the Duat is the afterworld, the place of judging through which all must pass. it is a land of dark shadows and rivers, of beauty and the halls of truth. if you are not found wanting, you may dwell forever in the Field of Reeds. for you, el'zeath, you have come through this place and were not pulled apart. thus you have been named righteous and found your way here.
his expression was radiant with reverence.
do not worry. it takes much time to learn these things. to seek wisdom is to be in lifelong study,pharaoh answered in warmth
setemhotep is already a mentor in this court. though his voice may you find your way, el'zeath. and may satriya know you forward by a second title: was-sokar, Scepter of Sokar, He Who Fills the Way with Sand.
there were many paths through the Duat, but only those pieces of el'zeath's spirit knew which one she had taken to reach satriya.
the golden eyes glinted, but he felt that this audience had been touched now by divine presence.




