Lion Head Mesa shaduf [m]

charles was reverent. he spoke the name of the Undead One and pharaoh felt more than a thrill rush him now. this was a promise. this was a foretelling. this rush was awe. "Osiris is the King of The Dead. once He lived." ramesses kept close, for he desired what he had commanded.
and yet he did not press for it again, not in this moment.
"Set, the god of Chaos, hated Osiris, for the king represented the right of rule and the element of ma'at, which is our tenets." he smoothed his muzzle along one of the noble's ears. "truth. balance. order. harmony. law. morality. and justice."
"Set took the form of a long beast with great teeth, and attacked Osiris. He tore the pharaoh into forty-two pieces, and scattered them through the land."
the gods had many stories, and a number large among them were violent.
"his queen, Iset, searched far and wide for all these pieces. she was aided by many others, the gods Anubis and Thoth among them. Thoth brings healing, while Anubis knows the proper process for burial. Osiris became the first to be wrapped and preserved, and so he remains in the underworld to this day as the God of Death, He Who Was Renewed."
pharaoh smiled. "once Osiris was made whole, Iset conceived with him their son Horus, who would grow to war with Set for a long time."
he held poised, wondering what charles would ask next.