Lion Head Mesa silence is the unbearable repartee

"a name, first." the crocodile studied the brave and gigantic creature.

"nahkt? He who is Mighty?" 

"irynefer? He who Belongs to Goodness?"

"amunet? He Who is Hidden?"

after each of these, khusobek paused, for the finding of a name was a moment of magick for one's ka, and he was humbled to be its part.