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"i do."
singing was something which had always brought him pleasure. his voice was made for hymns. unbidden, his mind remembered and his tones lifted into the words.


"Praise to Amnn-Ra
The Bull of On-Heliopolis, Prince of all the Gods,
The Good and Perfect God, the Beloved One,
The Giver of Life to all animated things.
Prince of all the Gods,
Beautiful One in the form fashioned by Ptah,
Beautiful and darling Youth to Whom the Gods give honour,
Maker of things above and below,
Enlightener of the Two Lands,
The One Who joyously passes through the Sky
When They acknowledge His Majesty as Their Lord;
Lord of Terror and Fear
Greatest and Mighty,
Lord of Crowns,
Flourishing in provisions, Maker of nourishment
Glory be to You, Creator of Gods
You Who have uplifted the Sky,
You Who have stretched the Earth."

the breath was out of him and so pharaoh stopped. he looked at ashikaga now.
"i will teach these things to you."