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'Your generosity is misplaced； my lord。' She would not address him by any of his numerous new royal titles。 'Thousands of your subjects； victims of war and plague； are starving and stand in greater need than I。'
'This is something special； which will have value to you alone；' he assured her。
She threw up her hands in resignation。 'I am only one of your loyal subjects。' She made no effort to hide her sarcasm。 'If you insist； far be it from me to deny you anything。'
Trok clapped his hands again and two of his guardsmen came down the deck from the bows； carrying between them a large bag of untanned leather。 The smell it gave off was strong and unpleasant。 Some of the girls exclaimed with disgust； but Mintaka remained expressionless as the two soldiers stopped in front of her。
Trok nodded at them and they loosened the drawstring at the mouth of the bag； then tipped out the contents on to the deck。 The girls shrieked with horror； and even some of the men started and exclaimed with disgust。
The severed human head rolled across the planking to Mintaka's feet； and lay there； staring up at her with a wide and startled gaze。 The long dark locks were stiff with dried black blood。
'Laso！' Mintaka whispered the name of the inept magician whom she had entrusted with her message to Thebes。
'Ah！ You recall his name。' Trok smiled。 'His tricks must have impressed you as much as they did me。'
In the summer heat the head had begun to depose； and the smell was strong。 The flies came swiftly and crawled on the open eyeballs。 Mintaka's gorge rose； and she swallowed hard。 She saw that a scrap of papyrus parchment protruded from between Laso's purple lips。
'Alas； it seems that his last trick was his most amusing。' Trok leaned over and retrieved the blood…smeared parchment。 He held it so that Mintaka could be certain it was her own cartouche that sealed the message； then dropped the papyrus into the charcoal brazier on which the lamb kebabs were roasting。 It burned quickly and the ashes curled into grey powder。
Trok gestured for the head to be removed。 One of the soldiers picked it up by the hair； dropped it back into the bag and took it away。 The pany sat for a long minute in shocked silence； except that one of the girls was sobbing softly。
'Your Royal Highness； your divine father of illustrious memory must have had some premonition of the fate that awaited him；' Trok addressed her gravely。 Mintaka was too disturbed to reply。 'Before his tragic death he spoke to me。 He placed you under my protection。 I gave him my oath； and I accepted this as a sacred charge。 You need never appeal to any other for protection。 I； Pharaoh Trok Uruk； am your oath man。' He placed his right hand upon her bowed head； and in the other hand he raised another scroll of parchment。
'This is my royal proclamation setting aside the betrothal of Princess Mintaka of the House of Apepi to Pharaoh Nefer Seti of the House of Tamose。 Furthermore； it contains a proclamation of the marriage of the Princess Mintaka to Pharaoh Trok Uruk。 The proclamation has been ratified by the cartouche of Lord Naja； accepting and confirming it in the name of Pharaoh Nefer Seti。' He handed the scroll to his chamberlain with a terse instruction。 'Have one hundred copies made of this proclamation and cause them to be publicly displayed in every city in every nome of this very Egypt。'
Then； with both hands； he lifted Mintaka to her feet。 'You will not be alone for much longer。 You and I will be husband and wife before the rise of the Moon of Osiris。'
* * *
Three days later Pharaoh Trok Uruk arrived at Avaris； his military capital in the Lower Kingdom； and immediately plunged with indefatigable energy into securing to his own hand all the affairs of state； and the trappings of power。
The populace was delirious with joy at the news of the treaty of Hathor； and at the promise of peace and prosperity in the years ahead。 However； there was some puzzlement and dismay when one of the first acts of the new Pharaoh was to put in hand another massive enforced draft of men for the army。 It soon became clear that he was intent on doubling the size of his infantry regiments and building two thousand more fighting chariots。
The question was asked； but not to Trok's face； where he expected to find a new enemy now that Egypt was once more united and at peace。 The loss of working men from the millet fields and pastures to the army resulted in a shortage of food and a sharp increase in the prices in the markets。 The expenditure on new chariots； weapons and military equipment necessitated an increase in taxation。 There were mutters now that Apepi； despite his warmongering； taxation and contempt of the gods； had not been as bad a ruler as they had believed him to be。
Within weeks Trok ordered work to mence on the extensive enlargements and refurbishment to the palace in Avaris into which he intended to move with his bride； Princess Mintaka。 The architects estimated that these works would cost over two lakhs of gold。 The muttering grew louder。
Well aware of the rising discontent； Trok met it with the proclamation of his own divinity and elevation to the pantheon。 Work was to begin within the week on the construction of his temple on a choice site alongside the magnificent temple of Seueth in Avaris。 Trok was determined that his temple would exceed that of his brother god in splendour。 The architects estimated that the pletion of the temple would require at the very least five thousand labourers； five years and another two lakhs of gold。
The revolt started in the delta where a regiment of foot； who had been unpaid for over a year； murdered their officers and marched on Avaris； calling on the population to rise and join them against the tyrant。 Trok met them with three hundred chariots near Manashi and cut them to pieces with his first charge。
