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As stealthily as he could he crept forward into the gully where he had heard Mintaka's voice and peered round the corner of the cliff。 He did not recognize her at first： she was as bedraggled as a peasant。 Her hair and her tattered tunic were stiff with sand； and her eyes were sunken and bloodshot。 She was kneeling at the head of one of a small herd of horses； holding a water bucket for it to drink。
Water was the only thing Trok could think about。 He could smell it and his whole body craved it。 He staggered towards Mintaka。 Her back was turned to him and the soft sand covered the sound of his approach。 She was not aware of him until he seized her arm。 She turned； saw him； and screamed。 He snatched the bucket from her hands and knocked her down。 As his arm was useless he knelt on the small of her back to pin her down； while he drank from the bucket。
He swallowed huge gulps； gurgled and belched； then drank some more。 Mintaka was wriggling under him and screaming； 'Nefer！ Taita！ Help me。'
He belched again； pushed her face into the sand to silence her； and swallowed the last drops from the bucket。 He looked around him； still crouching over her like a lion on its kill。 He saw the waterskin against the wall of the gully and the javelins and swords stacked beside it。
He stood up quickly and started towards them。 Instantly Mintaka tried to jump to her feet； but he kicked her down again。 'None of that； you bitch；' he croaked； and seized a handful of her thick sand…drenched hair。 He dragged her after him through the sand until he could reach the waterskin。 Then he had to drop her。 He placed one huge sandalled foot on her back again； reached for the waterskin and held it between his knees while he unfastened the wooden stopper。 He lifted the nozzle to his lips and let the warm； brackish liquid flow down his throat。
Although she was face down in the sand Mintaka realized that Trok was engrossed in his craving for water。 She must act before he had satisfied it and turned his full attention on her。 She knew that he had suffered more humiliation than he could bear and that he would kill her now rather than let her escape him again。
Desperately she reached out to the bundle of weapons stacked against the rock。 Her fingers closed around the shaft of a javelin。 Trok was still drinking with his head thrown back； but he felt her movement and lowered the waterskin just as Mintaka twisted to stab up at his belly and groin with the short but deadly weapon。 However； the blow was aimed from her prone position under him and lacked force。
Trok saw the bright bronze point flash and； with a startled exclamation； jumped back to avoid it。 'You treacherous little slut！' He dropped the waterskin and lunged for her； but the moment his weight was off her Mintaka jumped up。 She tried to slip past him and run out of the gully into the open desert； but he cut her off and reached for her with his long arm。 He caught the hem of her tunic； but she leaped aside。 The linen tore in his fingers and she twisted away from him； but he still had her trapped in the gully。
He lumbered after her but she ran to the cliff wall and started to scale it； lithe and quick as a cat。 Before he could catch her she was out of his reach。 She went up swiftly and he could not hope to follow her。 He picked up the javelin she had dropped and hurled it up at her； but he was using his left hand and there was little power in the throw。
Mintaka ducked as the javelin flew over her head and struck the rock in front of her face。 She climbed faster； driven by fear。 Trok staggered to where the other weapons were stacked； and grabbed another javelin。 He threw again。 It missed her by a hand's width。
Trok grunted with fury and frustration and snatched a third javelin； but at that moment Mintaka reached a ledge in the cliff and crawled over it out of his sight。 She lay there pressing herself to the rock。 She heard him raving and swearing at her。 Even in her distress she was sickened by the filthy words he sent after her。
Then another javelin flashed over where she lay and clattered against the rock face above her。 It dropped back on to the ledge and she grabbed it before it could fall back to the gully floor。 She peered over the edge of the ledge； ready to duck back。
Trok was staring up at her uncertainly； his injured arm dangling at his side。 When her head appeared his face contorted with rage and the pain of his injury； and he started forward as if to climb up to her。
She showed him the point of the javelin。 'Yes； e up；' she hissed at him； 'and let me stick this in your great hog belly！'
He stopped。 He would have to climb and defend himself with only one arm。 He saw that her threat was real。 While he hesitated； Mintaka began to scream again。 'Nefer！ Taita！ Hilto！ Help me！'
Her voice echoed off the cliff and rang down the gully。 He looked about him nervously； as if expecting to see a rush of armed enemies ing at him。 Suddenly he reached a decision。 He picked up the waterskin and slung it over his shoulder。 'Do not think you can evade me for ever。 One day I will sample all the delights of your body and afterwards I will give you as a plaything to my troopers；' he shouted up at her。 Then he tried to mount the mare； but she was still too weak to support his bulk and collapsed under him。
Trok hauled himself to his feet and lumbered away down the gully。
Mintaka feared that his withdrawal might be a trick。 She dared not descend from her perch on the cliff。 She screamed wildly； 'Nefer！ Help me。'
She was still screaming when Nefer came racing back to her down the rocky gully； a sword in his hand； Hilto and Meren close behind him。
'What is it？' Nefer demanded； as she slid down the cliff into his arms。
'Trok！' She sobbed with relief to feel him hold her safely。 'Trok is alive。 He was here。'
She blurted out an account of what had happened； but before she had ended Nefer was giving orders to the others to arm 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 roa