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Osiris oversees the afterlife, she murmured, once he'd finished with his story. She'd been rapt the entire time, lips slightly parted, body slightly inclined toward the Pharaoh. She smiled, but only a little bit. I wonder if Osiris and his judges accepted my mother and my aunt there.

She couldn't think otherwise. Ibis and Wraen had been good, intelligent wolves. Their spirits must live on. . .

I hope to see them, in the stars, Lilitu admitted. I wasn't there when either of them died.

The young woman fell silent, then, and plucked a grape from the pile, chewing. I'm curious about the wine, she mumbled through a slightly-full mouth. I suppose I'll find out, when the season is right.

Does your mother live, Pharaoh?