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e early sunlight。 Nefer turned and smiled at Meren in the chariot alongside。 'We are ing home！'
Mintaka began singing； softly at first then more strongly as Nefer added his voice to hers。
'Temple of the Gods；
Seat of ten thousand heroes；
Greenest in all the earth；
Our dearest love。
Our sweetest home。
Our very Egypt！'
Then Meren and Merykara were singing with them； and the singing spread back down the column。 Squadron after squadron picked up the joyous chorus as they wound down the escarpment。
Another army came to meet them； armed charioteers in the van； generals and captains leading their regiments； and legions of foot…soldiers following them。 Behind them followed the elders； the priests and the governors of every nome； all dressed in their robes； chains and decorations of office； some in carriages and others in litters borne by slaves； and still others riding astride or on foot。 After them came the dense masses of citizenry； laughing and dancing。 Some of the women were carrying their infants and weeping for joy； as they picked out their husbands； lovers； brothers and sons in the ranks of the army of exile ing home。
The two cavalcades came together and mingled； and elders and generals prostrated themselves before Pharaoh's chariot。 Nefer dismounted； raised up those he recognized and embraced the mightiest and most powerful of them； calling down the blessings of the gods on all his people。
When he mounted again they fell in behind him； and followed him to the banks of the Nile。 There Nefer dismounted again and； fully dressed； plunged into the waters。 While they lined the bank and cheered and sang； he bathed ritually and drank of the muddy brown waters。
Mounted once again and dressed in fresh linen robes； with the blue war crown on his head； Nefer led the vast concourse along the river…bank towards the city of Avaris。 For a league outside the city the road was lined with the weling crowds。 They had allayed the dust by sprinkling the road with Nile water； and had spread palm fronds and flowers in his way。
When they reached the city the gates stood wide open and the populace lined the walls。 They had hung banners and bunches of sweet flowers and fruits from the ramparts。 They sang anthems of loyalty； praise and wele as Nefer； with Mintaka beside him； drove under the arch of the gateway。
Beautiful as a young god and goddess； they drove first to the magnificent temple on the riverbank that Trok Uruk had built to celebrate his own divinity。 Nefer had sent instructions ahead of him； and the stonemasons had already been at work for weeks。 They had chiselled away every portrait of the false pharaoh and expunged his name from the walls and tall hypostyle columns。 They were still busy engraving the portraits and titles of the winged Horus； and of Pharaoh Nefer Seti； together with descriptions of his victory at the battle of Gallala。
Nefer drove there as his first duty to give thanks to the god and to sacrifice a pair of perfect black bulls before the stone altar。 After the religious service he declared a week of holiday； festivity and feasting； with free millet bread； beef； wine and beer for every citizen； and games and theatre to amuse them。
'You are a sly one； my heart；' Mintaka told him admiringly。 'They loved you before； but now they will adore you。'
For how long？ Nefer wondered。 As soon as the news of our ascension to the throne reaches Naja； in far off Babylon； he will be on the march； if he is not already。 The mon people will love me until he knocks upon the gates。
* * *
Pharaoh Naja Kiafan anointed his trusted general Asmor as King of Babylon； a satrap of his own throne。 He left him five hundred chariots； two thousand archers and infantry to hold and secure his conquests。 Then； with the bulk of his army； he began the march on Egypt to recover his crown and throne from the man who had seized it。 Like a snowball rolling down a mountainside； the army of Pharaoh Naja Kiafan gathered weight and impetus as it advanced westwards over plain and mountain pass towards the frontier of Egypt。 As he went； the vassal kings flocked to his standard； and by the time he stood on the heights of the Khatmia Pass his army had almost trebled in size。
Naja looked westwards； across the wide sand desert towards the city of Ismailiya at the head of the Great Bitter Lake； and to the borders of his homeland。 He had known all along that at this point on the march he would be hampered by the size of his host； embarrassed by multitudes。
Ahead of him lay a great expanse of desert； with neither a single spring nor an oasis to sustain his army until he reached Ismailiya。 Once again he was reduced to laying down water points along the route ahead。 When he strained his eyes against the glare he could make out the lines of water carts； loaded with clay pots； strung out along the rutted road below the escarpment； like dark worms wriggling through the dun and ochre landscape。 For months they had been at work building up water dumps in the desert； burying the filled pots in the sand； then leaving detachments of infantry to guard them while they returned for the next load。
It would take his army almost ten days and nights to make the crossing。 During that time they would be strictly rationed； allowed just enough water to sustain the long night marches； and to eke out the burning days when they lay up to rest； enduring the heat in any scrap of shade afforded by linen tents or shelters made from thorn branches and grass。
'I will ride with you in the vanguard。' Heseret spoke at his elbow； breaking into his train of thought。
He glanced at her。 'We have discussed this before。' He frowned。 After years of marriage her charms and beauty had begun to pall； overshadowed by her petulance； jealousy and demanding tempers。 These days； Naja spent more and more time among his concubines； enduring her jealous tirades when he returned to her bed。
'You will e up with the other women in the baggage train； under the wing of Prenn； the centurion of the rearguard。'
Heseret pouted。 Once； that had been appealing but now it was merely irritating。 'So that you can put Lassa with child； just as you have her sister；' she plained。 She was referring to the two princesses given to Naja as hostages by the satrap of Sumeria as evidence of his loyalty to the crown of Egypt。 The princesses were both young； slim and nubile； with large breasts。 They painted their nipples and； in the shameless Sumerian fashion； walked abroad with them naked and uncovered。
'You bee tiresome； wife。' Naja lifted his upper lip in a smile that was more a snarl。 'You know that it is political expediency。 I needed a son from at least one of the wenches to place upon the throne when the old man dies。'
'Swear on the breath and heart of Seueth that you are not taking Lassa with you in the vanguard；' Heseret insisted。
'I swear it readily。' Naja smiled that deadly smile again。 'I am taking Sinnal of Hurria。' She was another hostage； younger even than the Sumerians； barely fourteen years of age but with bright copper…coloured hair and green eyes。 Her buttocks were large and rounded。 Heseret knew from experience that Naja would enter through the back gate to the citadel； as readily as through the front。
'I need a son from her as well；' Naja explained； reasonably； 'to place on the throne of Assyria。' He laughed then； a soft； mocking snigger。 'The duties of royalty are onerous indeed。'
She gave him a furious glare； and called for her litter with its screens and cushions of silk to take her back down the column； to where Prenn was bringing up the rearguard。
* * *
On Taita's advice； Nefer had established a screen of scouts along the shores of the Red Sea to report any invasion by dhows； yet Taita was certain that Naja's main invasion force must e through the Great Sand Desert。 Naja and Trok had passed this way on their Mesopotamian adventure。 Naja knew the route well； and his army was too large to bring across the Red S
