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helmet sitting high on the bandages that were wound around his injured head。
* * *
Socco was not only quartermaster general of the armies of the false pharaohs with the rank of Best of Ten Thousand； but he was also an adept of the Red Road。 He was able to give Nefer the exact tally of all the enemy fighting chariots and transport wagons； and where they were deployed。 From memory he drew up a list of the numbers of horses and bullocks in depots of the delta； and the latest inventory of weapons stored in the armouries。
'Trok and Naja have taken almost the last serviceable fighting chariot with them on the expedition to the east。 There are less than fifty left in Egypt； in either the Upper or Lower Kingdom。 The military workshops at Avaris； Thebes and Aswan are working day and night； but every chariot they turn out is sent immediately along the road to Beersheba and Mesopotamia。'
'Horses we now have； thanks to Pharaoh's bold stroke at Thane； even though most are young and unbroken； but we cannot fight a campaign without chariots；' said Hilto gloomily。 'We cannot seize what does not exist； and all the gold now in the royal treasury cannot buy a single squadron。'
While they had been away from Gallala on the great horse raid； Hilto had brought in the remaining gold from the caches along the eastern highway。 There was over three lakhs of the precious metal in the ancient cisterns under the city of Gallala。 He went on； 'Soon Trok must hear of our successes。 He will realize that we have bee a real threat。 As soon as he has captured Babylon； he will divert part of his army to attack us here。 If he sent only a hundred chariots； we could not stand against them in our present state。'
When all the others had had their say； Nefer stood to address the council。 He did not speak long。 'Socco； you train the horses for me；' he said。 'Taita and I will find the chariots。'
'That； Majesty； will take a minor miracle；' said Socco gloomily。
'Be not so parsimonious； Master of a Thousand Chariots。' Nefer smiled at him。 'How can we make good your title with only a minor miracle？ Let us put our faith in a major one。'
* * *
Taita stood on the black rock outcrop。 Around him the sand dunes stretched away to the limit of the eye。 From the base of the rock a hundred men watched him； puzzled but intrigued。 The fame of the Magus was as boundless as the desert in which they found themselves。 All of them were warriors who had e to Gallala of their own accord； forsaking the false pharaohs to offer their allegiance to Nefer Seti。 That allegiance was wearing a little thin； for here they found themselves without weapons or chariots； and daily there were fresh rumours that either Trok or Naja or both were on the march to seek vengeance for their desertion。
Pharaoh Nefer Seti stood beside the Warlock on the pinnacle of rock。 They were in deep discussion。 Occasionally one or the other would gesticulate or point out towards the west； where there was nothing to see but sand； sand and more sand。
They waited patiently through the heat of the day。 Not one expressed disenchantment or disbelief for they were all in awe of Taita。 As the shadows in the hollows of the dunes deepened to purple； that ill…assorted pair； young monarch and ancient Magus； came down from the pinnacle and walked out into the dunes。 Without any apparent purpose the Warlock wandered back and forth along one of the dune faces。 He stopped at intervals and made strange； esoteric gestures with his long staff； then went on again with Pharaoh and his officers following him。
At last in the gathering dusk the Magus planted his staff in the soft sand and spoke quietly to Pharaoh Nefer Seti。 Now； suddenly； they were all galvanized by the shouted orders of the officers。
Twenty men ran forward carrying the digging tools with which they had been issued。 Under the direction of Hilto and Meren； and under the daunting eyes of their king and the Magus； they began to dig。 When the hole was shoulder deep the loose sand ran back into it almost as fast as they shovelled it out； and they were forced to redouble their efforts to make any gains。 The heads of the diggers sank slowly below the level of the surrounding earth； until abruptly there came an excited shout from the bottom of the excavation。 Nefer strode forward and stood on the lip。
'There is something here； divine Majesty。' A man was kneeling in the bottom of the hole； and he looked up with sweat mixed with the grit that coated his face and body。
'Let me see。' Nefer jumped down and pushed the man out of the way。 A patch of hide was exposed； still covered with hair but hard as cedarwood。
Nefer looked up at Taita。 'It is the body of a horse！' he called。
'What colour？' Taita asked。 'Is it black？'
'How did you know that？' Nefer was not really surprised。
'Does the halter carry the golden cartouche of Pharaoh Trok Uruk？' Taita answered his question with another。
'Dig it open！〃 Nefer ordered the sweating men around him。 'But gently now。 Do no damage。'
They worked with great care； using their bare hands to sweep away the sand。 Gradually they exposed the plete head of a black horse that wore on its forehead the cartouche of Trok； embossed on a gold disc； just as Taita had foreseen。
Then they went on to uncover the rest of the carcass。 The animal had been wonderfully preserved by the hot dry sand。 The embalmers in Thebes would have difficulty in matching what the desert had achieved。 Beside it lay its harness mate； another stallion。 Nefer recalled how he had last seen these magnificent animals as they drew Trok's chariot forward under the louring dustclouds of the khamsin。
By this time night had fallen and the workmen lit the oil lamps and placed them on the lip of the excavation。 They went on with the work through the night。 The dead horses were unbuckled from the traces and lifted out。 Their desiccated carcasses were so light that four men could carry them with ease。
Then they recovered the harness。 It was in a perfect state of preservation； and Nefer set his grooms to work immediately； oiling the leather and polishing the gold and bronze parts。
Now they worked back to the chariot itself and a gasp went up from the diggers as the dashboard was cleared of the engulfing sand： it was covered with gold leaf； and gleamed in the lamplight； shooting out darts of light that pricked their eyes。 The javelins and lances were still in their bins on either side of the cockpit； ready to the hand of the charioteer。 Each weapon was a work of art in itself； the lance handles laminated for strength and the metal heads sharp as the scalpels of a surgeon。 The arrows had been made by Grippa of Avaris； the shafts straight and true； the fletchings dyed crimson； yellow and green； the royal cartouche carved into the shaft。
Trok's great war bow was still in its rack； and only the bowstring needed to be replaced。 Nefer flexed the shaft in his hands and wondered if he had the strength to wield it in battle。
When the entire chariot had been uncovered they passed ropes under the chassis and lifted it out of the excavation。 The gold leaf had been beaten so thin that it added no more than two taels to the total weight of the vehicle； and to pensate for this the chassis had been carved from dark hard woods； hewn in the sinister rain…forests far to the south of Egypt's borders。 These timbers were more resilient than the finest bronze； but light and tough。 They could be fined down to save weight without sacrificing strength。
Now it was morning； and the sun was climbing above the horizon。 Nefer and Taita circled the chariot as it gleamed in the light。 It was so sleek and graceful that it seemed already in motion。 Its single shaft seemed to pine like a lover for the touch of two proud horses。 Nefer stroked the gold work。 It was smooth as a lovely woman's skin and warm beneath his hand。
'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