He emasculated and impaled five hundred mutineers on stakes。 Like a macabre forest； they decorated both sides of the road for half a league beyond the village of Manashi。 The ringleaders of the revolt were roped to the back of chariots and dragged to Avaris to state their grievances。 Unfortunately none of the prisoners survived the journey： by the time they arrived they were barely recognizable as human…their skin and much of their flesh had been ripped away as they were dragged over the rough ground。 Ragged pieces of flesh and splinters of bone were scattered over twenty leagues of the roadway； to the delight of the pi…dogs； jackals and carrion crows。
A few hundred mutineers escaped the massacre and disappeared into the desert。 Trok did not bother to pursue them beyond the eastern borders； for this petty matter had already occupied too much of his attention and delayed his wedding by months。 He hurried back to Avaris； using up three pairs of horses in his furious impatience。
While Trok was away； Mintaka had tried twice more to send a message to Taita in Thebes。 The first of her messengers had been one of the eunuchs of the harem； a fat； kindly black man she had known all her life。 There was a special bond between the eunuchs in both kingdoms that transcended race or country。 Even during the years when the two kingdoms were split asunder； Soth； for that was the eunuch's name； had honoured this special tie to Taita； and had been his friend and confidant。
However； Trok's spies were ubiquitous and unsleeping。 Soth never reached Assyut but was brought back in a leather bag barely alive。 He died when his head was plunged into a cauldron of boiling water。 His skull； with the flesh boiled away； the bone bleached and polished； the eye…sockets filled with orbs of lapis lazuli； was presented to Mintaka as a special gift from Pharaoh Trok。
After that Mintaka could not bring herself to recruit another messenger； and thus condemn him or her to a gruesome death。 Nevertheless； one of her Libyan slave girls； Thana； who knew the depth of her mistress's love volunteered to carry her message。 She was the not the prettiest of the girls； for she had a cast in one eye and a large nose； but she was loyal； loving and true。 At her suggestion Mintaka sold her to a merchant who was travelling to Thebes the following day。 He took Thana with him； but three days later she was back in Avaris； bound by wrists and ankles to the side frame of a chariot of the border guards。
Trok dealt with Thana on his return from Manashi： he condemned her to death by love and she was given to the regiment that had led the charge at Manashi。 Over four hundred men took their pleasure with her until； at sunset on the third day； she bled to death。
For three days Mintaka wept for her without cease。
* * *
The wedding of Pharaoh Trok Uruk and Princess Mintaka Apepi was played out in the ancient Hyksosian tradition that had its origins a thousand years earlier； and a thousand leagues to the east； on the vast treeless steppe beyond the mountains of Assyria from which their ancestors had ridden to the conquest of Egypt。
At dawn on the day of the wedding； a party of two hundred of the relatives and members of the tribe of Princess Mintaka burst into the royal apartments where she had been kept captive ever since her return to Avaris。 There was no resistance from the guards who had been expecting this incursion。 The members of her faction carried Mintaka away； and rode towards the east in a tight formation with the princess in their midst； shouting defiance and brandishing clubs and staves。 Edged weapons of any sort were banned from the festivities。
When the bridal party had been given a head…start the bridegroom led a party of his own tribe； the leopards； in pursuit。 The fugitives had shown no urgency to escape； and as soon as the pursuers came into view they turned back and gleefully launched themselves into the fray。 Even though swords and daggers were not allowed； two men suffered fractured limbs； and there were a few cracked skulls。 Not even the bridegroom escaped without cuts and bruises。 In the end Trok claimed his prize。 He snatched up Mintaka with an arm around her waist and lifted her into his chariot。
Mintaka's resistance was not in the least play…acting； and with her fingernails she inflicted a deep scratch down the right side of Trok's face； which narrowly missed his eye； and the dripping blood spoiled the colourful splendour of his costume。
'She will give you many warlike sons！' his supporters shouted in admiration for the ferocity of the Mintaka's resistance。
Grinning delightedly at the belligerent spirit of his bride Trok drove her triumphantly back to his temple where the newly appointed priests of his order waited to perform the final rituals。
The temple was as yet only open foundation trenches and tall heaps of stone building blocks； but this did not detract from the pleasure of the wedding guests or the enthusiasm of the bridegroom as they stood under the canopy of woven reeds while the high priest bound Mintaka to him with a halter rope。
At the culmination of the ceremony； Trok cut the throat of his favourite war horse； a beautiful chestnut stallion； as a sign that he placed a higher value on his bride than on this other precious possession。 As the animal fell kicking and spurting blood from the open carotid artery the pany shouted their acclamation and lifted the couple into the flower…bedecked chariot。
Trok drove back to the palace with one arm still firmly around his bride； taking no chances on a second escape。 The army lined the way； swarming around the vehicle； and showered gifts of amulets and good…luck charms into the cockpit。 Others held up bowls of wine to Trok as he drove past； and he gulped them； spilling much of it down his tunic where it mingled with the blood from his torn cheek。
By the time they reached the palace Trok was soaked with blood and red wine； sweating and dusty from the ride and the fight to claim his bride； reckless with wine and wild…eyed with lust。
He carried Mintaka through the crowd into t