The sound of drums, raised voices and the ring of metal rose from the valley. The young warrior stood on the
ridge and watched the battle below. His horse, Bucephalus, snorted and pawed the ground.
“Easy,” he whispered.
Alexander had come to Egypt seeking an ally against D’roosh. The country’s borders had not been violated in
several generations. When Persia attacked, they had been repelled.
He wanted to learn why their borders were so secure. Perhaps the Egyptians had tactics he could use.
Even knowing it would be a suicide mission, several hundred of his soldiers had volunteered to attack what
appeared to be a weak area of the border. The small garrison had responded, and even outnumbered, the
Egyptians were turning his forces back.
The Egyptian chariots created large clouds of dust, making it difficult to see exactly what was occurring. The
mounted warriors and some sort of war dog wove through the chaos of the battle.
Alexander squinted, trying to get a clear look at the animals. They were larger than the dogs he had seen used by
other armies and their movements were smoother, more acrobatic and nimble than most canines.
Finally, the dust began to clear as his troops retreated and the Egyptians allowed them to leave. There standing in
guard positions in front of the chariots were the animals. Easily half the size of the horses with long front legs and
These weren’t war dogs. They were cats! The Egyptians were using cats as part of their army! Perhaps this was
the answer he’d been seeking. He would have to learn more about these creatures.