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sopotamian adventure。 Naja knew the route well； and his army was too large to bring across the Red Sea in boats as Trok had done with his much smaller force。
Thanks to a marvellous innovation by the Magus； Nefer and his staff knew the exact numbers and position of Naja's muster。 One of the centurions； high in the chain of Naja's mand； who was an old associate of Taita and who owed him a debt of gratitude； had sent a message to Taita declaring his loyalty to the Pharaoh Nefer Seti and his intention of defecting and ing to join Nefer's army。 Through another of his minions； a trader in fine carpets； who was leading a caravan to Beersheba； Taita had sent the centurion a reply； instructing him to remain at the head of his division。 'You are more valuable to us as a source of intelligence than as a warrior；' he had told him； and through the carpet trader had sent him two unusual gifts： a basket of live pigeons and a papyrus scroll on which was set out a secret code。
When the pigeons were released by the centurion； they returned immediately to the coop in Avaris in which they had been hatched； and they carried with them； tied to one leg with a silken thread； a coded message written on a tiny roll of the finest and lightest papyrus sheet。 Through these messages； Nefer had in his possession the precise numbers and disposition of the troops Naja manded。 He knew the exact day on which Naja had marched from Babylon； and how many troops he had left there under Asmor。 Nefer was able to follow his advance westward； through Damascus and Beersheba and all the other towns and garrisons along his line of march。
Very soon it became apparent that Taita had assessed the situation correctly； and that Naja would not attempt a surprise crossing of the Red Sea。 He was indeed intent on a frontal assault through the Great Sand Desert。
Nefer pulled in his pickets from along the Red Sea coast； and immediately moved his headquarters and most of his army forward to the frontier garrison of Ismailiya on the edge of the desert。 Here there were bountiful sweet…water wells； and ample grazing for the horses。
While they waited in Ismailiya； reports continued to be carried in by the returning pigeons。 Not only did Nefer know Naja's strength； he knew also who manded each of his divisions。
Mintaka sat on his war council in the fort of Ismailiya。 Her contributions were invaluable： she was Hyksos bom； and she knew well those officers on Naja's staff who had once been on her own father's staff。 As a child she had listened to her father's assessment of each of them； and she had a formidable memory； trained and sharpened over the bao board。 She was able to advise Nefer on the strengths； weaknesses and personal peculiarities of each of these men。 She went over the lists they had received。
'Now this one； Centurion Prenn who mands Naja's rearguard； is related to me； for he was one of my father's cousins。 I know him well。 He taught me to ride。 I used to call him Uncle Tonka； which means 〃Bear〃 in my language。' She smiled at the memory。 'My father said of him that he was loyal as a hound； cautious and slow； but once he had sunk his teeth into the throat of an enemy he would hang on to the death。'
By this time Meren had almost fully recovered his health and strength。 He begged Nefer for employment in some useful role； so Nefer sent him forward with a division of chariots to cover Naja's further advance； once he came down from the heights into the desert。
Meren's scouts watched Naja's water carts carrying their loads of clay jars forward and building up the dumps in the arid land through which Naja must pass to reach the frontier of Egypt。 Meren asked to be allowed to attack and disperse the convoys of water carts； but Nefer sent orders to him not to interfere with them； merely to keep them under observation and to note carefully were they placed the water stores。
Then Nefer ordered the last reserves that he had been holding on the river to be brought up； and when these were encamped around Ismailiya he called a council of all their manders。 'Even with Trok's vehicles that we captured at Gallala； Naja outnumbers us by almost three to one；' he told them。 'All his men are battle…hardened； and his horses trained and in fine condition。 We cannot afford to let him cross the frontier and reach the river。 We must meet him and fight him here in the desert。'
All that night they sat in council； and Nefer laid out his battle plan and issued his orders。 They were to let Naja advance unopposed for the first five days。 Then； once he was deeply mitted； they would raid and destroy his water stores； both in front and to the rear of his advance。 This would trap him in the midst of the sands。
'I know Naja well enough to stake the battle on his arrogance and his overbearing confidence in his own fighting skills。 I am certain that even once we cut off his water supply he will not turn back； but will thrust onwards。 His forces will reach Ismailiya after a forced dry march of many days through the desert。 We will be able to meet them with our horses and troops well rested and watered on a battleground of our own choosing。 This will make up some of the deficit in our opposing strengths。'
During the long council； Taita sat silently in the shadows behind Nefer's campaign stool。 It seemed that he was dozing； but once in a while he opened his eyes then； blinking like a sleepy owl； closed them again and let his chin droop back on to his chest。
'Our greatest lack is in the number and condition of our chariots。' Nefer went on； 'but we can almost match Naja in archers； slingers and spearmen。 I am certain that once he realizes his shortage of water； Naja will drive ahead of his foot…soldiers with all his chariots。 Taita and I have devised a plan to lead his vehicles into a trap in which we can exploit the small advantage that we have。
'In front of the town and the wells we will throw up a series of low stone walls behind which our archers and infantry can conceal themselves。 These works will be just high enough to block the advance of a chariot。' With a charcoal stick Nefer sketched out a design on the sheet of papyrus spread on the table…top in front of him。 Hilto； Shabako； Socco and the rest of his staff craned forward to watch。
'The walls will be laid out in the design of a fish trap。' He drew the inverted funnel shapes； with the apex aimed back towards the fort of Ismailiya。
'How will you lead him into the funnel？' Shabako asked。
'With a charge of our own chariots and the mock retreat you have practised so often；' Nefer explained； 'our archers and slingers will remain concealed behind the walls until Naja follows us into the funnel。 The deeper they penetrate； the more tightly his squadrons will be pressed between the walls。 They will offer a fine target for our slingers and archers as they pass at close range。'
Even Shabako looked impressed。 'You intend to shut them up in a stockade like cattle； just as you did with Trok。'
They discussed the plan with enthusiasm； offering suggestions and refinements。 In the end Nefer put Shabako in charge of building the walls。 Taita had spent the last five days surveying and marking them out for him； so the work could begin as soon as it was light the next day。
'We have little time left to us；' Nefer warned them。 'We know that Naja's forces are already drawn up on the heights of the Khatmia。 His water wagons have almost finished laying down the dumps。 I expect he will begin his descent of the escarpment within days。'
The council broke up at last and the officers hurried away to take up the tasks that Nefer had allocated to them。 At last only three remained in the tower room of the old fort at Ismailiya； Nefer； Taita and Mintaka。
Mintaka spoke up for the first time。 'We have discussed already Prenn； my uncle Tonka；' she said； and Nefer nodded； but gave her a quizzical look。 'If I could meet him； if I could speak to him face to face； I am sure I could convince him to turn against Naja and throw in his lot with us。'
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