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princess makono was disconsolate in the role appointed her.

but he did not understand her ambition to be pharaoh! they lived and died at the whims of others. and what of the brothers she would displace from their place in that line of men?

but she knew the words. the ways of Ma'at. the word of that name. senmut blanched beneath his crimson fur. "when you die, Ma'at weighs your heart against Her feather. she is truth and morality. she is The Way."

his heart raced.

"if you could travel to the underworld, divine one, without dying, and bring back a vision of Ma'at —" his voice trailed, for now they delved to dark places. "why do you desire to be pharaoh?" his electric eyes were solemn, turning away from her now.