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-rpo 1 he Argosies [1580-1510 b.c.]
                                   river, a river the size of the Nile, pours its waters into the Indian
                                   Ocean. The Egyptian merchants nod; they have heard of
                                   Meluhha.

                                         From this rich land, went on the Mesopotamians, cargoes of
                                   precious goods had long been brought by the merchant adven­
                                   turers of Ur and Dilmun, cargoes of gold and ivory, of teak and
                                   cotton and lapis lazuli. And of carnelian. Within the memory
                                   of man it had been a peaceful land, ruled by its great kings from

                                   the mighty capitals of Mohenjo-daro and Harappa. Far to the
                                   southeast its colonies spread, five hundred miles along the coast
                                   as far as the hills and jungles of the Kathiawar peninsula, and
                                   in the northeast new towns had been built by the upper waters

                                   of another river which was said to flow eastward for hundreds
                                   of miles to another sea. It had looked as though Meluhha could
                                   expand indefinitely, in size and wealth and power.
                                         But in the time of their grandfathers an enemy had come
                                   over the northern mountains, mountains so high that they were
                                   thought to be the roof of the world. Like the Hurrians and the

                                   Kassites of north Mesopotamia, these newcomers—they called
                                   themselves Aryans—were nomads, with herds of cattle and of
                                   horses, and with squadrons of swift horse chariots. They were
                                   fierce warriors, great eaters of beef, and singers of songs. And

                                   since they appeared they had been pressing south.
                                         Over a generation ago great Harappa had fallen, far to the
                                   north along the Indus, and since that time no lapis lazuli had
                                   come out of the mountains of Afghanistan. But Harappa was
                                   five hundred miles from Mohenjo-daro, and the length of Egypt
                                   away from the coast. The king in Mohenjo-daro had not been

                                   unduly troubled, perhaps not as troubled as he should have
                                   been, for he did not appreciate, as the Mesopotamians from long
                                   experience tried to warn him, the swiftness with which chariot­
                                   eers could move. Anyway, year by year the Aryans had moved

                                   southward, sacking and burning the townships of the Punjab, and
                                  recently they had been joined by kinsfolk coming from Persia
                                  into the hill country of Baluchistan. The ruler of Mohenjo-daro
                                  had realized his danger too late, when a coalition of Aryans and
                                  Asuras had swept in from west and north. The army of Meluhha

                                  had been shattered; the hastily improvised defenses of Mohenjo-
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