it was the entire shell of a beetle, and he dug the rest of the glittering carapace from the bank of a thin stream where he had been foraging. at once his eyes filled with tears; he held the bit of dead luster to his chest with a low sob, for in its appearance he saw Ra and His barge, and understood that the gods had not forsaken him.
wet eyes slowly opened to a hateful glare, and it slid with icy contemplation in the direction of the snow den and its precious glowing newness.