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violet swatch— Sabrina’s life changes when she is riding her bicycle through Islington. —

“Step back! I’m a first-aider!” a deep voice shouted. “Has somebody called an ambulance? Call them now.”
A few drivers honked their horns impatiently
A female voice spoke uncertainly into a mobile phone:
“Yes. Traffic accident on Islington Green. A woman on a bicycle. Yes, it’s very bad. Her leg is … . No, she is still conscious. No, her head looks okay. Wait. Can you hear me dear?”
“What?” Sabrina mumbled when a hand touched her shoulder.
“What is your name?”
“Sabrina MacIntyre. Sabrina Theresa MacIntyre.”
“Yes. She knows her name. But she is losing a lot of blood. Come quickly! Oh … . Yes, I will stay calm. Yes. There is a first-aider here. He is applying pressure to the … what do you call it? Yes, artery. Thanks. They are coming dear. Hang on. Can we put something under her head?”
Somebody lifted her head and lowered it onto something soft.
When Sabrina came round, she could hear an ambulance siren wailing and man squeezed her hand, saying:
“Hello Sabrina. We are near The Royal London Hospital. You are going to be fine. You just had a little accident.”
Her next memory was of waking in bed and being told about the drip. She recalled all this over and over again and with increasing clarity while she waited for her first visit. A familiar face appeared round the door. Her mother’s same luscious black hair had now turned completely grey. Her face wrinkled into a strange parody of her daughter’s beauty, looked as translucent as a light bulb, radiating fear. Sabrina’s tall and craggy father came behind, supported his wife, as if that role would be easier than looking at his daughter.

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orange swatch— As the battle enters its second stage, Jack discovers two new vehicles; a Panther tank in good condition and a Harley Davidson. —

“Maybe our luck’s changing Jack.”
“It needs to. You know, we were losing the light. Everything was with them. We’re the ones that have to move and if we got bogged down and ended up stuck here tonight, we’d be a goner for sure. Now we have a chance. Do you fancy loading on a Panther?”
“Panther? Why not? It’d be fun!”
“Hurry up and get that finished then!”
“Yessir!”
Somebody handed Jack a cup of black coffee. The unusual sound of a Harley Davidson motorbike’s engine bit into the steadily quietening air.
A weary Lieutenant Sweetwater stumbled in with three survivors, just as the Harley rolled up to Jack. When the rider pulled off his goggles Sweetwater grinned and embraced him:
“Baker! Thought you were dead!”
“Where d’ya get that Harley?” Jack asked. “Don’t answer. It was off Hardtail’s Sherman? Stupid question.”
“Somebody rode it up to the ridge with Thomason and Pennebaker. There’s a path near this end of the forest.”
“Good to know. Sweetwater, report.”

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orange swatch— Spring, 1947. Jack goes AWOL and gets up to his old tricks. Their Sherman tank, Carla , takes a break. —

“Don’t move!” Tom whispered in German, while holding his knife blade to the girl’s throat.
“But my brother will hear us!” she hissed back, struggling to escape his grip.
Tom squeezed her neck so tightly that she couldn’t breathe properly and her voice rasped.
“You know what I want?” he murmured.
“Yes. I won’t struggle or scream, if you let me go.”
He felt her tremble, but also the sound of effort in her voice, as if she were trying to hold back an urge that he knew all women couldn’t resist. It excited him.
The day had started quietly:
“All crews to stay in bunks, and that is an order! O-ffi-cial blanket drill!” Above the moans of the four tank crews in the tent, the corporal continued under his breath, “Scuttlebutt is; the next is the last action. After that, it’s home to your sweet-hearts fellas!”
“Brindley, you ninety-day wonder,” somebody shouted. “Why the fuck didn’t you let us get an extra hour instead of waking us then? Asshole!”
“You know what that means? No battle breakfast!” shouted somebody else.
“Sheet!” Deak added. “K–rations! That means biscuits and black coffee! Hardly ambrosia for the gods of death, is it?”
When they finally staggered out of the tent in their camp near ten miles from the Czech border, Lieutenant Tom “Jack,” Mayflower-Merriweather finished shaving and waited for his crew.

