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d　his　mind　and　reached　out　to　detect　the　Mede's　aura；　the　trace　he　had　left　as　he　passed。　As　the　root　sharpened　his　senses　Taita　saw　the　aura　in　the　corner　of　his　vision。　It　was　a　shadow；　dirty　grey　and　ephemeral；　that　vanished　when　he　looked　directly　at　it。　Each　person　had　his　own　aura。　Nefer　Seti；　on　account　of　his　noble　and　divine　inner　being；　threw　a　rosy　essence　that　to　Taita　was　readily　detectable。　Taita　had　followed　that　faint　rosy　emanation　to　find　Nefer　after　he　had　been　mauled　by　the　lion　and　he　and　Mintaka　were　lost　in　the　desert　beyond　Dabba。
　　
　　Ishtar　the　Mede's　aura　was　dark　and　tainted。　Taita　stood　up　and　went　on　again　after　it；　striding　out　on　his　long　legs　with　his　staff　tapping　on　the　stones。　Every　so　often　he　saw　physical　confirmation　that　he　was　on　the　right　track；　by　a　smudged　footprint　in　a　softer　patch　of　earth　or　by　a　recently　dislodged　pebble。
　　
　　Ishtar　had　circled　round　to　the　south　then　e　back　towards　Gallala。　Taita　was　alarmed　and　lengthened　his　stride。　If　Ishtar　was　trying　to　get　close　to　Nefer　again　to　work　some　mischief；　Taita　must　intercept　him。　However；　the　pursuit　led　him　to　one　of　the　chariots　Trok　had　abandoned　on　his　march　up　from　the　coast。　From　the　wreck　Ishtar　had　salvaged　something；　and　Taita　closed　his　eyes　and　worked　out　what　it　was。
　　
　　'A　waterskin；'　he　murmured；　and　Taita　saw　where　he　had　scraped　away　the　earth　to　drag　the　skin　out　from　under　the　side　of　the　capsized　chariot。　Another　dry　and　empty　skin　was　still　hanging　there。　Ishtar　had　left　it；　probably　because　he　knew　he　could　carry　the　weight　of　only　one　full　skin。　Taita　picked　up　the　empty　skin　and　slung　it　over　his　shoulder。　He　left　the　chariot；　with　the　dead　horses　in　the　traces　already　beginning　to　stink；　and　followed　Ishtar　onwards。
　　
　　Carrying　the　waterskin　with　him；　Ishtar　had　gone　back　towards　Gallala。　When　he　topped　the　ridge　above　the　city　he　had　crept　down　to　the　bank　of　the　closest　irrigation　canal。　The　imprint　of　his　knees　was　clear　in　the　wet　clay　where　he　had　knelt　to　drink　and　then　to　fill　the　skin　he　carried。　Taita　drank　himself。　After　that　he　filled　his　own　waterskin。　Then　he　rose　and　followed　the　traces　Ishtar　had　left　as　he　started　back　eastwards　along　the　road　towards　Safaga　and　the　coast。　Taita　strode　after　him。
　　
　　Night　fell　and　Taita　kept　on。　Sometimes　the　aura　of　the　Mede　faded　away　pletely；　but　Taita　followed　the　road。　At　other　times　it　grew　stronger；　until　Taita　smelt　it；　a　faint；　musty；　unpleasant　odour。　When　it　was　this　strong　he　could　fathom　the　essence　of　the　Mede。　He　could　detect　his　vindictive　and　vengeful　nature。　He　divined　that　Ishtar　was　frightened　and　demoralized　by　the　turn　that　the　fates　had　taken　against　him；　but　his　powers　were　still　formidable。　He　constituted　a　great　and　real　danger；　not　only　to　Nefer　and　Mintaka　but　to　Taita　himself。　If　he　were　allowed　to　escape　and　regenerate　his　scattered　powers；　he　might　threaten　the　future　of　the　House　of　Tamose　and　Apepi。　Ishtar　was　one　of　the　higher　adepts；　an　evil　one；　which　made　him　all　the　more　dangerous。　He　could　certainly　overlook　his　selected　victims；　and　conjure　up　all　manner　of　profanities　to　bring　down　disaster　on　Nefer　and　Mintaka。　He　could　sicken　and　sour　their　love　for　each　other；　bring　down　suffering；　miscarriage　and　plague；　pains　and　disease　with　no　focus　or　reason；　mental　aberrations；　madness　and　eventually　death。
