Re’s light spills down in traveling laths, seeming to illuminate each of the keepers as they spoke. Neith perches like another lioness beside the king, eyes settling warmly on the striking blue roan.
“Be welcome in this place, Azora,” she addresses, “and accept the title of meshkhenet; caretaker and teacher of young minds.” For the others she turns now. “Osirs, Ashait, and Nakhtmin— welcome to the mazoi; guardians and warriors of Pharaoh’s army.”
The gods had similarly blessed them! She wishes to celebrate this great gift with a festival; berry-wine, food, and dancing for all!
“Be welcome in this place, Azora,” she addresses, “and accept the title of meshkhenet; caretaker and teacher of young minds.” For the others she turns now. “Osirs, Ashait, and Nakhtmin— welcome to the mazoi; guardians and warriors of Pharaoh’s army.”
The gods had similarly blessed them! She wishes to celebrate this great gift with a festival; berry-wine, food, and dancing for all!
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