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Taita whipped up the horses。 'The city gates will soon be closed for the night。 When Mintaka's escape is discovered the first thing they will do is seal off the city； search every building and vehicle； and question every stranger within the walls。'
They galloped down the wide avenue leading to the eastern gate。 As they approached they saw that the way was blocked with other wagons and chariots lined up in front of the gate。 There had been a religious festival and procession earlier in the day； and these were worshippers and revellers returning to the outlying villages around Avaris。 Their forward progress was tantalizingly slow。
The sun had already sunk behind the walls and the light was fading； but there were still two vehicles ahead of them when the captain of the guard came out of the gate house and yelled at his men； 'That is enough！ The sun has set。 Close the gates！'
There were yells of protest from all the travellers still trying to pass out。
'I have a sick child。 I must take her home。〃
'I have paid my toll； let me pass。 My load of fish will spoil。'
One of the smaller wagons drove forward deliberately and blocked the efforts of the guards to force the gates shut。 A small riot broke out； with shouting guards swinging clubs； outraged citizens screaming back at them and frightened horses rearing and whinnying。 Suddenly there was a further motion from without the walls。 Louder voices drowned the protests of travellers and guards alike。
'Make way for Pharaoh！ Clear the road for Pharaoh Trok Uruk！'
The boom of a war…drum enforced the order。 The guards ceased their efforts to shut the gates and instead fell over each other in their haste to throw them wide open again to reveal on the roadway outside a squadron of fighting chariots。 Over the leading vehicle waved the red leopard pennant。 Standing tall on the footplate； his bronze helmet gleaming and his beribboned beard thrown over one shoulder； stood Pharaoh Trok Uruk； whip and reins in his gauntleted hands。
As soon as the gates were wide open he drove his four…horse team straight into the mass of people and wagons in the roadway； lashing out indiscriminately with his whip at any who stood in his way。 His men ran ahead of him； overturning any vehicle that blocked the road； and dragging it aside； spilling loads of wet slippery fish and vegetables into the gutters。
'Make way for Pharaoh！' they roared； above the screams of those caught up in the confusion。 The troopers reached Taita's vehicle and began to tip it over to clear the path for Trok。 Taita stood up and lashed at them with the whip； but his blows fell on their helmets and their bronze epaulettes。 They laughed at him and heaved together。 The wagon went over。 The rolled carpet slid across the wagon bed and might have been crushed under the capsizing vehicle。
'Help me！' shouted Nefer； and jumped back to hold the carpet roll and cushion its fall。 Hilto caught one end and Bay the other。 As the wagon crashed on its side with a crackle of breaking timber they dragged Mintaka； still cocooned in the roll； to safety against the wall of the nearest building。
Pharaoh Trok forced his chariot through the wreckage and spilled loads； cracking his whip over the heads of his team； roaring mands at his warhorses。
'Strike！ Strike！' The horses were battle…trained； and at his urging they reared and struck out at anyone in their way with their bronze…shod hoofs。 Nefer saw one old woman scurry straight under the flying hoofs。 One caught her full in the face。 Her head split open； and her teeth flew from her mouth like a burst of white hailstones。 They rattled on the cobbles and she sprawled in front of Trok's chariot。
The bronze wheel rims bumped over her body as he drove on； passing so close to where Nefer crouched protectively over Mintaka's carpet roll that for an instant they looked into each other's eyes。 Trok did not recognize him in his rags with the headcloth wound around his head； but with casual cruelty he snapped the whip over Nefer's shoulder。 The metal tips of the lash cut through the cloth and raised a line of bright blood spots。 'Out of my way； peasant！' Trok snarled； and Nefer gathered himself to leap on to the footplate and drag Trok out of the chariot by his beard。 This was the beast who had defiled Mintaka； and Nefer's rage was a red veil over his vision。
Taita grabbed his arm to restrain him。 'Let it pass。 Get the carpet out of the gates； you fool。 We will be trapped here。' Nefer strained to be free of his grip； and Taita shook him。 'Do you want to lose her again so soon？'
Nefer regained control of his temper。 He stooped to seize the end of the roll and the others helped him。 They ran with it to the gates； but the squadron of chariots was through and once more the guards were swinging the heavy wooden doors to。 Taita ran ahead and scattered the guards with his staff。 When one of the sentries raised a club over his head； Taita turned on him and stared into his face with those mesmeric eyes。 The man recoiled as though confronted by a man…eater。
Carrying the rolled carpet between them they squeezed through the narrow gap between the closing gates； then ran into the encampment below the city walls。 Although angry shouts followed them； they disappeared from the guards' view into the gathering darkness among the leather tents and shacks。 Behind the walls of a goat pen they lowered their burden to the ground and unrolled it。 Dishevelled and hot； Mintaka sat up and smiled to see Nefer kneeling in front of her。 They reached for each other and embraced as the others looked on。
Taita brought them back to reality。 'Trok has returned unexpectedly；' he told Mintaka； 'It will not be long before he discovers that you are missing。' He pulled Mintaka to her feet。 'We have lost the wagon。 Ahead of us we have a long journey on foot。 Unless we set out now it will be after daylight tomorrow before we reach the oasis where we left the chariots。'
Mintaka sobered immediately。 'I am ready；' she said。
Taita glanced down at her flimsy gold sandals decorated with turquoise studs； and strode away among the huts。 He returned in a few minutes with a slatternly old woman following close behind him。 He was carrying a pair of hard…worn but sturdy peasant's sandals。 'I have exchanged these for yours；' he said。
Mintaka did not demur but slipped off the lovely sandals and handed them to the old woman； who scuttled away before anyone could take them back from her。 Then Mintaka stood up。 'I am ready；' she said。 'Which way； Magus？'
Nefer took her hand and they fell in behind Taita as he strode out into the desert。
* * *
Trok drove through the palace gates and reined in his dusty； lathered horses in the front courtyard before his own magnificent quarters。 Two colonels of his cavalry； both members of the leopard clan and his particular cronies； stumped after him into the banquet hall with weapons and bucklers clattering。 The house slaves had laid out a feast to wele Pharaoh home。 Trok drained a bowl of sweet red wine； and seized the boiled haunch of a wild boar。
'There is something I need more than food or drink。' He winked at his panions； who guffawed and nudged each other。 Trok was aware that his marital reverses were mon gossip in the army； and that the manner in which his new wife treated him was weakening his reputation。 Despite his victories over the rebels in the south； and the harsh retribution he had imposed upon them； his prestige as a man was suffering。 He was…determined to change that this very night。
'There is more food than even you two oxen can eat； and enough wine in which to drown a hippopotamus。〃 Trok waved at the groaning board。 'Do your worst； but don't expect me to join you before morning。 I have a field to plough； and an incorrigible filly to break to my will。'
He strode from the hall gnawing at the bone in his hand； and gulping down mouthfuls of the fat pork as he went。 Two slaves with burning torches ran ahead of him to light his way down the gloomy