Andre Norton - Shadow Hawk

by Shadow Hawk

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  Almost two thousand years before the birth of Christ, a conquering army marched out of the heart of Asia Minor. The conquerors overran other lands and peoples unchecked as they moved westward, for their warriors possessed a new and effective weapon—the horse-drawn chariot. Those who tried to defend their countries against these newcomers were swiftly battered to the dust.

  Among the defeated nations was Egypt, already very old and once mighty. So bitter were the Egyptians against the alien invaders that when they were finally able to expel them generations later, they attempted—with excellent results—to erase all trace of their occupation of the Nile Valley. To this day, therefore, we do not know who these Hyksos were, where they came from, or how long they ruled—merely that they held Egypt for a time, introduced the horse to that land, and were accounted worse than devils by its inhabitants. This was a time of intrigue, of danger, of dissension within the ranks of the Egyptians themselves, since the more conservative of the Pharaoh's officials favored a token tribute to the Hyksos and no open break. It was also a time when a young man might dare great things. Highborn Egyptians entered officers' training at about ten years of age and became active combatants at fourteen or fifteen. Both of the royal princes who led the first attacks upon the Hyksos were in their teens.

  Only in the far south of Egypt and in Nubia (modern Sudan) did the old Egyptian way of life continue feebly during the years of alien occupation. Nubia—the Land of the Bow, ruled by a viceroy of the Pharaoh—furnished archers

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  for the Desert Scouts, a corps famed for over a thousand years in Egyptian records. Their skill was so widely known and respected that in foreign tongues the name for Egyptian was also the word for bowman. And it was in Thebes, the ancient capital of the south, that a successful revolt against the Hyksos took fire in 1590 B.C. Egyptians, once again united, beat back the enemy and established an empire that dominated the southern Mediterranean for centuries to come.

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  CONTENTS

  Border Patrol 3

  Pharaoh Summons 15

  Into the Jackal's Jaws 29

  What Is Thebes to Us? 42

  Kamose, Commander of Chariots 54

  Eyes and Ears for Pharaoh 67

  "Lion" Hunt 80

  Pharaoh's Guardsmen 93

  The Jackal Barks 106

  Slaves of Anubis 119

  Pharaoh Departs to the Horizon 133

  Re, Strong in Judgment 147

  Up the Flail 16o

  I car the Seafarer 174

  Nebet of Neferusi 186

  Over the Walls 199

  A Matter of Tribute 2 11

  Beautiful in Victory— 224

  PRINCIPAL CHARACTERS

  RAUOTEP: son of Ptahhotep, who was Viceroy of Nubia, and of his secondary wife, the Lady Tuya, who was heiress of the Striking Hawk Nome (similar to a modern duchy) in Egypt. Since inheritance was through the mother, Rahotep was, by birth, Nomarch (Duke) of the Hawk and of the first rank of nobility, though his lands were now occupied by the Hyksos.

  UNIS: Rahotep's half brother, son of the Viceroy's Great Wife, the Lady Meri-Mut of a noble Nubian-Egyptian family.

  KHETI: Rahotep's foster brother, a Nubian and an underofficer in the Desert Scouts.

  METHEN: once commander of the Hawk's regiment, a noble who had followed the Lady Tuya to Nubia after the defeat of her father's army.

  PRINCE KAMOSE: "The Royal Heir," eldest son of the Pharaoh and a noted chariot commander. He came to the throne upon the sudden death of his father, and his speech of defiance against his timid council is in existence today. Under his leadership the Egyptian forces won their first victory.

  PRINCE AHMOSE: his younger brother, who became Pharaoh in turn and founded the great Eighteenth Dynasty, which made Egypt an empire. He was a military genius and a well-qualified ruler who established an unbeatable army and united Egypt in new prosperity.

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  THE ROYAL MOTHER, QUEEN TETI-SHERI: heiress of the Theban line. Grandmother of Kamose and Ahmose.

  THE ROYAL WIFE, QUEEN AH-HETPE: daughter of Teti-Sheri. According to Egyptian custom, she was the wife of her brother, Sekenenre III, first of the active fighters against the Hyksos. Mother of the Princes Kamose and Ahmose.

  PRINCE TETI: "Teti the Handsome" fanned the fires of revolt in Nubia when the Theban rulers marched against the Hyksos, cutting loose the rich southern province and making it his kingdom. He was successful for only a short period. Ahmose crushed his revolt and re-united Nubia to Egypt.

  LORD NEREB: a high-ranking officer in the newly formed royal army, serving under the Royal Heir, Prince Kamose.

