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on the trestle Taita had prepared； and the old Magus began work on him immediately； first at tending to the deep sword thrust in his side。 Merykara's tears fell upon Meren's broken and bleeding body； and anointed his wounds。
The warriors of the Red Road led Nefer back into the forum。 Then Nefer went down the steps； lifted the two hair braids from the chariot； and carried them to the brazier that burned on its tripod in the centre of the raised stone dais。 He knelt before the brazier； and declared； 'No enemy has laid hands upon these trophies of our honour and valour。' He held them high for all the world to witness； and then he spoke clear and proud： 'I dedicate them to the Red God。'
He flung the hair braids on to the fire。 They burned up brightly。 Nefer rose to his feet and； weakened by his wounds； swayed as he stood before them。 'I have run the Red Road！ Though I lack the years； I have confirmed my right to the double crown of Egypt。 I declare myself Pharaoh。 The one true Pharaoh。 Let any other pretend to the crown at his peril。'
They cheered him then while the warriors of the Red Road knelt before him； kissed his right hand and foot； and swore their allegiance unto death and beyond。
Nefer raised his right arm for silence； but his legs gave way under him and he might have fallen had not Mintaka rushed forward and steadied him。 With one arm around her shoulders he looked into her eyes； and whispered； 'What I have done was for this very Egypt and for you； my love。'
His voice was so husky and low that only she heard him。 She reached up and kissed him full on the lips； and the populace recognized this gesture as an open declaration of betrothal。 They shouted until the echoes startled flocks of rock…pigeons from the cliffs beyond the walls。
* * *
Floating on the waters of the two great rivers； the city lay before them like a lotus flower； ready for plucking。 Its walls were of burned brick。 They were twenty…seven cubits thick and taller than the tallest palm trees of this fertile and well…watered land。
'What is their span？' Trok asked Ishtar the Mede。 'How far is it to ride around this city？'
Ten leagues； Majesty。' Ishtar told him。 'Half a day's ride。' Trok stood taller on the footplate of his chariot and shaded his eyes。 'Is that the Blue Gate of legend？' he demanded。 He knew that Ishtar had lived in this royal city of Babylon for fifteen years； and had learned much of his magic here in the temple of Marduk。
Even at this distance the gateway glimmered like an enormous gemstone。 The threshold was so wide that ten chariots could enter driving abreast； and the carved cedarwood gates were higher than ten men standing on each other's shoulders。
'It is truly blue in colour；' Trok marvelled。 'I have heard that it is covered with lapis lazuli。'
'Not so； Majesty。' Ishtar's face twisted in a condescending grimace。 'They are ceramic tiles。 Each tile depicts one of the two thousand and ten gods of Babylon。'
Trok cast a general's eye along the miles of wall on each side of the Blue Gate。 There were watchtowers at every two hundred paces； and at regular intervals the massive walls were heavily buttressed。 Ishtar knew what he was thinking。
'There is a road along the top of the wall； wide enough for two chariots to ride abreast。 Within an hour Sargon can move five thousand men along it to any point that is threatened by a besieging army。'
Trok grunted； to show that he was unimpressed。 'Still and all； any wall can be undermined and sapped。 We need only one breach。'
There is an inner wall； divine Pharaoh；' Ishtar murmured in a silky tone。 'It is almost as impregnable as the first。'
'If we cannot go through； we will find a way round。' Trok shrugged； 'Are those the gardens of Sargon's palace？' He jutted out his beribboned beard to indicate the terraces that rose in mighty tiers into the sky。 They were so skilfully raised upon each other； a soaring inverted pyramid； that they seemed to float like a mighty eagle with spread wings； free of the bounds of earth。
Ishtar pointed with one sinewy； blue…tattooed arm。 There are six terraces built around a vast courtyard； each wider than the one before。 The zenana alone has five thousand rooms； one for each of Sargon's wives。 His treasury is buried in a deep dungeon below the palace。 It is packed with gold to the height of a man's head。'
'Have you seen these wonders with your own eyes？' Trok challenged him。
'Not the zenana；' Ishtar admitted； 'but I have entered the main vault of the treasury； and I tell you straight； King…who…is…a…god； that in all your army you do not have sufficient wagons to carry away such a treasure as lies before you。'
'And I tell you straight； Ishtar the Mede； that I can always build new wagons。' And Trok threw back his head and laughed with animal high spirits。
The march to Babylon had been one long triumph； an unbroken string of victories。 They had met Ran； Sargon's eldest son； on the banks of the Bahr al Milh： between the chariots of Trok and Naja they had ground his army like dhurra； and swept the chaff into the lake until the waters ran red with blood； and the bloated corpses floated from one bank to the other。
They had sent Ran's severed head to his father； skewered on a spear。 Maddened with grief； Sargon had charged into the trap they had prepared for him。 While Naja retreated before him to lure him on； Trok had circled out to the south then e at him from the rear with a thousand chariots。 When Sargon turned back to defend his baggage train； they had him in a glittering ring of bronze。
Sargon had managed to break out with fifty chariots but he had left two thousand chariots and eleven thousand men behind him。 Trok emasculated the prisoners； an undertaking that took two days to acplish。 But he joined in the work in person； bloody to the elbows like a butcher； and with a ribald jest to each of his victims as he dangled their severed genitalia in front of their eyes。 Afterwards he allowed his victims to bleed to death； their blood an offering to Seueth； the hungry god who loved such fare。 Trok sent the severed trophies to Sargon； packed in salt； in a hundred cedarwood chests。 A subtle warning as to what he might expect when Trok and Naja came to Babylon。
Babylon was built upon the narrow spit of land between the two rivers； the Euphrates to the west and the Tigris to the east。 In his headlong retreat Sargon had not been able to destroy the bridges。 In any case； it would have taken an army to tear down those massive piers of burned brick on which they were built。 Sargon no longer had an army。 He had left one depleted regiment of foot to defend the bridges； but they were demoralized and without chariots to support them。 They had not lasted long against the two pharaohs。
Trok had bound the survivors hand and foot and dropped them from the central span of the bridge into the broad brown river； and the Egyptian troops had lined the parapet to delight in their antics as they drowned。
Now Babylon lay be