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He placed a hand on her hip； and felt the curve of her waist like the shape of a precious ceramic vase。 He reached behind her and enclosed one buttock in each hand； astonished by their symmetry and elastic firmness。
She thrust her hips forward to meet his； and he pulled her even harder to him。 He felt his loins swell and stiffen； and tried to arch his back to hide it from her。 She made a small sound of remonstrance； forbidding him to avoid her。 She moved against him； glorying in this proof of his arousal； of how much he wanted her。
She had a fleeting memory of Trok thrusting his monstrous blue…veined thing at her； but that horrid episode had no relevance to what was happening here。 Without effort the memory was expunged from her mind。
She felt Nefer's fingers running slowly down the cleft between her buttocks； and she concentrated on the sensation； marvelling that she could feel it echoed in the swelling tips of her breasts and in her secret depths。
Touch me。' She spoke into his mouth。 'Yes！ Touch me。 Hold me。
Stroke me。 Love me。'
The sensations blended so that they seemed to envelop her every fibre； every part of her mind and body。 He broke the kiss at last； and she felt his lips nuzzling her bare shoulder。 She knew instinctively what he needed； and opened the front of her tunic and took out one of her breasts。 It felt heavy in her hand； the tip aching and swollen。 She entwined the fingers of her other hand in the thick curling hair at the back of his head； and placed her nipple in his mouth。 When he sucked it； like a hungry infant； she felt something spasm and contract deep in her belly； and realized with wonder that it was her own womb。
Gently she changed him from one breast to the other； and the sensation did not fade； but instead grew fiercer。
In a daze of pleasure she became aware of his fingers lifting the front of her skirts and fumbling with her loincloth。 She moved her legs apart to allow him to reach her more easily； and then； with her free hand； she helped him untie the knot at her hip。 The cloth fell away and the air of the tomb was cool on her naked bottom and belly。
She felt him stroke the crisp pelt of curls that covered her pudenda； then he found the swollen lips that bulged from her cleft and parted them gently with trembling fingers。 She cried out as if in pain and； without conscious volition； pulled aside the skirts of his apron and reached in to find him。 She was startled by its girth and encircled it with thumb and forefinger。 It leaped like a living thing in her grasp； and she wanted to look at it。 Without releasing her grip； she pushed him back so that she could see down between them。
'You are so beautiful；' she breathed； 'so smooth； so strong。'
Then she kissed him again； and holding her mouth to his she fell backwards dragging him down upon her belly； spreading her thighs to wele him； sensing his lack of experience。 It made her feel maternal and possessive。 In her own ignorance； she was guiding him； feeling him sliding and slipping in her overflowing desire； probing at the entrance to her very self。 She altered the angle of her hips and he flew deeply into her； his belly flat against hers； filling her until she felt he might cleave her apart； crying out triumphantly in the bittersweet pain of it。
He was riding her like a runaway horse； and she paced him； meeting the thrusting drive of his hips with her own； mounting with him higher and faster； until she knew that she had reached the limit。 Then； unbelievably； they went on far past that limit。 Breaking free of earth and its bonds； then at the ends of the heavens； feeling it burst out of him； and flood her with liquid heat； swelling up within her so that she matched and met him； their separate beings welding together； so that they became a single entity。 Their voices a single jubilant cry。
Long afterwards； when they had returned together from those distant heights； they lay in each other's arms； their sweat and their breath mingling and cooling； still linked by his flesh deep within hers。
'I don't want this ever to end；' she whispered at last。 'I want to stay like this with you for ever。'
A long while later he sat up languidly and looked towards the opening of the shaft。 'It is being dark already；' he said； in a wondering tone。 'The day has passed so swiftly。'
She came up on her knees； smoothed down her skirts； and he touched the fresh stains upon the hem。 'Your maiden's blood；' he whispered in awe。
'My gift to you；' she answered。 'The proof of my love for you alone。'
He reached up and tore from the hem of her skirt an encarmined shred the size of her little fingernail。
'What are you doing？' she asked。
'I will keep this for ever as a memory of this wonderful day。' He opened the locket he wore at his throat and placed the fragment of cloth with the lock of her dark hair that it already contained。
'Do you really love me； Nefer？' she asked； as she watched him close the locket。
'With every drop of blood that flows through my veins。 More than life eternal。'
* * *
When they came into the room in the ancient building that they had restored and made habitable； Taita was at the hearth stirring the contents of the pot upon the coals。 He looked up at Mintaka as she stood in the open doorway with the last light of the day behind her。 Her skirt was still damp where she had washed it in the scanty waters of the well and it clung to her thighs。 'I am sorry we are so late back； Taita；' she said shyly。 'We followed the gazelle out into the desert。'
She had never apologized for their late return before； and Taita looked up at the two of them。 Nefer was hovering over her with a soft； dazed expression。 The emanation of their love was so strong that it seemed to form a shimmering aura around them and Taita could almost smell it in the air； like the fragrance of a wild flower。
So what was inevitable has happened at last； he mused。 The only wonder is that it took so long。 He grunted； nonmittal。 'It is evident that you did not catch up with them。 Did they run too fast or were you distracted？' They stood awkwardly； covered with confusion and guilt； knowing that to him they were transparent。
Taita turned back to the cooking pot。 'At least there is one provider among us。 I have been able to snare a brace of wild pigeon。 We need not go hungry to bed。'
The days that followed passed for the two of them in a golden haze of delight。 They thought they were being subtle and discreet in Taita's presence； trying to keep their eyes off each other； and touching only when they thought he was not looking。
Mintaka had made a boudoir for herself in a bare cell that led off the main living room of their quarters。 Each night Nefer waited until Taita was snoring softly before he rose surreptitiously and crept to her sleeping mat in this little room。 Each morning she would rouse him long before dawn and send him back to his own mat in the main room； when they thought Taita was still sleeping。
On the third morning Taita announced inscrutably； 'It seems that these rooms are inhabited by rats or other strange creatures for I am kept from sleep by their scurrying and whispering。' They both looked stricken； and he went on； 'I have found more tranquil acmodation。'
He moved his own sleeping mat and possessions to a small ruin across the square； and to these he retired each evening after they had eaten dinner together。
During the days the lovers wandered out into the desert； to pass their time in talking； making love； and forming a thousand plans for the future； deciding when and how they might marry； how many sons and how many daughters she would bear him and finding names for each。
They were so lost in each other that they forgot the world that lay beyond the lonely desert spaces； until one morning when they left the ruined city before dawn； carrying a coil of rope and two oil lamps； determined to explore the ancient tombs more thoroughly。 By a circuitous route they reached the top of the cliff； where they sat down to catch their breath and watch the magnificent spectacle of the dawn breaking over the blue； secret hills。
'Look！' cried Mintaka suddenly； starting out of his arms and pointing back towards the west along the old trade route that led down into Egypt。 Nefer jumped up； and they gazed down the valley at the strange caravan ing towards them。 There were five ramshackle vehicles leading； followed by a straggling column of humanity。
'There must be a hundred men； at least；' Mintaka exclaimed。 'Who can they be？'
'I don't know；' Nefer admitted grimly； 'but I want you to run back and warn Taita of their approach while I go and spy on them。'
She did not argue； but set off immediately for Gallala； racing down the back slope of the hills； leaping from rock to rock with the agility of a wild ibex。 Nefer cached the rope and the lamps； then restrung his bow and checked the arrows in his quiver； before creeping
