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d by others； of different shape and alignment。 There were valleys where there had been mountains； and vales where hills had stood。 Even the colours had changed： the sullen purples and bruised blues had been replaced by reds and golden yellows。
He shook his head in wonder； and looked at Taita。 The Magus was leaning on his staff； watching Nefer with those pale； ancient but ageless eyes。
'Trok？' Nefer managed to say。 'Where？'
'Buried；' Taita replied； and now Nefer could see that he also was dried out like a stick of firewood； and suffering the same agonies as they were。
'Water？' Nefer whispered； touching his swollen and bleeding mouth。
'e；' said Taita。
Nefer took Mintaka's hand and slowly they followed the Magus out into the brazen sands。 Now at last thirst and exposure had taken their toll on Taita and he moved slowly and stiffly。 The others staggered along behind him。
Taita seemed to be wandering aimlessly through the new valleys of fine sand that ran beneath their feet。 He held out his staff in front of him； making a sweeping motion with it。 Once or twice he lowered himself to his knees and touched the earth with his forehead。
'What is he doing？' Mintaka whispered。 The water they had drank had not been enough to sustain her and she was weakening again。 'Is he praying？'
Nefer only shook his head： he would not squander his own meagre reserves by speaking unnecessarily。 Taita moved on slowly； and by the way he was sweeping with his staff Nefer was reminded of a water…diviner at work。
Once again Taita knelt and placed his face close to the earth。 This time Nefer watched him with more attention； and saw that he was not praying but sniffing the air close to the surface of the sand。 Then he knew what Taita was doing。 'He is searching for the buried chariots of Trok's division；' he whispered to Mintaka。 'His staff is his divining rod； and he is sniffing for the scent of putrescence below the sand。'
Taita stood up painfully and nodded at Hilto。 'Dig here；' he ordered。
They all crowded forward and began to scrape away the loose sand with cupped hands。 They had not far to go。 An arm's span deep they struck something hard； and redoubled their efforts。 Quickly they exposed the wheel rim of a chariot that was lying on its side。 Another few minutes of frantic digging and they pulled out a waterskin。 They stared at it in despair for it had burst open； perhaps when the chariot had capsized。 It was dry； and though they squeezed it frantically it yielded not a single drop of the precious fluid。
'There must be another。' Nefer spoke through dry swollen lips。 'Dig deeper。'
They clawed at the sand in a last despairing burst of strength； and as the excavation deepened the stench of the dead horses in the traces grew stronger and more nauseating。 They had been lying in the heat all these days。
Suddenly Nefer reached deeper into the hole and felt something soft and yielding。 He pressed it and they all heard the gurgle and slosh of water。 He swept away more of the loose sand and between them they lifted out a bulging waterskin。 They were mumbling and whimpering with thirst； as Taita opened the stopper and poured it into the leather bucket that had lain beside the waterskin in the bottom of the excavation。
The water was the temperature of blood； but when Taita held the bucket to Mintaka's lips she closed her eyes and drank in a quiet ecstasy。
'Not too much at first；' Taita warned her； took the bucket from her and passed it to Nefer。 They drank in turn； then Mintaka drank again； and the bucket made another circuit。
In the meantime Taita left them to continue his search。 In a short time he called them to dig again。 This time they were lucky： not only was the chariot under less sand； but there were three waterskins； and none was damaged。
'The horses now；' Taita told them； and they looked at each other guiltily。 In their desperate preoccupation they had forgotten them。 Carrying the waterskins they trudged back through the sand to the base of the cliff。
The narrow gully in which they had pegged down the horses must have been well aligned to avoid the full force of the khamsin。 When they began to dig； using the wooden spade they had found among the equipment of the buried chariot； they found the first horse almost at once。 However； the stink warned them what to expect。 The beast was dead and its stomach ballooned with gas。 They left it and dug for the next animal。
This time they were more fortunate。 It was a mare； the most willing and robust of the horses they had captured at the sinking sands。 She was alive； but barely so。 They cut the retaining halter that had held her down； but she was too weak to e to her feet unaided。 The men lifted her between them。 She stood weak and shivering； reeling and threatening to fall again； but she drank greedily from the bucket Mintaka held for her and seemed at once to improve。
In the meantime the men were digging for the other horses。 They found two more dead of thirst or suffocation； but another two still alive。 They also responded immediately they were given water。
They left Mintaka to care for the three pathetic beasts and went back to the chariots they had uncovered to find fodder。 They brought back bags of grain and another waterskin。
'You are doing good work with them；' Nefer told Mintaka； as he stroked the mare's neck； 'but I fear they are too far gone ever to pull another chariot。'
She rounded on him fiercely： 'I will bring all of them through； I swear to the goddess。 There must be hundreds more fodder bags and waterskins out there under the sand。 We may have to stay here many more days； but when we leave； these gallant creatures will take us out。'
Nefer laughed at her through his cracked； scabbed lips。 'I am in deep awe of your passionate nature。'
'Then provoke me no further；' she warned him； 'or you will see more proof of it。' It was the first time she had smiled since the passing of the khamsin。 'Now go back to help the others。 We cannot have too great a supply of water。'
He left her； and went down into the sands where Taita was divining further afield。 Not all the Hyksos chariots were so lightly covered with sand as the ones they had first found。 Many were hidden for ever beneath the high new dunes。
They moved further and further away from the rocky hillock as the search went on。 Beneath the sands they found many corpses； swollen bellies stinking。
Soon they were out of earshot of where Mintaka was tending the horses like a syce。
* * *
The cessation of all sound roused Trok； and he groaned as he tried to move。 The sand was a stifling weight upon him。 It seemed to crush in his ribs and force the breath from his lungs。 Nevertheless； he knew that the spot Ishtar had chosen for them to ride out the storm was； either by chance or design； a good one。 In any other place they might have been buried for ever。 Here he had been able to keep close to the surface of the earth。 In the past days as the layers of blown sand had built up over him and the weight had bee unbearable he had managed to wriggle free； leaving only enough covering him to protect him from the full abrasive force of the khamsin。
Now he struggled up towards the light and air like a diver ing up from the depths of a deep pool。 As he swam up laboriously through the sand his damaged shoulder was a burning agony。 He struggled on until his head； still swathed in folds of cloth； broke free。 He unwrapped it and blinked about him in the dazzling light。 The wind had passed but the air was luminous with fine particles of suspended dust。 He rested like that for a while until the pain in his shoulder abated a little。 Then he pushed aside the layer of sand that still covered his lower body and tried to call out； 'Ishtar！ Where are you？' but his voice was a formless croak。 He turned his head slowly and saw the Mede； sitting near him； his back to the rocky cliff face。 He looked like an exhumed corpse that had been dead for
