“Back, all!” shouted the Black Scorpion. He approached Nawt. “Let me take you away from here, little brother.” The boy was wide-eyed with fear. “Where can I take you?” Nawt pointed out into the darkness beyond the city to the distant hills. “Come, little brother. It’s me. How many times have I lifted you?” “I will miss it,” said the boy. “I am afraid.” “Come here. Don’t bite me.” He gathered the boy in his arms, and with a graceful flap of his wings, he was aloft and flying into the night.