They were standing in the open, perhaps two meters apart, twenty meters from the tree against which Chavez leaned.  They were still talking, and though he could understand their words easily enough, for some reason it was as foreign to him as the barking of dogs.  Ding could have gotten closer, but didn't want to take the chance, and twenty meters was close enough - sixty-six feet.  It was a clear shot past another tree to both of them! “My dear brother, by the rare and marvellous powers granted to me by our forefather, Ammon-Ra, I restore to you those manly parts that cruel Seth so brutally tore from you,” intoned my mistress!