So it would seem… Nothing in the creature’s behavior indicated it had been scared out of its self-appointed ritual. Now that they had been introduced, he hoped it would be more conspicuous in its arrivals. Admittedly, he was curious how such a spirit could find itself in such a body.

Hotep could not hold back a quiet laugh at her suggestion. A mouse for a Neb, now that would be something! The image of it sat beside Pharaoh, dressed in fine gemstones as it surveyed fellahin in divine-appointed self-confidence, was certainly amusing. I fear it will be hard to fashion ornaments suitable to their, hmm, stature.

But she made a fair point. Even in jest, there was something practical in the idea. And he assumed the mouse was still listening, even if hiding now.

He sat upright, still grinning, If it is inclined to stay, it will require Pharaoh’s permission, will it not? How else shall the rest of camp know this one, particularly, is not for eating? You may be hearing more on the matter sooner rather than later, I am thinking.