"We are in Egypt, by coincidence," said Ramizail.
"This Egypt lies three thousand years in the past," said Mihrjan.
"Can you transport us back?" asked Godwin eagerly.
"Assuredly, Sire."
"Well then, let's go!" he roared. He put an arm over the shoulder of El Sareuk and another about the slim waist of Ramizail, and ran them toward the horses. And Mihrjan's great laugh of fierce pleasure boomed thunderously through the desert air....