Hotep was not a warrior. Not a god.

Not a man deserving of pride.

But he saw, now, the culmination of so much effort — the call of Osiris to do that which was fitting for a Priest.

Sing.

Lift Ra's solar barque back into the sky! Banish the dark chaos of the serpent! Resurrect Life-Giving Warmth to all Mythris!

This he could do. Would do. For he had passed through death and been raised again in service to Khaemwaset and Merneith, and they had seen fit to name him their Seer. Where he failed once before to perform the tasks demanded by the Cosmos, and guide his pharaoh in the keeping of Ma'at... here, now, he would not.

And as the Light did pierce that pervasive Dark, Hotep solidified forever his certainty that their cause was Justice incarnate and their kingdom divinely ordained.

In Egyptian, he hymned words known by heart, meant to welcome the birth of a new day:

Hail to you, Ra, at your rising, Atum-Horakhty
I worship you, your beauty in my eyes
May your radiance be upon my breast
You proceed and set in the Mesketet boat
Your heart dilated in the Mandjet boat
You cross the sky in peace
All your enemies having fallen
The indefatigable stars praise you
The indestructible stars worship you
You set in the horizon of Manu
Being complete as Ra, every day
Living and enduring as my lord
Ra, true of voice