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nts； then take the path up to the temple。
As soon as he had disappeared Taita approached the lance…bearer。 The trooper was stripped to breech…clout and sandals； and as he stooped over one of the chests of Trok's equipment and staggered with it to the waiting lighter； Taita saw the distinctive circular rash of the ring…worm on his naked back。 The lance…bearer handed up the chest to a boatman on the deck of the galley then came back。 For the first time he noticed Taita standing nearby and touched his own breast with a clenched fist； saluting respectfully。 'e here； soldier。' Taita called him across。 'How long have you had the itch on your back？'
Instinctively the fellow twisted up one arm between his shoulder…blades； and scratched himself so vigorously that he drew blood。 'Cursed thing has been bothering me ever since we captured Abnub。 I think it's a gift from one of those dirty Egyptian whores…' He broke off guiltily。 Taita knew that he was speaking about a woman he had raped during the capture of the city。 'Forgive me； Warlock； we are allies and fellow countrymen now。'
'That is why I will attend to your affliction； soldier。 Go up to the temple； ask at the kitchens for a jar of lard and bring it to me。 I will mix an ointment for you。' Taita sat down on the pile of Trok's luggage and equipment； and the lance…bearer hurried away down the beach。 Among the luggage were three war bows…Trok had been unfair in his accusations for each of the bows was unstrung and carefully wrapped in its leather cover。
Taita's seat was a stack of wooden chests。 This was not by chance for he had seen that the top chest bore the seal of Grippa； the Avaris fletcher who made arrows for all the high…ranking Hyksosian officers。 Taita remembered that he had discussed Grippa's work with Mintaka。 He slipped the little dagger from the sheath under his chiton； cut the cord that secured the lid； and lifted it。 A layer of dry straw protected the arrows； and under it they were packed alternately； flint head to gaudy red and green feathers。 Taita picked one out and turned it in his fingers。
The carved signet leaped out at him； the stylized head of the leopard with the hieratic letter T held in its snarling jaws。 The arrow was identical to the ones he had found in the quiver at the scene of Pharaoh's murder。 It was the last thread in the fabric of treason and treachery。 Naja and Trok were linked inextricably in the bloody plot； whose whole shape as yet he could only guess at。
Taita slipped the incriminating arrow under the folds of his chiton and closed the lid of the chest。 Deftly he retied the cord； and waited for the lance…bearer to return。
The old soldier was volubly grateful for Taita's ministrations； then went on to plead for a further favour： 'A friend of mine has the Egyptian pox； Magus。 What should he do about it？' It always amused Taita how the Hyksos called it the Egyptian pox； and the Egyptians returned the pliment。 It seemed that no man ever contracted it himself but always had a friend suffering from the disease。
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The wedding ceremony and feast to celebrate the marriage of Lord Naja to the two Tamosian princesses was the most lavish ever recorded。 Taita recalled that it far exceeded in splendour any of those of either Pharaoh Tamose or his father Pharaoh Mamose； both divine sons of Ra； may they live for ever。
To the mon citizens of Thebes； Lord Naja gave five hundred head of prime oxen； two lighters of millet from the state granaries； and five thousand large clay pots of the best beer。 The feasting continued for a week but even the hungry mouths of Thebes could not devour such quantities of food in so short a time。 The remains of the millet and the meat； which they smoked to preserve it； fed the city for months thereafter。 However； the beer was another matter： they drank it in the first week。
The wedding was celebrated in the temple of Isis before both pharaohs； six hundred priests and four thousand invited guests。 As they entered the temple each guest was presented with a memorative carved jewel； ivory； amethyst； coral or some other precious gemstone； with the guest's own name engraved upon it between the names of the Regent and his brides。
The two brides came to meet their groom on one of the state carriages drawn by the sacred white hump…backed oxen； driven by naked Nubian coachmen。 The road was strewn with palm fronds and flowers； and a chariot drove ahead of the wedding coach throwing rings of silver and copper to the deliriously happy crowds that lined the way。 Their enthusiasm was due in no small measure to Lord Naja's largesse of beer。
The girls were clad in cloud…white linen of gossamer quality； and little Merykara was almost weighed down by the gold and jewels that covered her small body。 Her tears had cut runnels through the kohl and antimony makeup。 Heseret squeezed her hand tightly to try to console her。
When they reached the temple they were met by the two pharaohs as they disembarked from the great state coach。 Nefer whispered to Merykara； as he led her into the nave of the temple； 'Don't cry； little kitten。 Nobody is going to hurt you。 You will be back in the nursery before your bedtime。'
To register his protest at the marriage of his sisters； Nefer had tried to avoid the duty of leading his little sister into the sanctuary； but Taita had reasoned with him。 'We cannot prevent it happening； although you know how we have tried。 Naja is determined。 It would be cruel of you not to be there to fort her in this the most dread episode of her short life。' Reluctantly Nefer had acquiesced。
Close behind them Apepi led Heseret。 She was as lovely as a nymph of paradise in her snowy robes and glittering jewellery。 Months ago she had e to terms with the fate the gods had apportioned her and her initial dismay and horror had slowly given way to curiosity and a sneaking anticipation。 Lord Naja was a magnificent…looking man； and her nurses； handmaidens and playmates had discussed him in avid detail； endlessly pointing out his more obvious virtues and； with breathless giggles； speculating in salacious detail on his hidden attributes。
Perhaps as a consequence of these discussions Heseret had recently been experiencing intriguing dreams。 In one she had run naked through a lush garden on the bank of the river pursued by the Regent。 When she looked back at him over her shoulder she saw that he also was naked； but that he was human only as far as his waist。 From there down he was a horse； exactly like Nefer's favourite stallion； Stargazer。 When he was with the mares； she had often seen Stargazer in the same amazing condition as the Regent now exhibited； and she had always found herself strangely moved by the sight。 However； just as the Regent caught up with her and reached out a bejewelled hand to seize her the dream ended abruptly and she found herself sitting bolt upright on her mattress。 Without realizing what she was doing she reached down and touched herself。 Her fingers came away wet and slippery。 She was so disturbed that she could not sleep again and pick up the dre