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Toula sat and spoke with Horus, voice quiet as she plead for the safety of her loved ones at His altar. for him she left the blood of rabbit, and the rabbit itself, hunted by a fellahin who also delivered the killing blow. red cardinal feathers and gemstones were placed neatly around it. she left green things, too—stones, feathers brought by traders that had come from exotic lands. 
a falcon landed atop the crudely built structure of Horus, and Toula felt its eye upon her. no, it was His eye! feeling heard, she sang to the falcon a hymn; it remained, until Toula departed. 
the Queen was never left alone, though now more than ever she felt grateful for the presence of those accompanying her. war—what a terrible word! and for once, anger ignited in her heart that quickly turned to despair.
Makono would have never left this for her. the Pharaoh was surely dead.