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she drew ahead of the others。 She was first to reach firm ground and to drag herself from the clutches of the sinking sands。 At last Nefer； Hilto and Meren followed her。 They were almost exhausted。 They threw themselves down at the foot of the eastern dunes。
While they crossed； there had been time for Taita to consider their predicament。 It seemed hopeless。 They were split into two groups； with a gulf between them two hundred cubits wide。 They had lost all of their horses and vehicles； their weapons and equipment； but the worst loss of all was the precious waterskins。
Now Bay touched his arm and whispered； 'Listen！'
It was a susurration in the air； far off； sometimes fading away； then growing louder again； a distant echo reverberating from the enclosing dunes。 Though faint； it was unmistakable： the sound of a column of chariot cavalry on the march。
The three mud…soaked figures on the far side of the valley heard it also； and came to their feet。 All of them stared back into the dunes and listened to Trok and his men ing on apace。
Suddenly Mintaka ran back to the edge of quagmire where they had abandoned the boards that had carried them across。 Nefer stared after her； trying to fathom out what she intended。 She gathered up the boards and waded out knee…deep； dragging the boards after her by their leather straps。
Nefer realized suddenly what she was doing； but he was too late to stop her。 She threw herself flat on one of the boards and began to skim out over the yellow mud。 She was out of his reach when at last he was forced to stop waist…deep。
'e back；' he shouted after her。 'I will go。'
'I am lighter and faster than you；' she called back； and though he went on pleading with her she ignored him and used all her breath and strength on skimming forward。
The sound of chariots grew louder； and spurred Mintaka on to greater effort。 Watching her Nefer was torn with fear for her safety and anger for her intransigence； but even stronger was his pride in her courage。 'She has the heart of a warrior and a queen；' he whispered； as she drew closer to the far bank。
Now they could hear the voices of the pursuers and the rattle of wheels and the clank of weapons； magnified by the sounding board of the dunes。
Taita tucked his staff under his belt to leave his hands free； then he and Bay waded out to meet Mintaka。 Each took a spare board from her and launched themselves out on the treacherous surface。 All three started to swim back to the east bank。
From out of the dunes behind them debouched the head of the column of pursuing chariots。 The unmistakable figure of Trok was in the leading vehicle； and his bull voice roared out triumphantly and echoed from the dune walls。 'Forward！ Charge！'
The leading phalanx of chariots broke into full gallop and came tearing towards the edge of the sinking sands。 The three fugitives sculled themselves frantically on to the yellow morass。 Behind them the yells of the charioteers grew louder。
Trok's bulk forced his wheels to sink deeper into the loose sand than those of the other vehicles； and though his horses strained under the whip； he fell back behind the first rank of the charge。
The other three chariots of the leading file ran headlong into the sinking sands； and were sucked in as swiftly as the other vehicles had been engulfed。 Thus； Trok was alerted to the danger。 He managed to bring his own team under control and swerve away from the morass。
He seized his short recurved bow from the rack and leaped down。 Behind him the other chariots broke the charge and drew up in a mass。 'Bows！' shouted Trok。 'Massed volleys。 Don't let them get away。 Shoot them down。'
The archers ran forward and formed into ranks four deep at the edge of the swamp； full quivers on their backs and bows strung taut。
Mintaka had once more pulled ahead of her panions。 She had passed the halfway mark； and though they were sculling frantically Taita and Bay were lagging ever further behind her。
Trok strode down the ranks； giving his orders。 'Archers； nock your arrows！' A hundred and fifty men fitted arrow to bow string。
'Archers； draw and aim！' They lifted their weapons and drew to the lip； aiming into the lowering yellow sky。
'Loose！' Trok yelled； and they fired a massed volley。 The arrows rose in a dark cloud。 They reached the zenith of their trajectory and fell towards the three small figures out in the swamp。
Taita heard them ing and looked back into the sky。 The deadly cloud dropped towards them； whistling softly as the wings of a flight of wild geese。
'Into the mud！' Taita called urgently； and all three slipped off the boards and were immersed in the thick mud until only their heads protruded。 The arrows fell thick as hail around them。 One pegged deeply into the board on which Mintaka had lain only seconds before。
'Onward！' Taita ordered； and they hauled themselves back on to the boards and sculled forward again； gaining only a few yards before the air was once more filled with the hum of falling arrows； and they threw themselves back into the protection of the yellow mud。
Three times more they were forced to dive off the boards； but each time the range was longer for the archers and the volleys less accurate。 Mintaka pulled away even faster than before and was soon out of range。
Trok's bellows of rage and frustration followed them as he urged his men to shoot。 The arrows plopped into the mud around them； but the fall of the volleys was less concentrated。
Taita turned his head to look across at Bay。 His huge scarified head was shining with mud and sweat。 His bloodshot eyes bulged from their sockets； and his mouth was wide open； his filed teeth sharp as those of a shark。
'Courage； Bay！' Taita called to him。 'We are almost across。' As he said it； he realized that the words were a direct challenge to the gods。
On the bank behind them Trok saw them slipping slowly from his grasp。 His troopers were using the shorter and less powerful bows designed to be shot from a running chariot。 Two hundred cubits was the limit of their effective range。 Trok turned and glared back at his lance…bearer； who was managing the horses of his team。
'Bring my war bow；' he shouted。 Trok was the only man in the regiment who carried the long bow in his chariot： he had decided that for the rest of his troops the war bow's awkward length did not pensate for the added strength and range。
However； Trok's massive strength and the reach of his long arms set him above the strictures placed on lesser men。 He used the short recurved bow in most situations。 However； he had designed a special rack on the side of his chariot to acmodate the extra length of the more powerful but unwieldy weapon。
His lance…bearer ran to him and placed the great bow in his hands。 He brought also the quiver holding the special arrows； emblazoned with the head of the leopard； that fitted the long weapon。
Trok shouldered his way into the front row of archers； and they made way for him。 He nocked a long arrow and measured the range with half…closed eyes。
The heads of the two swimmers were tiny blobs on the yellow expanse。 The men around him were still shooting rapidly； but their arrows fell short； dropping ineffectually into the mud。 Mentally he calculated the angle of release and took his stance with his left foot leading。 He sucked in a deep breath and drew with straight left arm； until the string touched the tip of his hooked nose。 The bow challenged even his strength。 The muscles in his bare arms stood proud； and his features contorted with the effort。 He held it for a heartbeat； adjusting his aim fractionally。 Then he released； and the great bow…stock flexed and pulsed in his hands like a living creature。
The long arrow blurred as it climbed； high above the clouds of lesser missiles； outstripping them effortlessly。 It reached its noon and dropped like a stooping falcon。
In the mud Taita heard the sharper shriller so
