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One of the temple acolytes was waiting to receive the Magus。 He led him to a stone cell in the depths of the temple where a jug of goat's milk stood on the table beside a platter of dhurra bread and honey in the b。 They knew that one of the Magus' weaknesses was honey from the pollen of the mimosa blossom。
There are three men already waiting your arrival； my lord；' the young priest told him。
'Bring Bastet to me first；〃 Taita instructed。
Bastet was the chief scribe of the Nomarch of Memphis。 He was one of Taita's most valued sources of information。 Not a rich man； he was burdened with two pretty but expensive wives and a brood of brats。 Taita had saved his children when the Yellow Flowers devastated the land。 Although of little consequence in the scheme of things； he sat close to the seat of power； using his ears and phenomenal memory to good effect。 He had much to tell Taita of what had transpired in the nome since the accession of the new Regent； and received his payment with genuine gratitude。 'Your blessing would have been sufficient payment； mighty Magus。'
'Babes don't grow fat on blessings。' Taita dismissed him。
Next came Obos； the high priest of the great Horus temple at Thebes。 He owed his appointment to Taita； who had interceded for him with Pharaoh Tamose。 Most of the nobles came to the temple of Horus to worship and make sacrifice； and they all confided in the high priest。 The third man to report to Taita was Nolro； the secretary of the army of the north。 He also was a eunuch； and there was a bond between those who had suffered such mutilation。
From the days of his youth； when Taita had first found himself directing affairs of state from the shadows behind the throne； he had been aware of the absolute necessity of having impeccable intelligence on which to base decisions。 All the rest of that night and most of the following day he listened to these men and questioned them narrowly； so that when he was ready to return to the palace of Memnon he was informed of all the important events that had transpired； and the significant undercurrents and political whirlpools that had developed while he had been away in the wilderness of Gebel Nagara。
In the evening he started back towards the palace； taking the direct route along the bank of the river。 The peasants returning from their labours in the fields recognized him； made the sign for good luck and long life； and called to him； Tray to Horus for us； Magus；' for they all knew he was a Horus man。 Many pressed small gifts upon him； and a ploughman called to him to share his dinner of millet cakes and crisply roasted locusts and goat's milk warm from the udder。
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As night fell Taita thanked the friendly ploughman； bade him farewell； and left him sitting beside his fire。 He hurried on through the night； anxious not to miss the ceremony of the royal rising。 It was dawn before he reached the palace； and he had barely time to bathe and change his raiment before he hurried to the royal bedchamber。 At the door his way was barred by the two guards； who crossed their spears across the entrance。
Taita was astonished。 This had never happened before。 He was the royal tutor； appointed thirteen years ago by Pharaoh Tamose。 He glared at the sergeant of the guard。 The man dropped his eyes but remained steadfast in his denial of entry。 'I mean no offence； mighty Magus。 It is on the specific orders of the mander of the bodyguard； Colonel Asmor； and the palace chamberlain。 No person not approved by the Regent is allowed in the royal presence。'
The sergeant was adamant； so Taita left him and strode down the terrace to where Naja was at breakfast with a small circle of his particular favourites and toadies。 'My lord Naja； you are fully aware that I was appointed by Pharaoh's own father as his tutor and mentor。 I was given the right of access at any time of day and night。'
'That was many years ago； good Magus。' Naja replied smoothly； as he accepted a peeled grape from the slave who stood behind his stool and popped it into his mouth。 'It was right for that time； but Pharaoh Seti is a child no more。 He no longer needs a nursemaid。' The insult was casual； but that did not make it less cutting。 'I am his regent。 In future he looks to me for advice and guidance。'
'I acknowledge your right and duty to the King； but to keep me from Nefer's side is unnecessary and cruel；' Taita protested； but Naja waved a lordly hand to silence him。
'The safety of the King is paramount；〃 he said； and stood up from the breakfast board； to indicate that the meal and the interview were over。 His bodyguard closed in around him so that Taita was forced to fall
back。
He watched Naja's entourage set off down the cloister towards the council chamber。 He did not follow immediately but turned aside and sat down on the coping of one of the fish pools to ponder this development。
Naja had isolated Nefer。 He was a prisoner in his own palace。 When the time came he would be alone； surrounded by his enemies。 Taita searched for some means to protect him。 Once again he considered the idea of flight from Egypt； to spirit Nefer away across the desert to the protection of a foreign power until he had grown old and strong enough to return to claim his birthright。 However； he could be certain that Naja had not only barred the door to the royal quarters but that every escape route from Thebes and Egypt would have already been closed。
There seemed no easy solution； and after an hour of deep thought； Taita rose to his feet。 The guards at the door to the council chamber stood aside for him； and Taita went down the aisle and took his accustomed seat on the front bench。
Nefer was seated on the dais beside his regent。 He wore the lighter hedjet crown of Upper Egypt； and he looked pale and peaky。 Taita felt a flare of concern that he might already be the victim of slow poison； but he could detect no deadly aura surrounding the boy。 He concentrated on sending a current of strength and courage to him； but Nefer gave him a cold； accusing stare to punish him for missing the royal rising ceremony。
Taita turned his attention to the council business。 They were considering the latest reports from the northern front； where King Apepi had recaptured Abnub after a siege that had lasted the previous three years。 That unfortunate city had changed hands eight times since the first Hyksosian invasion in the reign of Pharaoh Mamose； Tamose's father。
If Pharaoh Tamose had not been struck down by the Hyksosian arrow； his bold strategy might have averted this tragic reversal of arms。 Instead of now being forced to prepare for the next Hyksosian strike towards Thebes； the armies of Egypt might have been surging towards the enemy capital of Avaris。
Taita found that the council was bitterly divided in every consideration of the crisis。 They were seeking to place the blame for this most recent defeat； when it was plain for any fool to see that Pharaoh's untimely death had been the main cause。 He had left his army without a head and a heart。 Apepi had taken immediate advantage of his death。
Listening to them argue Taita felt more strongly than ever that this war was a running abscess in the body of this very Egypt。 Exasperated； he rose quietly and left the council chamber。 There was nothing further he could acplish here； for they were still wrangling over who should be given mand of the northern armies to replace the dead Pharaoh Tamose。 'Now that he has gone； there is not one of our manders who can match Apepi； not Asmor or Teron or Naja himself；' Taita muttered； as he stalked away。 'The land and our armies are bled white by sixty years of warfare。 We must have time to build up our strength again； and for a great military leader to emerge from our ranks。' He thought of Nefer； but it would be years before the lad could take over the role that Taita knew； from his study of the Mazes of Ammon Ra； destiny had devised for him。
I have to win him that time and keep him safe until he is ready。
Next he went