The big warrior who had felled him, his bloody sword still in hand, stared closely at the American, and fingered his fur jacket curiously. Presently he muttered a few words in some strange tongue. When Craig did not reply, he again spat out the words, his dark brows bunching malevolently. And this time Wes understood part of what he said. He was speaking ancient Egyptian! That proved it. These three, who but half an hour before were dead and entombed in the ice, _were_ Egyptians. Trying to cope with his returning bewilderment, Craig racked his brains for remnants of the difficult language. And finally said laboriously: "Who--who art thou?" A torrent of words broke from the warrior. Only a few were understandable. "Shabako--Pharaoh Shabako!" And he repeated Craig's question: "Who art thou?" The girl was sitting up now, and peering at the American. Her eyes were still tear-filled, for the dead body of the young man was at her side. She cried out a warning, and Craig caught most of it. "Be careful, Stranger! He will slay thee as he slew Inaros!" "Answer me! Who art thou?" repeated the warrior angrily. His patience was short; he played with the hilt of his sword. "I come," said Wesley Craig slowly, groping for words, "from a far country. I found the three of you in this ice--dead. I brought thee back to life." * * * * * There was an astounded silence. Then the man who called himself Shabako deliberately cuffed his prisoner on the cheek. "Blasphemer!" he roared. "To claim the powers of the gods! Thou shall die for that! Yea, the ice entrapped me when I was about to slay the guilty Inaros--but our mighty god Aten restored me to life! Enough! The priests shall deal with thee!" He jerked the trembling girl to Craig's side, and with a prick of his sword in their backs made them go forward. The American was too bewildered to think evenly. Why, the god Aten was the Sun God!--the divinity Egypt worshipped in five hundred B.C.? How had these warm-blooded people come to the far north? Where did they live? And what fate lay in store for him? He felt none too optimistic about his position. He knew that it would be two weeks before Somers, at the main base, would become alarmed at his absence. Unless, of course, the mechanic at the sub-base tried to beat his way back on foot, which was only barely possible.... Then he discovered that his automatic was still in its holster; it was slapping against his thighs; and he felt more hopeful. The girl trudged tiredly at his side. Shabako was a few feet behind, grumbling and urging his captives along. "Where does he drive us?" Craig asked softly. "What is thy name--and why did he slay thy companion?" Her frightened eyes slanted towards his face. "To the Temple of the Sun God, Stranger," she whispered. "And there--" She broke off, to get control of the emotion she was feeling. "There--what?"