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Head bowed as Khaemwaset mused, Hotep only flicked an ear at the mentioned of godhood. I have no such ambition, Pharaoh. Though it is a great honour to be compared to such as the man you describe. I give only that which is required of me, and need no accolade for the doing. A priest destined for godhood would have been able to turn Akhenaten onto a better path. In this, Hotep felt undeserving.

Lifting his head, he watched Pharaoh's gave turn heavensward and swallowed again, mouth dry. Still Hotep faintly quivered, but less now perhaps, that the wound was lanced, and no additional pain was forthcoming. I am glad to hear you say these things. It is a balm upon my heart to see you shine with such confidence, Mighty One. He answered, but averted his gaze again when the gilt-iron stare of his god-king returned.

I will tell the mothers of your generosity and virtue, of the wonders of Satriya and the blessings that may rain down upon their heirs. And Pharaoh would speak to Queen, and perhaps Hotep would be able to believe he had affected some positive change for Ma'at, after many past failures.