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gold swatch— Om and the Palace Guards are led across the rooftops by a grubby street urchin. —

“Mehy! There’s a rebellion. Menkhaf has barricaded himself in. We’re going across the rooftops.”
“I’ve seen his soldiers. There are too many for you!”
“Not if we stay beyond their reach.”
“But you don’t know the way!”
“And I suppose you regularly go across these roof tops?”
“No. But I know somebody who has.”
“Oh really? Remind me to lock him up after this is over!”
“Okay. But can he help?”
Om let out a long sigh, and replied, “Oh alright. But it has to be in the next few minutes. Where is he?”
“Come here Fish!”
A grubby face emerged from the shadow of a building. It reminded Om of somebody.
“Lead us across the roofs to Menkhaf’s house!” Om whispered.
The grubby face looked at Mehy, who nodded. The boy led them in single file down Palace Street, to the end of the row of houses set against the wall. Keeping to the shadows, they passed so silently that even the citizens in cots only a few cubits away didn’t hear them. The boy rounded the last corner and pointed to a vine. He began to climb. Mehy came up behind, followed by Om and Anen, who, because of his size, needed considerable pushes from the soldiers to reach the first roof.
“Now where?” Om asked.
“Follow me. Watch out for pots and washing lines. There are many! And a cat or two.”

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gold swatch— Om interrogates his wife after two assassins nearly kill him in his bedroom. —

Om began to feel incredibly tired by the time he reached his bed chamber. All he wanted to do was sleep but he had to know the whole truth about the conspiracy. Merti sat on the bed, hands covering her breasts with her forearms.
“I know it was you and Menkhaf who planned this,” Om said quietly, sitting on the end of the bed.
“What do you know!” Merti spat. “You know nothing about me really!”
“I know you have both been lovers for many years!”
Merti pouted and sounded sheepish when she replied:
“So! You have lovers. It doesn’t mean I would want you dead!”
“I might have believed you dearest. But I have been wondering why Menkhaf has been bothering me with repeated requests to make it lawful for a man to have more than one wife! I think I’ve worked out why.”
“He has one already. Perhaps he wants a second!” Merti blurted
“Menkhaf has envied me almost as long as I can remember him, certainly since the battle at the fort. He would like to be King. He also has the backing of the Merchant Guild. They don’t like taxes. I know all this. But your father is also powerful and he wouldn’t like it if his daughter was left without a husband. That’s why Menkhaf wanted the law changed! So he could marry you after I’m dead! He keeps Pamiu off his back and gets you too!”

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gold swatch— Om’s daughter wants to wear an ankh necklace but Merti won’t let her. —

Ome’s youngest daughter, Itet, had come to him and begged to wear an ‘eye necklace.’
“Mother won’t let me!” the little girl cried.
“Oh. Wait, I’ll get you one. Tell her one of the Palace Guards gave it to you.”
Anhabtna, son of the deceased Anhabtni, and now Captain of the Palace Guards, smile at the ruse. He knew that the Queen could not speak directly to the Captain of the Palace Guards so would not be able to find the culprit. He pulled off his own necklace and gave handed to Om, who placed it carefully around his daughter’s pretty neck.
“My friend told me that everyone wants to wear an eye necklace now,” Itet explained. “Because you wear one!”
“But mine’s a key!” Om insisted.
“It’s an eye!” Itet replied vehemently. “Everyone paints their eyes black to be just like you too papa.”
“Oh. Run along now or else Merti will smack my bottom!”
“No, she won’t silly! You’re the King!”
Om couldn’t resist bending over to kiss his little daughter. She puckered her lips, making her look irresistibly cute.
“Kids are so cute,” he whispered to Anhabtna, nodding his head ruefully. Anhabtna nodded, adding:
“We have to go now sire!”

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gold swatch— Mehy asks Om why the hieroglyph for ‘M’ is the vulture. —

Just one more temple.”
Mehy shook his head, adding:
“You are not a trader Om. You will never understand business.”
“But I am rich!”
“Yes.”
“Let’s go inside. It’s too hot. At sunset, I will have to officiate at the opening ceremony. Until then, the people work and I worry.”
Om reached a point where the Palace gardens looked out over the valley of the great river. Just south of the City, barley stalks shimmered like gold as a zephyr whispered in their ears. He stared out over the fields and whispered:
“Do you know. It costs me more in gold than Menkhaf’s yearly income, just for the pressed grape juice we give to the children.”
Mehy came to rest his elbows on the wall next to the King and replied:
“I’ve started to learn to read. My father says it’s a pointless exercise. We started with the gold and silver currency bars. You invented our writing, didn’t you?”
“Sort of. Anen helped me.”
“Why the picture of a vulture for the first letter of your name?”
“Because we were watching one, up there on the crags above the Palace. She looked so noble, with the wind lifting her white feathers and ruff. She has a nest some years. Not all years. But when she does, she looks after her chicks like no other mother I have seen. When two boys tried to take her eggs from them, she flew at them again and again, even though they beat her with a stick. They confessed that they had killed her when I caught them. But she didn’t die.”

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