Lion Head Mesa retrograde

pharaoh remained impassive as akhtar spoke, rousing himself only to snort at the priest's suggestion. "i cannot sleep. the gods have taken that from me as well." 
so it was the queen of Osiris, Isis, Iset, who had seen fit to plague him with something surely yet unsaid. he must order a sacrifice.
"what is Her revelation?" he asked, hoping for even a single word to hold within proverbial fists. his dulled lapis gaze sharpened slowly as he stared at the hem.