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nd waved to Trok and he whipped up his horses and followed them across。 In single file the rest of the column crossed behind him。
As soon as they were all safely on the far bank； Trok turned towards the north following the valley back to where they had last seen Taita's fugitive party。
But they had covered less than half the distance before the overcast cloud turned to a yellow fog； a brooding miasma that brought on the night prematurely。 Within minutes the last of the light had been snuffed out； and the utter darkness forced the column to halt。
'The horses are tired。' Trok tried to put a brave face on the decision to halt for the night when his manders gathered around him in the darkness for their orders。 'Water them and let them and the men rest。 We will go on at first light。 Even the Warlock will not have gone far on foot and without water。 We shall have them before noon tomorrow。'
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Taita unwrapped Mintaka's feet and nodded with satisfaction。 Then he dampened them in the strong alkali moisture of the sinking sands； and rebandaged them。 Over her protests Nefer made her don his own sandals。 They were too large for her by far； but the bandages made them fit closer。
They had nothing to carry； no water or food； no weapons or baggage； nothing except the floorboards from the sunken chariots。 With the Hyksos troopers on the far bank watching them curiously； Nefer led them up the face of the high dune； heading east。 Panting； they reached the crest。 Already their thirst was a raging torment。
Nefer took one last look across the sinking sands。 Trok's troopers on the far bank had removed their horses' harness； laagered their chariots and were lighting their watchfires。 Nefer gave them an ironic salute； and followed the rest of the party down the far side of the dune。 As soon as they were hidden from the watchers they rested awhile。 'Every effort will cost us dear；' Nefer warned them。 'We will have no water for many hours more。'
As they lay panting in the heat they listened anxiously for the sound of the men and chariots。 Mintaka gave voice to their fears： 'Pray to all the gods that Trok does not find his crossing and e back to us before dark。'
When they had recovered Nefer led them； under cover of the intervening sand dune； parallel to the valley of the sinking sands。 They went only a short distance； but in the heat the effort taxed them severely。 Once again they settled down to rest in the enervating yellow fog。 They did not have long to wait before the darkness descended on them。
Night brought little relief from the heat。 They climbed back to the top of the dune and below them saw the watchfires of the men on the opposite side of the valley。 The flames gave just sufficient light for them to make out the layout of the Hyksos camp。
The enemy chariots were drawn up in a hollow square with the horses' heads hitched to the wheels。 Two sentries sat beside the fires； and the rest of the men were lying on their sleeping mats within the shelter of the laager。
'They have seen us set out towards the east。 We must hope that they believe we are still heading in that direction； and that they are off their guard；' Nefer said； and led them slipping and sliding down the face of the dune。 They reached the bottom a few hundred cubits down the valley from the camp。 This was just far enough to hide their movements and muffle any sounds they might make。
Using the glow of the campfires for orientation； linking arms so that no one would lose the way in the dark； they groped their way to the edge of the sinking sands。
They launched the wooden boards and sculled across the quagmire。 They had bee practised at this form of travel and within a short time they reached the far side。
Keeping close together they crept towards the camp； and crouched down just beyond the circle of firelight。 Except for the two sentries the enemy camp seemed asleep。 The horses were quiet and the only sound was the soft crackle of the flames。 Suddenly one of the sentries stood up and walked across to where his rade sat。 The two talked softly。 Nefer fretted at the delay； and was about to ask Taita for help when the old man anticipated him。 He pointed his staff at the two dark figures。 Within minutes their voices sounded drowsy； and at last the one sentry stood up； stretched and yawned。 He sauntered back to his own fire； and settled down with his sword across his lap。
Taita kept the staff pointed at him； and slowly the man's head sank forward； his chin resting on his chest。 From the other fire came a soft snore。 Both men were fast asleep。
Nefer touched Hilto and Meren。 Each knew his job。 They crept forward again leaving Taita and Mintaka at the edge of the firelight。
Nefer came up behind the nearest sentry。 The sword had slipped from his lap and lay beside him in the sand。 Nefer picked it up and in the same movement slammed the bronze pommel into the man's temple。 Without a sound the sentry toppled over and lay stretched full…length beside his fire。
With the sword in his fist Nefer glanced across at the other fire。 Hilto and Meren had dealt with the sentry； who lay curled up like a sleeping dog。 Hilto had his sword。 The three ran forward and reached the nearest chariot。 The javelins were still in the side…bins。
Nefer grabbed one。 It felt heavy and forting in his grip。 Meren； too； had armed himself。 Suddenly one of the horses whinnied softly and stamped its hoof。 Nefer froze。 For a moment he thought that they had remained undetected。 Then a sleepy voice called from within the square of chariots。
'Noosa； is that you？ Are you awake？'
A trooper staggered into the firelight； still more than half asleep； naked except for his loincloth。 He held a sword in his right hand。
He stopped and gawked at Nefer。 'Who are you？' His voice rose in alarm。
Meren hurled the javelin。 It struck in the centre of the man's chest。 He threw up his hand and slumped to the sand。 Meren jumped forward and picked up his fallen sword。 Howling like maddened djinns the three of them leaped over the shafts and rushed into the square of vehicles。 Their shrieks had thrown the awakening men into wild confusion。 Some had not even drawn their weapons and the captured swords rose and fell to a murderous rhythm。 The blades dulled with blood。
Only one of the enemy rallied and turned upon them。 He was a big brute of a man； and he beat them back； roaring like a wounded lion。 He aimed a full cut at Nefer's head； and although Nefer caught it with a high parry； the blow numbed his arm to the shoulder。 The bronze blade snapped off at the guard。
Nefer was disarmed and his adversary swung up his sword and aimed at his head to finish it。 Taita stepped out of the darkness behind him； and rapped him over the skull with his staff。 The man collapsed； and Nefer snatched the sword from his nerveless ringers before it struck the ground。
The fight was over。 Five of the survivors knelt with their hands on their heads； while Hilto and Meren stood over them。 Mintaka and Taita built up the fires； and by the light of the flames they made out that three of the troopers were dead； and two others gravely wounded。
While Taita treated their injuries； the others used spare tackle from the chariots to pinion the hand and feet of the prisoners。 Only then could they drink their fill from the waterskins； help themselves from the bread bag and cut slices of dried meat from the provisions they found。
By the time they had eaten and drunk the light of the new day was strengthening。 It was another threatening scarlet dawn； and the heat was already suffocating。 Nefer selected three chariots； and the best of the horses to draw them。 They stripped the chosen vehicles of any unnecessary equipment； such as the troopers' personal baggage and spare weapons beyond their own requirements。 Nefer turned the unwanted horses loose and sent them galloping into the wilderness by waving a blanket in their faces。
Every minute the ruddy light of that eerie dawn grew
