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the Hyksosian troops hidden？ From where was the fatal arrow fired？'
'I cannot tell you； lord。〃 Gil shook his head。 'I and the rest of the men were ordered to wait here； while Lord Naja went forward beyond that outcrop of boulders。'
'Where was Pharaoh？ Did he go forward with Naja？'
'No。 Not at first。 The King waited with us。 Lord Naja heard something up ahead； went to scout and disappeared from our view。'
'I do not understand。 At what point were you attacked？'
'We waited here。 I could see that Pharaoh was being impatient。 After a while Lord Naja whistled from beyond the rocks。 Pharaoh sprang up。 〃e on； lads！〃 he told us； and went up the path。'
'Were you close behind him？'
'No； I was near the rear of the file。'
'Did you see what happened next？'
'Pharaoh disappeared behind the boulders。 Then there was shouting and the sound of fighting。 I heard Hyksos voices and arrows and spears striking the rocks。 I ran forward but the path was crowded with our men who were trying to get round the boulders here to reach the fight。'
Gil ran forward to show him how the path narrowed and wove around the tallest boulder。 'This was as far as I got to。 Then Lord Naja was shouting that Pharaoh had been struck down。 The men ahead of me were milling around； and suddenly they dragged the King down to where I was standing。 I think he was dead even then。'
'How close were the Hyksos？ How many were they？ Were they cavalry or infantry？ Did you recognize their regiments？〃 Taita demanded。 All the Hyksos wore distinctive regalia； which the Egyptian troops had e to know well。
'They were very close；' Gil told him； 'and there were a lot of them。 At least a squadron。'
'What regiment？' Taita insisted。 'Did you pick out their plumes？'
For the first time Gil looked uncertain and a little shamefaced。 'My lord； I did not actually set eyes on the enemy。 You see； they were behind the rocks up there。'
'Then how do you know their strength and numbers？' Taita frowned at him。
'Lord Naja was shouting…' Gil broke off and dropped his eyes。
'Did any of the others； apart from Naja； see the enemy？'
'I do not know； honourable Magus。 You see； Lord Naja ordered us back down the pathway to the chariots。 We could see that the King was mortally wounded； probably already dead。 We had all lost heart。'
'You must have discussed it later with your panions。 Did any of them tell you he had engaged an enemy？ That he had hit one of the Hyksos with arrow or lance？'
Gil shook his head doubtfully。 'I don't remember。 No； I don't think so。
'Apart from the King； were any others wounded？'
'None。'
'Why did you not tell this to the council？ Why did you not tell them that you had not seen an enemy？' Taita was angry now。
'Lord Naja told us to answer the questions simply and not to waste the council's time with idle boasting and long tales of our part in the fighting。' Gil hunched his shoulders with embarrassment。 'I suppose that none of us wanted to admit that we ran without a fight。'
'Do not feel ashamed； Gil。 You carried out your orders；' Taita told him； in a kinder tone。 'Now； climb up on the rocks there； and keep your eyes open。 We are still deep in Hyksosian territory。 I shall not be long。' Taita went forward slowly and stepped round the boulder that blocked the path。 He paused and surveyed the ground ahead。 From this angle he could just make out the top of the ruined watchtower。 The path went up towards it in a series of dog…legs。 Then it disappeared over the crest of a slope； which was fairly open； with little cover for a Hyksosian ambush； just a few clumps of rock and scattered sun…blasted thorn trees。 Then he remembered that it had happened at night。 But something disturbed him。 Taita felt a vague sense of evil； as though he was being watched by a powerful malignant force。
This feeling grew so strong that he stood motionless in the sunlight and closed his eyes。 He opened his mind and his soul； being a dry sponge to soak up any influence from the air around him。 Almost at once the feeling grew stronger still： there were terrible things here； but the focus of evil emanated from somewhere not far ahead of him。 He opened his eyes and walked slowly towards it。 There was nothing to be seen； other than heat…blasted rock and thorn； but now he could even smell evil in the hot air； a faint but rank odour like the breath of a carrion…eating wild beast。
He stopped and sniffed； like a hunting dog； and immediately the air smelt dusty and dry； but clean。 This proved to him that the elusive stench was something outside natural law。 He was catching the faint echo of an evil that had been perpetrated in this place； but when he tried to pinpoint it； it disappeared。 He took a pace forward then another； and once more the nauseating stench wafted around him。 Another pace； and now the smell was acpanied by a feeling of great sorrow； as though he had lost something of inestimable value； something that could never be replaced。
He had to force himself to take the next step up the rocky pathway； and at that instant something struck him with a force that drove the air from his lungs。 He cried out in agony and dropped to his knees； clutching his chest； unable to breathe。 It was extreme pain； the pain of death； and he struggled with it as though with a serpent that had wound its coils about him。 He managed to throw himself back down the path； and immediately the pain fell away。
Gil had heard him cry out and came bounding up the path。 He seized Taita； and helped him to his feet。 'What is it？ What ails you； my lord？'
Taita thrust him away。 'Go！ Leave me！ You are in danger here。 This is a thing not of men but of gods and demons。 Go！ Wait for me at the bottom of the hill。'
Gil hesitated； but then he saw the look in those glittering eyes and recoiled as if from a ghost。
'Go！' Taita said； in a voice Gil wanted never to hear again； and he fled。
For a long time after he had gone Taita struggled to bring his body and mind back under his own control； to enable him to counter the forces arrayed against him。 He reached into the pouch on his belt and brought out the Periapt of Lostris。 He held it in his right hand and stepped forward again。
As he came to the exact spot on the pathway the pain struck once more with even more savage intensity； like a flint…tipped arrow through the chest； and he could barely prevent himself screaming as he reeled backwards and the pain fell away as it had before。
Panting； he stared down at the stony ground。 At first it seemed unmarked and no different from any other point on the rugged pathway he had traversed。 Then； a small ethereal shadow appeared on the earth。 As he watched； it changed； became a shimmering dark scarlet pool。 Slowly he sank to his knees。 The heart blood of a king and a god；' he whispered。 'Here； on this very spot； died Pharaoh Tamose。'
He rallied himself and in a quiet yet firm voice spoke the invocation to Horus； so potent that only an adept of the seventh degree dared voice it。 On the seventh repetition he heard the rustle of unseen wings； which stirred the desert air around him。 'The god is here；' he whispered； and he began to pray。 He prayed for his Pharaoh and his friend； entreating Horus to relieve his suffering and lift his torture。
'Allow him to escape from this dread place；' he beseeched the god。 'It must have been murder for his soul to have been trapped here。'
As he prayed he made the signs for the exorcism of evil。 Before his eyes the pool of blood began to shrink； as though it were soaking away into the dry earth。 As the last drop disappeared Taita heard a soft； formless sound； like the cry of a sleepy child； and the terrible weight of loss and sorrow that had burdened him fell from his shoulders。 As he stood up he felt a great sense of release。 He stepped forward on to the spot where the pool of blood had been。 Even when his sandalled feet were firmly planted upon it he felt