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rds the village of El Wadun。 The chariot left black…shaded wheel…tracks behind it on the silvery sands； before it disappeared beyond the first bend of the wadi。 When it had gone Pharaoh walked back down the waiting column； speaking quietly to the troopers； calling many by name； laughing softly with them； encouraging and cheering them。 Small wonder they loved him； and followed him so gladly wherever he led them。
* * *
Lord Naja drove warily； hugging the south bank of the dry riverbed。 Every now and then he glanced upwards at the crest of the hills； until at last he recognized the tower of wind…blasted rock that leaned slightly askew against the skyline； and grunted with satisfaction。 A little further on he reached the point where a faint footpath left the wadi bottom and wound up the steep slope to the foot of the ancient watchtower。
With a curt word to his lance…bearer he jumped down from the footplate； and adjusted the cavalry bow over his shoulder。 Then he unslung the clay fire…pot from the rail of the chariot； and started up the pathway。 It was so well disguised that if he had not memorized ever turn and twist he would have lost his way a dozen times before he reached the top。
At last he stepped out on to the upper rampart of the tower。 It had been built many centuries ago and was in ruinous condition。 He did not approach the edge for there was a precipitous drop into the valley below。 Instead he found the bundle of dry faggots hidden in the niche of the wall where he had left it and dragged it into the open。 Quickly he built up a tiny pyramid of the kindling； then blew on the charcoal nuggets in the fire…pot； and when they glowed he crumbled a handful of dried grass on to them。 They burst into flame and he lit the small signal beacon。 He made no attempt to hide himself but stood out where a watcher below would see him illuminated on the height of the tower。 The flames died away as the kindling was consumed。 Naja sat down to wait in the darkness。
A short while later he heard a pebble rattle on the stony path below the walls and he whistled sharply。 His signal was returned； and he stood up。 He loosened the bronze blade of his sickle sword in its scabbard and nocked an arrow in the bow； standing ready for an instant draw。 Moments later a harsh voice called to him in the Hyksosian language。 He replied fluently and naturally in the same tongue； and the footsteps of at least two men sounded on the stone ramp。
Not even Pharaoh knew that Naja's mother had been Hyksosian。 In the decades of their occupation the invaders had adopted many of the Egyptian ways。 With a dearth of their own women to choose from； many of the Hyksos had taken Egyptian wives； and over the generations the blood…lines had bee blurred。
A tall man stepped out on to the rampart。 He wore a skull…hugging basinet of bronze； and multicoloured ribbons were tied in his full beard。 The Hyksos dearly loved bright colours。
He opened his arms。 The blessing of Seueth on you； cousin；' he growled； as Naja stepped into his embrace。
'And may he smile on you also； Cousin Trok； but we have little time；' Naja warned him； and indicated the first light fingers of the dawn stroking the eastern heavens with a lover's touch。
'You are right； coz。' The Hyksosian general broke the embrace； and turned to take a linen…wrapped bundle from his lieutenant； who stood close behind him。 He handed it to Naja； who unwrapped it as he kicked life back into the beacon fire。 In the light of the flames he inspected the arrow quiver it contained。 It was carved from a light tough wood and covered with finely tooled and stitched leather。 The workmanship was superb。 This was the accoutrement of a high…ranking officer。 Naja twisted free the stopper and drew one of the arrows from the container。 He examined it briefly； spinning the shaft between his fingers to check its balance and symmetry
The Hyksosian arrows were unmistakable。 The fletching feathers were dyed with the bright colours of the archer's regiment and the shaft was branded with his personal signet。 Even if the initial strike was not fatal； the flint arrowhead was barbed and bound to the shaft in such a way that if a surgeon attempted to draw the arrow from a victim's flesh； the head would detach from the shaft and remain deep in the wound channel； there to putrefy and cause a lingering； painful death。 Flint was much harder than bronze； and would not bend nor flatten if it struck bone。
Naja slipped the arrow back into the quiver and replaced the stopper。 He had not taken the chance of bringing such distinctive missiles with him in his chariot。 If discovered in his kit by his groom or lance…bearer； its presence would be remembered； and difficult to explain away。
'There is much that we still should discuss。' Naja squatted down and gestured for Trok to do the same。 They talked quietly until at last Naja rose。 'Enough！ Now we both know what must be done。 The time for action has at last arrived。'
'Let the gods smile upon our enterprise。' Trok and Naja embraced again； and then； without another word； Naja left him； ran lightly down the rampart of the tower and took the narrow path down the hill。
Before he reached the bottom he found a place to cache the quiver。 It was a niche where the rock had been split open by the roots of a thorn tree。 Over the quiver he placed a rock the size and roughly the shape of a horse's head。 The twisted upper branches of the tree formed a distinctive cross against the night sky。 He would recognize the place again without difficulty。
Then he went on down the path to where his chariot stood in the wadi bottom。
* * *
Pharaoh Tamose saw the chariot returning； and knew by the impetuous manner in which Naja drove that something untoward was afoot。 Quietly he ordered the squadron to mount up and stand with drawn weapons； ready to meet any eventuality。
Naja's chariot rattled up the pathway from the wadi bottom。 The moment it drew level with where Pharaoh waited he sprang down。 'What's amiss？' Tamose demanded。 'A blessing from the gods；' Naja told him； unable to stop his voice shaking with excitement。 They have delivered Apepi defenceless into our power。'
'How is that possible？'
'My spies have led me to where the enemy king is encamped but a short distance from where we now stand。 His tents are set up just beyond the first line of hills； yonder。' He pointed back with his drawn sword。
'Can you be certain it is Apepi？' Tamose could barely control his own excitement。
'I saw him clearly in the light of his campfire。 Every detail of his features。 His great beaked nose and beard shot with silver shining in the firelight。 There is no mistaking such stature。 He towers above all those around him； and wears the vulture crown on his head。'
'What is his strength？' Pharaoh demanded。
'With his usual arrogance he has a bodyguard of less than fifty。 I have counted them； and half of them are asleep； their lances stacked。 He suspects nothing and his watchfires burn bright。 A swift charge out of the darkness and we will have him in our grasp。'
'Take me to where Apepi lies；' Pharaoh manded； and leaped to the footplate。
Naja led them； and the soft silvery sands of the wadi muffled the sounds of the wheels； so that in a ghostly silence the squadron swept around the last bend and Naja raised his clenched fist high to order the halt。 Pharaoh drew up alongside him and leaned across。
'Where lies Apepi's camp？'
'Beyond the ridge。 I left my spies overlooking it。' Naja pointed up the pathway towards the watchtower on the crest。 'On the far side is a hidden oasis。 A sweet…water well and date palms。 His tents are set among the trees。'
'We will take a small patrol with us to scout the camp。 Only then can we plan our attack。'
Naja had anticipated the order； and with a few terse orders selected a scouting party of five troopers。 Each one was bound to him by blood oath。 They were his men； hand and heart。
'Muffle your scabbards