"Taita, what about your chariots? Can they not give battle to the Hyksos?" "What, in the name of Horus, were you laughing about?" "You crazy old fool." He forced a grin at me. Therefore, since I could do nothing to allay these fears, I thought it best to keep them to myself. I had searched my heart for a counter to this move when Salitis and Intef made it, but there was none that I could think of. I had realized that this must happen, but I had refrained from warning either Tanus or my mistress of the likelihood, for I did not wish to add to the feeling of gloom, and heighten the despondency of our people.
He would even ride with me again, if only I could fix my wheels. My orphan chariot squadron was at last to be part of the standing army, and he would give me the men and gold to build five hundred more. Tanus had quashed his pride, and given in to me. "Tanus, the enemy horses that swam across last night?I must have them."įor a moment it did not penetrate my aching skull, then I realized that it had happened. Their horses are in the traces and they are coming on a cloud of dust, swiftly as the flight of the swallow. They swam the horses over as they did before, but this time there were none of our galleys ready to turn back their boats. The Police and Security Organs are looking for a man and a woman.The messenger stuttered in fear of his life, "Divine Majesty, while our fleet was busy at Asyut, the barbarian made another crossing at Esna. I try not to bother with these people so I told them I'd had no customers this morning.Good?Yes? They not take your passport at the hotel?
So what else?' We can sneak around these lanes and the back streets. Our trade as well.Gee, we use the same words and they say Britain and America are two countries separated by the same language. Interchangeable, babe.If you don't know that, someone's been putting happy dust into your breakfast cereal.I don't know a single Russian who calls KGB anything else but KGB - yesterday, today, forever, like the ads for that musical, Kittens. Sure, that's why everyone still calls it that, or the old name Cheka. Bond hated disguises never felt happy wearing them found it difficult to take on some new role.He made a lame protest, saying he wasn't going to wear fancy dress, not for anybody.Ībout half an hour later, Wade turned up, still in the battered old Moscovich, flashing a radiant smile.In the car, heading back to the hotel, Bond gave him a shopping list which included tickets on the first available plane to the United States, a valid passport with the right visas for Natalya, and some changes of clothes for the girl. Petersburg there doesn't seem to be a general alert.These people're funny.I guess they figure that nobody would be stupid enough to come right into town.Īnd that's the good news.The bad news is that the train stations and airports are crawling with the secret squirrels.You're both gonna need new passports, and I fear we're forced to use some old-fashioned remedy, like disguise. He suddenly swung the car across the road, hanging a right into narrow country lane.Ĭlean as the proverbial whistle.No pack drill, no names, James. On the other hand it ain't gonna be impossible. Whatever.Anyways, the outskirts are crawling with people looking to do dangerous things to you.I did a quick checkup, and for some reason they don't seem to know where you've been staying, James. No.The booking was what in the trade is known as clandestine.Īfter a pause, Bond asked if he understood Wade correctly.What you're saying is that nobody's got the hotel under surveillance?
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