Ra favors his eyes, and also the mind which sees through them. A man with no shortage of regrets and no reluctance in naming them. Priesthood may be where his true repose waits.
Charmion, there again in her thoughts once more.
Neith slows their step. “You disgrace me only by foretelling failure before allowing yourself the occasion to succeed.” Her smile is honeyed. “In all the endless worlds and their infinite pathways, the gods have guided you to Satriya; and to me. You are reborn here, as are we all, beneath the realm of Pharaoh Khaemwaset. Devote yourself to Him. You do not need to fear Ammit’s condemnation.”
Would he take her words to heart?