  KHEPHREN: "Voice of Amon," high priest in the Temple of Amon-Re at Semna. Since Amon-Re was the patron god of Thebes, his priesthood supported the Theban rulers. Though there were numerous gods in Egypt, Amon-Re, symbolizing the power of life inherent in the sun, was widely reverenced.

  TOTHOTEP: "Voice of Anubis," high priest of the Temple of Anubis at Thebes. Anubis was the god who watched over the dead, and his priests defended the tombs and offered sacrifices for those who lay in them. They were rumored to have prophetic powers and in the very ancient days of Egypt had the right to slay ritually a Pharaoh too old or ill to rule.

  PEN-SETI: priest of Anubis at Semna, uncle of Unis.

  VIZIER ZAU: most powerful of all government officials, the Vizier was answerable only to the Pharaoh, and in his hands many of the administrative duties rested. At this time, the Pharaoh could appoint any able man to the post,

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  though formerly it could be held only by his own son.

  GENERAL SHESHANG: officer belonging to the conservative party at the Theban court. Though supreme army commanders had to be of royal blood, able men could rise in the ranks of officers and were to be feared by weak Pharaohs for their power.

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  ICAR: sea captain from the northern Mediterranean enslaved by the Hyksos.

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  Chapter 1

  BORDER PATROL

  No wind arose over the parched land to drive away the overpowering stench that billowed out in a dirty yellowish smoke from the filthy huts of the squalid Kush village. The Nubian- Egyptian archers of the Desert Scouts went about the business of setting fire to the huts with the competence of
long practice. When the roofs of untidy thatch or tenting of badly cured hides had fallen to ash, they would pry apart the stones of the circular walls, and another raider nest would cease to exist as a border menace—for a while.

  The Kush were like ants, wearily decided Rahotep, the young captain of Scouts, who stood on a hillock that raised the chieftain's hut above its fellows. You could plant your sandal forcibly on a hill, or even go so far as to dig up the tunneled earth beneath, getting bitten in the process. But within a day or two another city would spring into being in its place.

  A curl of smoke wreathed his head, and he coughed. But he did not retreat from his post. He knew—as did every one of the outwardly unconcerned archers under his command—that there were hostile eyes watching—with hate and, he hoped, a little wholesome fear. Though a tangle of dark, barbarian bodies lay among the huts, not ail the Kush of this village had ended with the red war arrows of the patrol in them. And Rahotep had not ordered a pursuit for captives—there was too long a sprint across the desert wastes to the fort to be burdened with prisoners.

  "They will not hole up here again, Lord!" There was the ring of honest satisfaction in that observation. Kheti, Raho- tep's underofficer, swung up the hillock with a hunter's loose- jointed tread. The Nubian towered a good six inches over the slighter, more delicately made Egyptian, for the captain was of the old stock from the north with no mixture of blood. The tall bow, which only Kheti could string, projected above both their heads as a regimental standard. When the smoke caught Kheti, he grimaced and spat.

  "They will find another nest soon enough!" Rahotep said.

  "So be it!" Kheti had the cheerfulness of one who is ready to accept orders and carry them out, but who is not required to plan any campaigns on his own. "Do men not know that to a cruising Hawk none of such pestilent holes will long lie hidden?"

  Rahotep's level black brows knitted under the straight edge of his striped linen headdress. The reminder of his lost heritage in Egypt was irritating. It was folly to claim to be the lord of the Striking Hawk Nome when that holding had been for a generation in the firm grip of the Hyksos invaders. He was only Rahotep, a landless, and almost friendless, officer of Scouts, not the Hawk. Even that title was used against him jeeringly now by his half brother Unis and those who would flatter Unis. "Shadow Ilawk" they called him—lord of a shadow land.

  A few more roofs fell with puffs of denser smoke, showers of sparks. As the archers worked away at the walls, Rahotep measured the angle of the sun with a frontiersman's knowledge. They must be away before nightfall.

  "A short space yet." Kheti caught his glance aloft. "It is a very great pity we were not able to send Haptke to his unsavory fathers. But one cannot always have the full smile of fortune."

  "Now!" The captain thrust the baton-flail, which was the symbol of his authority, into the belt of his short kilt and gripped the bronze sistrum-rattle, used to alert men in the field. He swung it with a sharp crack of the wrist, bringing

  from its wire-strung beads the buzz of an angered viper.

  As the archers assembled in a loose line of march, Kheti pushed into his commander's hand a small clay image he had fashioned when the call for this patrol had come to the fort. Rahotep held it out in the sunlight, well aware that hidden eyes saw it and that hidden ears would hear every word he had to say in the tongue of the Kush.

