Starglow Basin fifty-second

Aren’t they just? He knew he sounded like a doting father, speaking of his most beloved golden child, but he did not believe he would ever have a child.

So, the cat worked.

You do not remember? The faintest of teases, a gentle prod between the ribs. Only for the priest to wink, then raise his voice in the very beginning of Khonshu’s praises.

Hail unto thee, O Messenger of the Gods!
Khonsu, the traveler of the night sky,
Who traveleth through the heaven like Thoth.
Mut-Bast is thy mother
And Amen-Ra-Temu-Kephra is thy father,
Thou makest women fruitful,
And makest the human germ to grow
in thy mothers womb.

Thou art the Moon, the light -bearer,
The moon by night, and the lord of Ma’at.

His voice rose and fell with the prayer, sweeping over the dunes. Perhaps, he told himself, he could see where his genetics came from.