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'It seems to be a living creature；' he breathed。 'Surely there was never a more magnificent weapon of war ever conceived。'
'Fifty years ago I built a chariot for Lord Tanus。' Taita sniffed and shook his head。 'You should have seen that one。 But it rests with him in his tomb in far…off Ethiopia。'
Nefer hid a smile…the old man would never admit second best。 Then I shall have to be content with this inferior work cart；' he said seriously。 'I need only the blue sword that Naja stole from my father to plete my armoury。'
Over the weeks and months that followed Taita pinpointed the other buried vehicles and their accoutrements。 Teams of workmen dug them out and sent them to the chariot…makers who had set up a workshop in the lee of the rock pinnacle； roofed over with palm thatch。 Here； fifty of them and nearly a hundred armourers laboured through the daylight hours； never letting up even in the furious heat of noon。 The armourers polished and sharpened swords； javelins and lances。 They rebound the shafts and reset the heads。 Over slow fires they straightened the arrows that had warped。 The chariot…makers stripped each vehicle as it came out from under the sand； checked each ponent； painted and lacquered the chassis and the panels； and balanced and lubricated the wheels to run true and sweetly。 Then they reassembled them and sent them on to Gallala； loaded with the restored weapons； to equip the army that Hilto； Shabako and Socco were training。
Many of the vehicles were so deeply buried under the burning yellow dunes that they were lost for ever； or until the next great storm uncovered them； but in the end they salvaged a hundred and five。 Enough to equip five squadrons。
When Nefer drove through the gates of Gallala in the royal chariot； Meren was on the footplate by his side。
Mintaka and Merykara stood together on the roof pediment of the temple of Hathor； and strewed oleander petals upon them as they passed below。
'He is so handsome。' Merykara's voice was husky with awe。 'So tall and handsome。'
'So tall and handsome and strong；' Mintaka agreed。 'He will be the greatest pharaoh in the history of this very Egypt。〃
'I did not mean Nefer；' said Merykara。
* * *
By this time a thriving smuggling route existed between the city and Egypt； and other caravans came in regularly from the port of Safaga on the eastern sea。 Since the capture of the treasure of Trok and Naja； Gallala had bee a city rich with gold。 Like hyenas the merchants sniffed the aroma of the yellow metal from afar and brought in their wares from the ends of the world。 Nowadays there was no luxury or necessity that could not be obtained in the city's souks； so Mintaka was able to procure a wagonload of the finest red wine from the vineyards of the temple of Osiris at Busiris for the wele banquet she had arranged for the evening that the charioteers returned。
At her orders； the butchers spitted and roasted ten whole oxen； and chickens and geese by the hundred。 Fast relays of the new chariots brought up fresh fish； and baskets of lobsters in seaweed from the coast。 Most of the long…whiskered crustaceans were still alive when they were dropped squeaking into the boiling pots。 Hunters scoured the surrounding desert and came in with gazelle； oryx； and the flesh and eggs of the ostrich。
The banquet was a joyous celebration of their achievements and small victories over the false pharaohs。 The wine had flowed to great effect when Nefer rose to wele the guests and announce the recovery of the five squadrons of chariots from under the sands。 'With the horses that we freed from the tyranny of Trok 。。。〃 there were hoots and guffaws at this '。。。 and the weapons and chariots we now have； we are well able to defend ourselves against Trok and Naja。 As you are aware； every day that passes sees fresh recruits to the blue banner。 Soon it will not be merely a case of defending ourselves； but of taking back what was stolen from us and avenging the terrible deeds that those two monsters have perpetrated。 They have the blood of true and noble kings upon their hands。 They are the murderers of King Apepi； who was the father of the noble lady at my side； and they slew my own father； Pharaoh Tamose。' The guests were silent and puzzled now； looking at each other for guidance。 Then Hilto rose to his feet。 Nefer had primed him； and placed the question on his lips。 'Divine Majesty； forgive my ignorance for I am just a simple man； but I do not understand。 All the world knows that King Apepi died in an accident when his barge caught fire while anchored at Balasfura。 Now you lay the guilt for his death on the pretenders。 How can that be？'
'There is one among us who was a witness to the true events of that tragic night。' Nefer reached down and drew Mintaka to her feet。 The pany cheered her； for they had all e to love her for her beauty and her gracious spirit。 When Nefer held up his hand they fell silent and listened to her with all their attention as she related the story of the murder of her father and brothers。 She used simple words and spoke to them as friends and rades； yet she was able to share with them her own horror and grief。 When she had finished they were growling like a cage of hungry lions at feeding time。
Now Shabako rose and asked his prepared question： 'But； divine Pharaoh； you spoke also of the death of your own father； King Tamose of blessed memory。 How was he murdered…and by whom？'
'For the answer to this question I must call upon the Magus； Lord Taita； from whom no secret； however devious and grisly； can be hidden。'
Taita faced them and spoke in a whisper that riveted their attention。 His every word carried to the ears of even those on the outskirts of the gathering； and the softness of those words contrasted so effectively with the gruesome circumstances they described that men shuddered and women wept。
At the end Taita held up the broken arrow with its crimson； green and yellow feathers。 This is the instrument of Pharaoh Tamose's death。 The arrow that bears the signet of Trok； but which was loosed by Naja； the man whom Pharaoh loved and trusted as a brother。'
They howled their outrage and their craving for justice to the starlit skies above Gallala。 Taita hurled the arrow on to the nearest fire over which one of the oxen was roasting。 It would not have borne closer inspection； for it was not the arrow that had killed Pharaoh but one of those he had taken from the buried chariot。 He sat down and closed his eyes； as if posing himself to sleep。
Nefer let the guests give full vent to their feelings and when they began to quieten a little he signalled for more wine flagons to be carried out。
There was one last proclamation he had to make； and he waited until the mood had mellowed further before he stood up again。 All fell silent and watched him in anticipation heightened by the good wine from Busiris。 The night had already held so many marvels and they wondered what was yet to e。
'Before a king leads his armies against the enemies of this sacred land of our forefathers； he should be a king indeed； a true and veritable king。 I purpose to lead you against the usurpers； but I am not yet ordained as Pharaoh。 I can achieve this confirmation if I wait until the year of my majority； but that is still far off； and I do not choose to wait that long。 Nor will my enemies allow me that grace。' He paused and they watched him； fascinated…so young yet so tall and straight； as his father had been before him。 Now he raised his right hand in the gesture of oath…taking。
'In the sight of my people and my gods； I will run the Red Road to prove to you that I am your king。'
Some sighed and shook their heads； others started to their feet and cried out； 'No！ Pharaoh； we will not see you killed；' while others called； 'Bak…her！ If he fails then he fails as a brave man。'
That night Mintaka wept as she asked him； 'Why did you not tell me first？'
'Because you would have tried to stop me。'
'But why must you do it？'