Pyramids

were thronged with people. And every single person ignored him.
    It was a marvelous feeling.
    He rode gently along the road to the border and did not stop until he was up in the escarpment, the valley spreading out behind him. A hot wind off the desert rattled the syphacia bushes as he tethered You Bastard in the shade, climbed a little further up the rocks, and looked back.
    The valley was old, so old that you could believe it had existed first and had watched the rest of the world form around it. Teppic lay with his head on his arms.
    Of course, it had made itself old. It had been gently stripping itself of futures for thousands of years. Now change was hitting it like the ground hitting an egg.
    Dimensions were probably more complicated than people thought. Probably so was time. Probably so were people, although people could be more predictable.
    He watched the column of dust rise outside the palace and work its way through the city, across the narrow patchwork of fields, disappear for a minute in a group of palm trees near the escarpment, and reappear at the foot of the slope. Long before he could see it he knew there’d be a chariot somewhere in the cloud of sand.
    He slid back down the rocks and squatted patiently by the roadside. The chariot rattled by eventually, halted some way on, turned awkwardly in the narrow space, and trundled back.
    “What will you do ?” shouted Ptraci, leaning over the rail. Teppic bowed.
    “And none of that,” she snapped.
    “Don’t you like being king?”
    She hesitated. “Yes,” she said. “I do—”
    “Of course you do,” said Teppic. “It’s in the blood. In the old days people would fight like tigers. Brothers against sisters, cousins against uncles. Dreadful.”
    “But you don’t have to go! I need you!”
    “You’ve got advisers,” said Teppic mildly.
    “I didn’t mean that,” she snapped. “Anyway, there’s only Koomi, and he’s no good.”
    “You’re lucky. I had Dios, and he was good. Koomi will be much better, you can learn a lot by not listening to what he has to say. You can go a long way with incompetent advisers. Besides, Chidder will help, I’m sure. He’s full of ideas.”
    She colored. “He advanced a few when we were on the ship.”
    “There you are, then. I knew the two of you would get along like a house on fire.” Screams, flames, people running for safety…
    “And you’re going back to be an Assassin, are you?” she sneered.
    “I don’t think so. I’ve inhumed a pyramid, a pantheon and the entire old kingdom. It may be worth trying something else. By the way, you haven’t been finding little green shoots springing up wherever you walk, have you?”
    “No. What a stupid idea.”
    Teppic relaxed. It really was all over, then. “Don’t let the grass grow under your feet, that’s the important thing,” he said. “And you haven’t seen any seagulls around?”
    “There’s lots of them today, or didn’t you notice?”
    “Yes. That’s good, I think.”
    You Bastard watched them talk a little more, that peculiar trailing-off, desultory kind of conversation that two people of opposite sexes engage in when they have something else on their minds. It was much easier with camels, when the female merely had to check the male’s methodology.
    Then they kissed in a fairly chaste fashion, insofar as camels are any judge. A decision was reached.
    You Bastard lost interest at this point, and decided to eat his lunch again.

    I N THE BEGINNING …
    It was peaceful in the valley. The river, its banks as yet untamed, wandered languidly through thickets of rush and papyrus. Ibises waded in the shallows; in the deeps, hippos rose and sank slowly, like pickled eggs.
    The only sound in the damp silence was the occasional plop of a fish or hiss of a crocodile.
    Dios lay in the mud for some time. He wasn’t sure how he’d got there, or why half his robes were torn off and the other half scorched black. He dimly recalled a loud noise and a sensation of extreme speed while, at the same time, he’d been standing still. Right at this moment, he didn’t want any answers. Answers implied questions, and questions never got anyone anywhere. Questions only spoiled things. The mud was cool and soothing, and he didn’t need to know anything else for a while.
    The sun went down. Various nocturnal prowlers wandered near to Dios, and by some animal instinct decided that he certainly wasn’t going to be worth all the trouble that would accrue