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oops had lined the parapet to delight in their antics as they drowned。
Now Babylon lay before them； little more than a year since they had marched from Avaris；
'You know the defences； Ishtar。 You helped design some of them。 How long before the city falls？' Trok demanded impatiently。 'How long will it take me to breach the walls？'
'The walls are impregnable； Majesty；' said Ishtar。
'We both know that is not true；' Trok told him。 'Given enough time； men and determination； there is no wall built that cannot be breached。'
'A year；' Ishtar murmured thoughtfully。 'Or two； maybe three。' But there was a sly look on his tattooed face； and his eyes were shifty。
Trok laughed and playfully seized a handful of Ishtar's lacquered spiky beard。 He twisted it until his blue whorled face contorted with pain and his eyes watered。 'You want to play games with me； wizard。 You know how I love a good game； don't you？'
'Mercy； mighty Egypt；' Ishtar whimpered。 Trok pushed him away so hard that he almost fell from the footplate of the chariot and had to clutch at the side of the dashboard to steady himself。
'A year； you say？ Two？ Three？ I have not that amount of time to sit here and look upon the beauties and wonders of Babylon。 I am in a hurry； Ishtar the Mede； and you know what that means； don't you？'
'I know； god without peer。 And I am but a man； fallible and poor。'
'Poor？' Trok shouted in his face。 'By Seueth； you slimy charlatan； you have milked me of a lakh of gold already； and what do I have to show for it？'
'You have a city and an empire。 After Egypt itself； the richest in the world。 I have laid it at your feet。' He knew Trok well by now； knew just how far he could go。
'I need the key to that city。' Trok watched his face； happy with what he saw there。 He knew Ishtar almost as well as the magician knew him。
'It would have to be a key made of gold；' Ishtar mused。 'Perhaps three lakhs of gold？'
Trok let out a great burst of laughter and aimed a blow at his head with a mailed fist。 It was not intended to do damage； and Ishtar ducked under it easily。
'With three lakhs I could buy another army。' Trok shook his head and the ribbons in his beard danced like a cloud of butterflies。
'Yonder； in the treasury of Sargon； lie a hundred lakhs。 Three from a hundred is a small price to pay。'
'Give me the city； Ishtar。 Give it to me within three full moons and you shall have two lakhs of gold from the treasure of Sargon；' he promised。
'If I give it to you before the next full moon？' Ishtar scrubbed his hands together like a carpet trader。
Trok's grin slid from his face at the prospect； and he said seriously； 'Then you shall have your three lakhs； and a convoy of wagons to carry them away。'
* * *
The army of the two pharaohs went into camp before the Blue Gate； and Trok sent an emissary to Sargon to demand the immediate surrender of the city…'to save such a prodigy of architecture from the flames； and your person and family and populace from the sword'； as Trok humorously phrased his demand。 In reply Sargon； sanguine and defiant behind his walls； sent the messenger's decapitated head back to Trok。 The preliminaries having been dealt with； Trok and Naja made a circuit of the walls to allow the Babylonians to view their full might and splendour。
They drove the golden chariots； Trok's drawn by six black stallions； Naja's by six white。 Heseret rode beside Naja； glittering with jewels and wearing the golden uraeus on her high…piled curls。 Behind the golden chariots marched fifty prisoners； Babylonian women captured from the outlying towns and villages between the two rivers。 All were pregnant； some very near their time。
They were preceded by a vanguard of five hundred chariots and followed by a rearguard of another five hundred。 The slow； stately circuit of the city took all that day； and at sunset they came back to the Blue Gate。 Sargon and his war council were gathered on the parapets above the shining gateway。
Sargon was tall and thin； with a shock of silver hair。 In his youth he had been a mighty warrior and had conquered the lands as far north as the Black Sea to add to his domains。 He had suffered defeat only once in all his campaigns and that had been at the hands of Pharaoh Tamose； the father of Nefer Seti。 Now another pair of Egyptians stood at his gates； and he did not delude himself into believing that these would be as merciful as the first。
To confirm him in this belief； Trok had the pregnant women stripped naked and marched forward one at a time。 Then； while all the city watched their swollen bellies were slit open； the unborn infants ripped out and the tiny bodies piled on the threshold of the Blue Gate。
'Add these to your army； Sargon；' Trok bellowed up at him。 'You will need every man you can get。'
It had been a long and exciting day for Heseret； and she retired to her tent with all her slave girls； leaving her husband and Trok to pore over a map of the city by lamplight。 It was a work of art； drawn on a finely tanned sheepskin； the walls； roads and canals drawn to scale； each of the main buildings depicted in coloured detail。
'How came this into your possession？' Naja demanded。
'Twelve years ago； by the mand of King Sargon； I surveyed the city and drew this map with my own hands；' Ishtar replied。 'No other could have achieved such accuracy and beauty。'
'If he missioned it； why did you not deliver it to Sargon？'
'I did。' Ishtar nodded。 'I delivered the inferior draft to him； while secretly I kept the fair copy you see before you。 I knew that one day someone would pay me more handsomely than Sargon ever did。'
For another hour they studied the map； muttering a ment now and then； but for the most part silent and absorbed。 As fighting generals with a professional eye for the salient features of a battlefield； they were able to admire the depth and strength of the walls； towers and redoubts that had been built up layer upon layer over the centuries。
At last Trok stood back from the table。 'There is no weakness that I can divine； magician。 You were right the first time。 It will take three years of hard work to break through those walls。 You will have to do better than this to earn your three lakhs。'
'The water；' whispered Ishtar。 'Look to the water。'
'I have looked to the water。' Naja smiled at him； but it was a serpent's smile； cold and thin…lipped。 'There are canals supplying every quarter of the city； enough water to grow Sargon's six terraces of gardens that。 reach up into the sky； and to water and feed the city for a hundred years。'
'Pharaoh is all…seeing； all…wise。' Ishtar bowed to him； 'but where does the water e from？'
'From two mighty rivers。 After the Nile itself； the mightiest rivers in the world。 A supply of water that has not failed in this millennium。'
'But where does the water enter the city？ How does it pass through； under or over tho