Chariotry was the glory of Nehekharan war. The kings of the living age rode to battle at the head of squadrons of gilded war-cars, and no honor stood higher than a place in the chariot legions — nor any burial richer, for the charioteers were entombed with their vehicles, their steeds, and their whips of office, ready to ride out again at their king's command.
Now they course across the dunes exactly as the tomb-paintings promised: scythed wheels singing, skeletal horses that never tire, never founder, and fear nothing that has ever lived. A chariot charge of Khemri arrives like the empire at its height, a wall of bronze, bone, and momentum that snaps enemy lines as it snapped them in the age of the Priest Kings. The Tomb Kings consider this less a tactic than a tradition, and the Tomb Kings do not abandon traditions.
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