so you are a ushabti, said the prince after a long time of consideration. she spoke of the gods who had risen her up, and returned her to serve; she spoke of the places of tomb-celebrations, and if he pretended, he was able to catch the hint of charnel incense on her coat. or so he believed. she had been resurrected for a purpose, and she had found satriya. khaemwaset, rendered fiercely pious three times over, saw every such thing as a sign of the gods. and he did not need to think upon it; this was what she had said in so many words, and those unsaid.
pleased; moved; the prince walked in silence alongside this phoenix, thinking again over her words; considering anew that she was not only a priestess but a true conduit for the living gods. she had not visited the Field of Reeds, and this subsumed the young Horus with renewed thoughts of what it might be to one day set foot there.
stay with us.
his voice held gilded invitation.
you have served Hathor. you have known the Duat. you have heard Osiris. my sister and i seek to build in union a monument unto our gods. we would welcome your guidance. we did not feel so impossible when the love of merneith laid within his spirit.
satriya would stand. to have so sacred a woman as phoenix there with them would transform their land into a vessel for the divine ones above.