they spun round the markers at the end of the course and came back at full gallop with the light chariot bouncing and swerving behind them。
Lord Trok was driving； leaning forward with the reins wrapped around his wrists。 His beard fluttered in the wind； his moustaches and the coloured ribbons were blown back over his shoulders as he urged the horses on with wild shouts。 Taita had to acknowledge his skill： even at such speed he had the pair under perfect control； running a tight line between the markers； giving the archer on the footplate beside him the best chance at the targets as they sped past。
Taita leaned on his staff as he watched the chariot e on at full gallop。 There was no mistaking the slim straight figure and royal bearing。 Mintaka was dressed in a pleated crimson skirt that left her knees bare。 The cross…straps of her sandals were wound high around her shapely calves。 She wore a leather guard on her left wrist； and a hard leather cuirass moulded to the shape of her small round breasts。 The leather would protect her tender nipples from the whip of the bowstring as she loosed her arrows at the targets as they sped by。
Mintaka recognized Taita； called a greeting and waved her bow over her head。 Her dark hair was covered by a fine…woven net and it bounced on her shoulders at each jolt of the chariot。 She wore no makeup but the wind and exertion had rouged her cheeks and put a sparkle in her eyes。 Taita could not imagine Heseret riding as lance…bearer in a war chariot； but Hyksosian attitudes towards women were different。
'Hathor smile upon you； Magus！' She laughed as Trok brought the chariot to a broadsiding halt in front of him。 He knew that Mintaka had adopted the gentle goddess as her patron； rather than one of the monstrous Hyksosian deities。
'May Horus love you for ever； Princess Mintaka。' Taita returned her blessing。 It was a mark of his affection that he accorded her the royal title when he would not acknowledge her father as king。
She jumped down in the dust cloud and ran to embrace him； reaching up to throw her arms around his neck so that the hard edge of her cuirass dug into his ribs。 She felt him wince and stepped back。 'I have just shot five heads straight；' she boasted。
'Your warlike skills are exceeded only by your beauty。' He smiled。 'You do not believe me；' she challenged。 'You think that just because I am a girl I cannot draw a bow。' She did not wait for his disclaimer but ran back to the chariot and leaped up on to the footplate。 'Drive on； Lord Trok；' she manded。 'Another circuit。 At your best speed。'
Trok shook out the reins and turned the chariot so sharply that the inside wheel stood still。 Then； as he lined up； he shouted； 'Ha！ Ha！' and they sped away down the course。
Each target was set on top of a short pole； at the level of the eye of the archer。 They were in the shape of human heads； each carved from a block of wood。 There was no mistaking their nationality。 Each dummy head was a caricature of an Egyptian warrior； plete wit