Samwise hurried over. 'Would that I could, Aahz,' he said, aiming a thumb at the Scarab. 'We'll talk later,' he told her.
'We will talk now!' Beltasar shrieked. 'The safety of my workers is paramount.'
'What about the job?' Aahz asked.
'What?' the Scarab demanded.
'Is the job less important than your workers?'
'N-no,' Beltasar said, hesitating briefly. 'We wish the work to be done, but in a safe fashion!'
'Then why are you constantly leaving your own work station to harass Samwise here?' Aahz asked. 'If there's no active danger, then you're pestering him unnecessarily. If there is a safety problem, then you're leaving your people in harm's way by tracking him down. That doesn't make sense to me.'
'That is the way USHEBTI works! We must notify the management of violations at the time of occurrence!' 'Not cost effective,' Aahz said bluntly. 'But it is the way we do things.'
'That's a great reason,' Aahz said, with a smirk.
'Are you telling us how to do our job?'
'Not how. Just when. Like now. If you're not stopping for lunch or a beer break, then you're goofing off. You just cover it by following Samwise around and haranguing him.'
The Scarab blew up in outrage. 'How dare you? Nine hundred generations of my family have been involved in construction. You walk in, and in one day you claim to be an expert? You must be as stupid as you are ugly!'
'Sticks and stones,' Aahz said, dismissively. 'I'm saying that you're wasting your employer's money. I'm limiting access to him from now on. You can say 'hello' to him in the morning, 'how was your lunch?' after the noon break, and 'goodbye' when you leave the site. Everything else will have to be a real matter of life and death.'
'You're interfering with a union official!' she shrilled.
'Now, Aahz,' I said, raising my hands to placate the combatants. 'You can't stop her from conferring with him when she really needs to. Beltasar here is an experienced manager.'
'That's right, I am!' she exclaimed, then looked puzzled. 'You're defending what she's doing?' Aahz looked dubious.
'I'm saying she's doing it for a good reason. The fines are just a way of reminding Samwise they're serious. Right?' I turned the Scarab.
'Uh, right.'
'So, how can she let Sam here know what she needs him to?'
Beltasar's head went back and forth between us. 'Yes! How can we?'
'Well, if was me,' Aahz said in his most reasonable voice, 'I'd save up all the problems and report them to him at the end of the day. I'd hit him up for all the fees then. That'll give him a chance to institute better safety measures overnight. Bel here can pass out the new policies every morning to the workforce. What about that?'
'I think that sounds like a good idea. Doesn't it, Beltasar?' I asked her.
'Yes, er, no. No!' The Scarab finally realized she was being double-teamed. She beat one tiny fist against her undercarapace. 'We decide how we institute new orders. We do! Otherwise, And Company faces strike action!'
Aahz shook his head. 'I'm the paid representative of your employer. If you'd rather shut him down than cooperate and get the job done that you're being paid to do, be my guest.'
The Scarab's bright blue eyes turned red with fury. 'Perhaps we will! You will see the might of the USHEBTIS!'
'Yeah, yeah,' Aahz said, waving a hand. 'You and what army? Throwing your weight around?'
As if on cue, I saw a shadow appear and grow larger and larger until it covered all of us. Just in time I used all the magik force I had inside me to push Aahz back. I fell backwards on top of Samwise and Fat Ombur, who was just bringing a steaming dish to us.
A Titan guard in loincloth and headwrap crashed down on the table, splattering food in every direction. He lay moaning until Aahz helped him up.
'What happened to you?' Samwise asked.
'Scarabs,' the blue-faced male puffed, pointing upward. 'Under my foot. I think they did it on purpose!'
Could the green-faced Ghord have been right about the Scarabs wanting Samwise to fail?
'Impossible!' cried Beltasar indignantly. 'You impugn
us!
'You tried to kill me!' the Titan bellowed, making fists. 'I'll squash you like the bug you are!'
'Just you try it, big boy!' Beltasar fumed, curling her tiny forelegs into balls. I could picture steam coming out of her ear holes.
Tan-ta-ra! Tan-tan-tan! Ta-ra!
A flourish of horns drowned out the argument. A booming male voice echoed across the valley. 'Make way for the Queen!'
'Oh, no!' Samwise exclaimed. 'You must not tell her what just happened! Everybody to their places! Hurry!'
All the Ghords ran out of the cookshop. They bumped into one another, running around the corners of the pyramid.
'What's going on?' Aahz asked.
'The queen! The Pharaoh Suzal. She didn't tell me she was coming. Hurry up. Follow me!'
Samwise leaped onto the ramps and flew over the top of the uppermost layer of the pyramid. Aahz shrugged. I furnished us with magik, and we took to the air after him.
'I hardly noticed her face.'
My heightened vantage point gave me a good view of the eastern part of the valley. At first, I couldn't see what was approaching because of the massive cloud of dust that surrounded us. Suddenly, the roiling cloud dispersed.
Approaching toward us across the sand was a parade. At its head were dancing girls in sheer robes, undulating and spinning. Behind them was a covey of musicians, puffing into or strumming away at a marching song. Drummers pounded the tops of skin-covered drums in time with the beat. Magicians threw balls of flame into the air and conjured rainbows. For a moment, I thought that they were responsible, too, for the stream of knives that flew in a circle at each side of the procession, but then I realized a troupe of jugglers was throwing the knives. All of them stood on Djinn-woven carpets that conveyed them over the smooth surface of the dunes.
Behind them wafted the most impressive carriage I had ever seen. At least thirty feet high, it had a curved, gilded back like that of a chair, but as wide as a street. The sides sloped down to carved arms of black wood. At the ends were finials in the shape of red hearts. It was pulled by a team of eight creatures with the bodies of lions and the heads of Klahds and massive, golden-feathered wings.
At the center and riding high enough that her head was just below the upper edge of the chair sat a slender female Ghord. Over her headcloth, which shimmered like pure silk, she wore a golden circlet that supported a golden snake's head. Cascading from underneath her crown tumbled tresses of long, blond
hair. She had high cheekbones, a slender neck, a lovely nose, large blue eyes, and a decided mouth.
I realized suddenly that I was the only one in my immediate vicinity still standing. All the Ghord workers and all the Scarabs were on their knees, foreheads touching the ground. Hastily, I did the same.
