Lion Head Mesa God knows I could make amends.

So it was Horus who came for her first, circling.
To the endless winding labyrinth of stone.
She came-to enough to spy Tavina, and in her stead the delirium gave the woman the head of a jackal; she smelled iron in the air, glimpsed the red organ, and thought in vagaries of a heart and a feather, to be weighed.
Nazli knew the stories.
She struggled and again was lost to sleep, breathing laboriously with Tavina-Osiris' help, unaware.