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Watcher, who traversest the endless ages of eternity." The familiar words brought no comfort.

Between him and the shimmering desert came the memory of his brother's face, and Heraklas forgot Ptahtanen, and cried out again in desperation.
His eyes strained toward the desert.

Somewhere in its depths, his twin brother Timokles, the being whom of all on earth Heraklas most loved, lived,--or perhaps, in the brief week that had elapsed since he was snatched from his Alexandrian home, had died.