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A full circuit of the cockpit the red carried him； but every stride was weaker； and at last he collapsed just below where they stood at the barrier。
'He is dead！' somebody yelled。 'The fight is over。 Let the chasers go。'
'No！ He lives yet；' screamed Mintaka fiercely。
The black bird released his grip on the other's head； and stood over him。 With the last of his strength and courage the red bird forced himself to his feet and stood swaying； with both wings dragging in the sand and the blood pouring from the gash in his cheek。
The black bird seemed to be measuring the distance between them； then once more he leaped high and for a moment towered over his victim。 Then he fell upon him and drove both spurs in to their full length； through heart and lungs。 The red rooster crumpled under him and lay upon his back； his beak wide open in a silent death cry and his wings shivering convulsively。
The black rooster stood over the carcass； threw back his head and gave vent to a raucous crow of triumph that seemed to rip down Mintaka's spine； and made her shudder。
'The god has spoken！ It is finished。' Hilto lifted the torn and bloody carcass by the neck； and the flag on the tower of Bes dropped。 He turned to the charioteers； who crouched behind their teams of horses。
'You are free to take the Red Road！' he cried。 'Ride to death or glory！' The long whips cracked； the horses threw their heads； tossed their manes； and the ten fighting chariots swept together once around the forum； while the crowds scattered from under their wheels； women screamed and men cheered。 Then they burst through the city gates and tore away into the hills； following the line of flags。
* * *
Nefer took a moment longer to pamper and reassure the horses； he stood with an arm around each of their necks and whispered to them。 Then he ran back and jumped on to the footplate。 He started them at a walk then brought them gently to a canter。 Only when they were running in perfect unison； leading together； did he change their gait with the mand； 'Nile！'
Smoothly they swept down on the targets for the second attempt and he passed the reins to Meren。 He gave him no admonition； for he knew that Meren was still smarting from the their first blundered attempt。
While he wrapped the thong around his wrist Nefer watched Krus' ears for any sign that he would break stride again； but he held them pricked forward and ran true。 He held the line perfectly as they came level with the first target； and the javelin smacked into the red inner。 It seemed that almost immediately the second target came up and he threw smoothly with just that final application of power in the stroke and the point sank deeply into the inner ring。 Beside him Meren was silent； steering the team with his very breath and soul。
The third javelin twinkled like a beam of sunlight as it flew across the range and Shabako waved the red flag for another hit。
The last javelin was in Nefer's hand； the thong clinched firmly around his wrist； and he crooned to the horses； making his tone firm but reassuring。 'One more。 Just one more for me！'
Krus seemed to gather himself and tuck in his chin and he held the line sweetly and as Nefer threw he knew it was going to strike in the very centre of the red。 He shouted to them while it was still in flight。
'Ha！ Ha！ e away。' And they surged forward； breaking from the glide into full gallop so strongly that Nefer had to brace his legs and clutch at the grab rope to prevent himself being thrown over backwards。
Shabako waved the red flag over his head and his voice carried clearly； 'Bak…her； Majesty！ You are through and clear！'
But Nefer knew they could never make up the ground they had lost； and the chasers were already ing up swift and hard behind them。
* * *
The line of flags led them in a wide circle to the north along the edge of a deep chasm with sheer sides； and on up a series of natural terraces where the bare earth was a soft peachy colour that belied its harsh and barren nature。
The step of the third and final terrace was lined with over fifty of the more hardy spectators who had climbed up from Gallala。 As Nefer's chariot raced up towards them they cheered them onwards； and opened their ranks to let them through。 The summit of the terrace was flat and level。 In the centre of this open space the wrestlers waited。
Each stood in his own circle of white painted stones。 Nefer steered down towards them； with the crowds running after them cheering and laughing with excitement。 Just short of the stone rings； Nefer brought the horses to a halt； and two grooms who were standing ready ran forward to take their heads。
'See they drink only one bucket each；' Nefer ordered； as he jumped down。 This was the first point at which they were permitted to water the horses； but Nefer did not want their bellies blown up with liquid。
Swiftly Nefer and Meren stripped off their leather armour and the short chitons beneath until they stood stark naked in the sunlight。 The crowd hummed with admiration when their hard young bodies； trained to athletic perfection； were revealed； and some of the women of low status and dubious morality ululated and cavorted lewdly with excitement。
Now every second that passed brought the pursuing chariots closer。 Nefer did not even glance at the dancing women but he and Meren strode forward； each towards the ring where his allotted opponent waited。 Nefer paused outside the ring of white stones and looked at Polios of Ur who stood in the centre。
He was not exceptionally big or tall； no larger or heavier then Nefer； for the judges had matched them carefully and fairly。 However； there was no fat or superfluous flesh on Polios。 It was obvious that he had been limbering up； for he shone with sweat and oil and his muscles were engorged and flushed with blood。 Everything about him was hard。 His shoulders were in perfect proportion to his waist； his belly flat； his limbs long and supple。 He stood with his arms folded over his chest and watched Nefer with a hard flat stare。
Nefer took one long breath and heard again Taita's words in his ear； as clearly as if he had spoken again in his ear； 'The left knee。 That is his only weakness。'
He dropped his eyes to the limb but Polios' left knee seemed as sturdy as the right。 Hard and impregnable as the main stem of an olive tree。
Nefer touched the golden charm at his throat； and stepped into the ring of stones。 The crowd howled and yelped and shouted。 Polios placed his hands on his knees and hunched his shoulders； and watched him with the flat implacable stare of a serpent。 Nefer knew that he must make the first advance； for Polios was in no hurry。 His task was to delay Nefer here until the pursuing chariots could catch up with him。 Nefer circled him once； and Polios turned slowly to keep facing him。
'Yes；' Nefer told himself； 'there it is。 He drags his left toe。' But it was so tiny a flaw that he would never have picked it out without Taita's advice。
'An old injury；' Taita had told him。 'Here！' and he had pressed his thumb into Nefer's knee to mark the exact site of it。 But then Taita had gone on； 'Even so； do not rate him lightly。 He is a man…killer。 This is his favourite throw； and it is well nigh irresistible。' Taita had demonstrated it。
Nefer circled back the other way and Polios turned with him。 He saw it now； a faint unnatural hollow below the bulge of the kneecap。 He could not afford another moment and he closed。
Each of them fell into the classical prelude； grabbing at each other with both hands； seeking the throwing grip； changing the holds； shifting weight； pushing and then giving； feeling the other man's balance。 Then suddenly Polios leaped forward； ing in low； under Nefer's guard； and though Nefer had been expecting it he could not prevent one long arm whipping around his waist。 Suddenly he was lifted high so only the tips of his toes touched the earth； and Polios spun with him in his arms