  "Haptke." He gave the Kush chieftain the name by which he was known to the Scouts. "Haptke, son of Taji, and all those who follow at his heels, his warriors, his swift runners, liis friends, those who eat from his pots and lie in the shadow of his hut, who rebel, who lay waste the land, who kill with ax and knife, spear and arrow, who may think of wasting the land or killing, upon them and their lord Haptke lies now this curse. And as I do this, so will it be done unto Haptke and those I have named—in the sight of Amon-Re, Lord of the High Heavens, and of His son upon earth, Pharaoh, Lord of the Two Lands!"

  Though the Kush speech was harsh, Rahotep managed to give it the roll of a temple chant. He raised the clay figure over his head and hurled it against the flame-marked wall of Haptke's late headquarters. The sun-dried clay burst into powdery rubble, and the archers gave cries of approval. Men had done their best against these raiders; now the aid of the gods had been invoked as well.

  They left the ruined village with the famous distance-eating trot of their corps, herding with them the spoils they had taken—asses and a brace of fine Sudanese greyhounds, now snapping and growling but towed along by leashes in the hands of their new masters. The archers were inclined to regard this as a successful foray, but Rahotep would have gladly traded four times the value of their booty for the certainty of Haptke's death. They might have destroyed the den, but the lion had gone free to ravage again.

  Sun-browned vegetation of the dry season closed about them as they threaded a path beside a narrow water course where the stream had sunk to a series of scummed pools. Disturbed insects arose in clouds, and Rahotep used his captain's flail for a flywhisk as their pace carried them on steadily. The regular thud of sandaled feet was echoed by the sharp clatter of asses' hoofs on water-smoothed gravel.

  They had reached that section of scrub land bordering the true desert where red clay was broken by stone outcrops when a shadow swept across the ground, bringing Rahotep's attention skyward. Over that unclouded bowl glided his own symbol, a hawk. It appeared to hover above the column of men and animals, as if in that dusty company it had found the prey it sought.

  Coasting silently, the bird moved ahead of the archers almost like a guide. It was losing altitude, drifting toward the ridges of sandy hills through which their northern road ran. Then—in an instant—it swooped and was out of sight.

  "The Messenger of the Great One hunts." Kheti's voice came from behind the captain. "Wish the Servant of Re, Horus-of-the-Keen-Eyes, luck as good as ours has been this day, Lord."

  Rahotep slowed to a stop and whirred his sistrum in an imperative jangle, which halted the whole line of men. No, he had not been mistaken! He heard again a thin, yowling cry from beyond, a sound he could not identify.

  Dagger in hand, he moved up the slope, picking his way with a stalker's caution. Kheti, belt ax unslung, was at his heels. They went down to their hands and knees as they mounted the rise behind which the hawk had disappeared. Then, lying flat, they edged forward to look down upon a scene so amazing that Kheti uttered a grunt of pure amazement.

  There was a cave hollowed in the drop below them, and before it, a ledge of stone, scoured free of earth and sand by the wind. Stiff and contorted, her muzzle a mask of snarling, death-frozen hate, a gaunt female leopard lay there, the matted fur about a chewed arrow shaft in her haunch bearing witness to the long hours of her dying.

  A quarter-grown yellow-furred cub, as stiff in death as its mother, huddled against the wall by the cave mouth. And on its back perched the hawk, its sharp-beaked head turning slowly from side to side as it considered intelligently something before it. The bird's attitude was not that of hunting eagerness or of rage, but one of curiosity, as it watched a small bundle of black fur.

  The black fur ball opened its kitten mouth and spat, arched its back, and raised a claw-extended paw to menace the feathered intruder. But to Rahotep's amazement the winged hunter did not retaliate with punishing talons or stabbing beak. Its fierce head lifted and it voiced a scream, beating the heat- hazed air with its wings, though it did not fly.

  Rahotep topped the rise, but his descent was more rapid than he had planned as clay crumbled under his weight and he coasted down in a miniature avalanche of sun-baked earth. The hawk screamed hoarsely for a second time, and the captain made a propitiating sign with his dusty fingers.

  The hawk took to the air, spiraling steadily up into the late afternoon sky. Rahotep watched it go, fearless and free, before he turned to the small, belligerent warrior in black fur.

  This was no helpless baby creature, but a growing cub with open eyes and a wild thing's temper. Though it must be starv
ing, its little body showing a rack of bones beneath its fur, it was alert for his every move, as quick with its hissed warning as it had been when facing the hawk.