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rm themselves and prepare to go after Trok。
  
  *  *  *
  
  Taita had e back to join them。 He stayed with Mintaka while the three men followed Trok's footprints in the sand as cautiously as if they were tracking a wounded lion。 They moved along the base of the cliff until they reached the fissure where Trok had weathered the fury of the khamsin。 Nefer examined the disturbed sand and interpreted the signs。 Two of them;' he said。 'They were buried by the storm; as we were。 They dug themselves out。 One waited here。' He picked up a thread of wool that had adhered to the rock; and held it to the light。 'Black。' It was a colour seldom worn by Egyptians。 'Almost certainly the Mede。'
  
  Hilto nodded agreement。 'Ishtar would have the witchcraft to survive the storm。 ''Tis certain he saved Trok; just as Taita saved us。'
  
  'Here。' Nefer stood up and pointed out the sign。 'Carrying the waterskin; Trok returned to find the Mede; and they went this way。'
  
  They followed the footprints a short way out into the desert。 'They have gone west。 Back towards Avaris and the Nile。 Will they ever reach it?'
  
  'Not if I catch up with him。' Nefer said grimly; and hefted the javelin he was carrying。
  
  'Majesty。' Hilto was respectful but firm。 'They have the waterskin and a long start。 They will be well away from here by now。 You dare not follow without water。'
  
  Nefer hesitated。 Though he saw the sense in what Hilto said it galled him sorely to let Trok escape。 From what Mintaka had told him; Trok was injured and would not be too dangerous an opponent; even though Nefer himself was still weak。
  
  In the end he turned aside and ran to the top of the nearest dune。 Shading his eyes he looked westward; along the string of footsteps on the pristine; windswept sands until in the distance; half a league or more away; he made out two tiny figures moving steadily towards the west。 He watched them fiercely until they disappeared in the wavering heat mirage。
  
  'There will be another time;' Nefer whispered。 'I will e for you。
  
  I swear it on the hundred sacred names of Horus。'
  
  *  *  *
  
  They found and uncovered another sixteen of the buried chariots。 With such an abundant supply of water and food; horses and men recovered swiftly。 In addition; they had uncovered many more corpses of Trok's troopers。 From these they were able to dress themselves。 Nefer altered a pair of sandals to fit Mintaka; whose injured feet were almost pletely healed。
  
  By the tenth day they were ready to move。 The four remaining horses were not strong enough to drag the chariots back through the loose sand; so Nefer decided to use them as pack horses; and load them with as much water as they could carry。
  
  At nightfall; leading the horses; they started out across the dunes。 Although the mare could not carry Mintaka's weight as well as its load; Nefer rigged a leather strap around its shoulders and insisted that Mintaka hang on this to help herself through the soft footing。
  
  The khamsin had altered the landscape so greatly that Taita had to navigate by the stars。 They kept going steadily through the whole of that night; and the one that followed。 Before dawn on the second day they reached the old caravan road。 It had been obliterated in places by the khamsin; but before they had gone much further the light strengthened and they saw the cairn of stones that marked the crossroads ahead。 They discovered that; since the storm had ended; someone had been on the road before them。 Two pairs of footprints led westwards along the road; heading back towards the Nile valley and Avaris。 One pair was large; the other smaller。 Taita and Nefer examined them carefully。
  
  'This one is Trok。 Nobody else has feet like that; the size of a Nile barge。 Mintaka was correct。 He is injured; on his right side。 He favours it as he walks。' Taita read the sign。 'As yet I cannot be certain about the other。 Let us see if he leaves some clue as to his identity。' They followed the tracks as far as the marked cairn。
  
  'Ah! There!' Close by the cairn someone had recently arranged an intricate pattern of stones in the sand。 'No doubt now。 It is Ishtar the Mede。' Angrily Taita scattered the stones。 'This is an invocation to his foul Marduk the Devourer。' He hurled one of the smaller stones down the road that Trok and Ishtar had taken。 'If Ishtar had an infant with him; he would likely have sacrificed it。 Marduk thirsts for human blood。'
  