　　
　　Even　Taita　was　not　immune　to　his　baleful　spirit。　If　he　were　allowed　to　escape；　Ishtar　might　gradually　erode　Taita's　powers　and　frustrate　his　work。　Unless　Taita　acted　now；　while　he　had　the　opportunity；　to　destroy　him　utterly。
　　
　　The　gibbous　moon　rose　over　the　stark　hills　and　lit　Taita's　way。　He　was　in　that　long　swinging　stride　with　which　he　could　cover　the　ground　as　swiftly　as　a　mounted　man。　He　could　sense　that　ahead　of　him　Ishtar　was　unaware　that　he　was　being　followed　and　his　pace　was　much　slower。　Every　hour　that　passed　Taita　felt　his　aura　stronger　and　nearer。　I　will　be　up　to　him　before　sunrise；　he　thought；　and　at　that　moment　he　doubled　over　and　vomited　in　a　projectile　stream　on　to　the　stony　track。　Overwhelmed　with　a　sudden；　terrible　nausea；　Taita　almost　collapsed　but　regained　his　balance；　and　staggered　back；　wiping　the　bitter　taste　of　bile　from　his　mouth。
　　
　　'Careless！'　he　rebuked　himself　angrily。　'So　close　to　the　quarry　I　should　have　taken　greater　care。　The　Mede　has　detected　me。'
　　
　　He　drank　a　little　water　from　the　skin；　then　went　forward　cautiously。　He　pointed　his　staff　ahead　and　swung　it　slowly　from　side　to　side。　Suddenly　it　grew　heavy　in　his　hand。　He　followed　that　direction　and　saw　ahead　of　him；　glinting　in　the　moonlight；　the　circle　of　pale　pebbles　laid　out　on　the　side　of　the　track。
　　
　　'A　gift　from　the　Mede；'　he　said　aloud。
　　
　　Nausea　seized　him　once　more；　but　he　choked　it　back；　struck　the　earth　with　the　staff　and　spoke　one　of　the　words　of　power。
　　
　　'Ncube！'　His　nausea　receded；　and　he　could　approach　the　circle　closer。
　　
　　It　is　not　enough　that　I　should　break　his　spell；　he　thought　grimly。　I　must　turn　it　back　upon　the　Mede。
　　
　　He　used　the　tip　of　his　staff　to　move　one　of　the　pebbles　out　of　the　circle；　disrupting　its　power。　Now　he　could　squat　beside　the　pattern　without　experiencing　any　harm。　Without　touching　any　of　the　pebbles　he　leaned　close　and　sniffed　at　them。　The　smell　of　the　Mede　was　strong　upon　them　and　he　smiled　with　cold　satisfaction。
　　
　　'He　touched　them　with　his　bare　hands；'　Taita　whispered。　Ishtar　had　left　traces　of　his　sweat　on　them。　Taita　could　use　that　faint　effluent。　Careful　not　to　make　the　same　mistake；　he　moved　the　pebbles　with　the　tip　of　his　staff；　forming　them　into　a　different　pattern；　an　arrowhead　pointing　in　the　direction　that　Ishtar　had　taken。　He　took　a　mouthful　of　water　from　the　skin　and　spat　it　on　the　pebbles；　which　shone　wetly　in　the　moonlight。　Then　he　pointed　his　staff　like　a　javelin　along　the　same　line　as　the　arrowhead　of　pebbles。
　　
　　'Kydash！'　he　shouted；　and　felt　pressure　build　up　in　his　eardrums　as　though　he　had　plunged　deeply　below　the　surface　of　the　ocean。　Before　it　became　unbearable；　it　began　slowly　to　abate；　and　he　felt　a　sense　of　well…being　and　pleasure。　It　was　done。　He　had　turned　it　back　upon　the　Mede。
　　
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　　A　league　ahead　Ishtar　the　Mede　was　hurrying　along　the　track。　He　was　by　now　fully　aware　of　the　pursuit。　He　was　confident　that　the　barrier　he　had　placed　across　the　track　would　stop　most　men；　but　he　knew　it　would　not　long　deter　the　one　he　feared　most。
　　
　　Suddenly　he　staggered　in　mid…stride　and　clutched　his　ears　with　both　hands。　The　pain　was　blinding；　as　though　a　red　hot　dagger　had　been　thrust　deep　into　each　of　his　eardrums。　He　groaned　and　dropped　to　his　knees。　'It　is　the　Warlock。'　He　sobbed。　The　pain　was　so　intense　that　he　could　not　think　clearly。　'He　has　turned　it　back　on　me。'
