Oryx had given much thought to the baboon he lost in the wastes some turns of Khonsu ago.

Stolen by the waters, he had tramped all through them in search of perhaps a muddy, suckling pit or hiding crocodile hidden beneath the reflective ripples. But she was not to be found! As if the gods had simply taken her! Very strange, indeed.

So yes, certainly, her memory returned to him from time to time and he wondered over the ordeal. Once, briefly whether he had succumbed to the curse of testing heat and imagined the whole thing (But he was Nakhtmin! So this was impossible.)

He had not expected to see her again!

When black speck of heat-scattered shape appeared on horizon, mazoi came to investigate. To recognize her sent almond-ears upright and nostrils flared. He galloped. Aha! Imenet! It is you!