  Here; at the marker cairn; Nefer had a difficult decision to make。 'If we are to make the long journey to the east; we will need supplies and gold。 We should not arrive at the court of the Assyrian as indigent outcasts。'
  
  Taita nodded。 'There are many powerful men in Egypt who would lend us full support if only they could be certain that their pharaoh was still alive。'
  
  'Hilto and Meren must go back to Thebes;' Nefer said。 'I would go myself but all the world will be searching for Mintaka and me。' He removed one of his royal finger rings and handed it to Hilto。 'This will be your token of recognition。 Show it to our friends。 You must return bringing us men and gold; chariots and horses。 When we go to King Sargon we must arrive in some state to show him the support we still mand in Egypt。'
  
  'I will do as you mand; Majesty。'
  
  'Almost as vital to us will be intelligence。 You must gather news。 We must be informed of every action of the false pharaohs。'
  
  'I will leave at nightfall; Pharaoh。' Hilto agreed。
  
  They spent that long hot day lying under the shade of an awning they had salvaged from one of the buried chariots; discussing their plans。 When the sun sank towards the horizon and began to lose its heat they parted pany; Hilto and Meren to head back west towards Thebes; and Taita; Nefer and Mintaka to go eastwards。
  
  'We will wait for you at the ruins of Gallala;' were Nefer's last words to Hilto。 Then they watched him and Meren take the high road and disappear into the gathering dusk。
  
  Taita; Mintaka and Nefer took the caravan road towards Gallala。 Twelve days later; with only a few drops remaining in the waterskins; they reached the deserted ruins。
  
  *  *  *
  
  The weeks became months; and still they waited at Gallala。 Taita spent days at a time in the hills that surrounded the city。 Nefer and Mintaka caught occasional glimpses of him from a distance as he prowled the valleys and harsh gullies。 Often they saw him tapping and prodding the rocks with his staff。 At other times he sat by the almost dried…up wells outside the city walls; staring down the deep shafts。
  
  When Nefer questioned him obliquely; he was distant and evasive。 'An army needs water;' was all he would volunteer。
  
  There is hardly enough water for us;' Nefer pointed out; 'let alone an army。' Taita nodded; stood up and walked away into the hills with his staff tapping against the rocks。
  
  Mintaka set up quarters for them among the ruins; and Nefer roofed them over with the tattered tent。 As a royal Hyksosian princess; Mintaka had never been called upon to cook a meal or sweep out a chamber; so her first efforts were disastrous。 As he chewed a charred mouthful Taita remarked; 'If we want to destroy Trok's army the most effective way would be to send you to them as a cook。'
  
  'If you are so skilled; then perhaps you might honour us with your great culinary skills。'
  
  'It is either that or starve;' Taita agreed; and took her place at the hearth。
  
  Nefer resumed his old role of hunter; and after his first day out in the desert returned with a plump young gazelle and four marvellously patterned giant bustard eggs that were only slightly addled。 Mintaka sniffed her share of the omelette Taita made and pushed it away。 'Is this the same man who plained of my cooking?' She looked across the fire at Nefer。 'You are as guilty as he is。 Next time I will go with you to make sure that what you bring back is edible。'
  
  They lay side by side in one of the shallow wadis that cut through the hills and watched a herd of gazelle feeding towards them。
  
  'They are dainty as fairies;' Mintaka whispered。 'So beautiful。'
  
  'I will shoot if you have qualms;' Nefer told her。
  
  'No。' She shook her head。 'I did not say I would not do it。' Her tone was determined; and by now he knew her well enough not to query hear decision。
  
  The ram moved ahead of his herd。 His back was a delicate cinnamon shade and his underbelly was the silvery white of one of the thunder…heads that rose above the horizon。 His horns were lyre…shaped and polished between his pricked; trumpet…shaped ears。 He turned his head on the long curved neck and gazed back at his small herd。 One of the lambs began to stot; bouncing on stiff legs with its nose almost touching its bunched hoofs。 This was the alarm behaviour。
  
  'The little creature is just practising and showing off。' Nefer smiled。
  
  The ram lost interest in this juvenile display; and came on towards where they lay in ambush。 He picked his way over the stony ground with studied

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