　　
　　With　shaking　hands　he　reached　into　the　pouch　on　his　belt　and　brought　out　his　most　potent　talisman；　the　dry　embalmed　hand　of　one　of　Pharaoh　Tamose's　infants　who　had　died　soon　after　birth　during　the　plague　of　the　Yellow　Flowers。　Ishtar　had　robbed　the　little　prince's　tomb　to　obtain　it。　The　hand　was　dark　and　clawed　like　a　monkey's　paw。
　　
　　He　held　it　to　his　pounding　head；　and　felt　the　pain　start　to　abate。　He　came　unsteadily　to　his　feet；　and　broke　into　a　shuffling　dance；　chanting　and　wailing。　The　pain　in　his　ears　cleared。　He　gave　one　final　leap　in　the　air　and　stood　facing　back　along　the　way　he　had　e。　He　could　feel　the　presence　of　the　Warlock　close；　like　the　threat　of　thunder　on　a　close　summer's　day。
　　
　　He　thought　of　laying　another　snare；　but　knew　that　Taita　would　send　it　back　to　him。　I　must　turn　aside　and　conceal　my　path；　he　decided。　He　ran　on　along　the　road　seeking　the　place　where　he　could　turn。　He　found　where　the　track　crossed　an　intrusion　of　grey　schist；　so　hard　that　even　the　passing　of　Trok's　legions　had　left　no　mark　upon　it。
　　
　　With　his　left　forefinger　he　traced　out　lightly　the　sacred　symbol　of　Marduk　on　the　rock；　spat　on　it　and　uttered　the　three　hidden　names　of　the　god　that　would　summon　him。
　　
　　'Hide　me　from　my　enemies；　mighty　Marduk。　Bring　me　safely　back　to　your　temple　in　Babylon；　and　I　will　make　for　you　the　sacrifice　you　love　so　well；'　he　promised。　Best　of　all　Marduk　loved　little　girls　sent　into　his　furnace。
　　
　　Ishtar　stood　on　one　leg　and　hopped　backwards　five　and　fifty　paces；　the　esoteric　number　of　Marduk　known　only　to　the　adepts。　Then　he　turned　sharply　off　the　road　and　set　out　at　right　angles　to　it；　heading　into　the　northern　wilderness。　He　went　swiftly；　trying　to　open　the　distance　between　him　and　the　man　who　pursued　him。
　　
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　　Taita　reached　the　point　where　the　ridge　of　grey　schist　crossed　the　road；　and　stopped　abruptly。　The　aura　that　had　been　so　strong　only　moments　before　had　disappeared　like　mist　in　the　warmth　of　the　rising　sun。　There　was　neither　taste　nor　smell　nor　a　glimpse　of　the　Mede　remaining。　He　went　on　down　the　road　a　short　way；　but　found　that　the　trail　was　dead　and　cold。　Quickly　he　retraced　his　steps　until　he　reached　the　point　where　he　had　lost　it。　Ishtar　would　not　have　wasted　his　time　with　a　simple　spell　of　concealment。　He　knows　that　the　Ashes　or　the　Water　and　Blood　would　hardly　give　me　pause；　he　thought。
　　
　　He　looked　up　at　the　sky；　and　from　the　starry　firmament　picked　out　the　single　red　star　low　on　the　horizon；　the　star　of　the　goddess　Lostris。　He　held　up　her　Periapt　and　began　to　chant　the　Praise　to　the　Goddess。　He　had　barely　pleted　the　first　stanza　when　he　felt　an　angry；　alien　presence。　Another　god　had　been　invoked　on　this　spot；　and　knowing　Ishtar　he　could　guess　well　enough　who　that　was。　He　started　on　the　second　stanza　of　praise　and　on　the　bare　rock　ahead　of　him　appeared　a　glow；　like　that　of　the　copper　walls　of　the　furnace　in　the　temple　of　Marduk　when　the　sacrificial　fires　were　burning。
　　
　　Marduk　is　affronted；　and　shows　his　anger；　he　thought；　with　satisfaction。　He　went　to　stand　over　the　faintly　glowing　spot　and　intoned。　'You　are　far　from　your　own　land　and　your　temple；　Marduk　of　the　furnace。　Few　worship　you　in　this　very　Egypt。　Your　powers　are　dissipated。　I　invoke　the　name　of　the　goddess　Lostris；　and　you　cannot　stand　against　it。'
　　
　　He　lifted　the　skirt　of　his　ch