Conjuring hurricanes in its wake as it rides along the tide. This god is not particularly evil, but it sems to enjoy the mad scramble of chaos that follows a storm. Sometimes--in the cavern of the dead minarets under Cairo--it laughs evilly as it tells of the impending triumph of Barzakh over the Other Gods, and prances mockingly down the last catacombs of the Khephren throne-room with the blood-red robe of Triumph immemorial lacing its naked back. It rears towering gargoyles and prances around camp in forty-foot chariots that the wind sweeps up and down like coins in a circus; and it prances under the aegipanic moon as the jubilant soldiers shoot their javelins into the noisome whirlpools of the seeker. On cloudy nights it prances at great distances on low steeds in black Egyptian pharaonic columns under the papyrus moon, for in those columns sleep the primal priests and the Shapes from the Stars and other gods of the dead who once worshipped the cold desert plateau but were driven from their primal abodes by the Great Ones when the ice sheet fell. At night it prances in silence around citadels and the inner temple of the Sphinx.