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in his haste, he had forgotten to call upon nala. it was the mistake of a we'eb.

but senmut could afford no mistakes. "this is not a task for fellahin." he waved qiao to stop and motioned the other hemet forward. "priestess of Hathor. when i am ready you will help me move this body. priestess qiao, you will assist me with the salt."

he looked to nala. "pray, aloud."

this too for qiao, eyes moving over the trader.

senmut took a long breath. his jaws cut first into the chest, snapping bone. blood welled fiercely, the priest pulling until the divine body was laid open.

"the seat of the Ka, we offer it now," he sang in shaking voice as paws inserted to lift the dripping heart of ramesses from its mooring. he laid it out for qiao to wrap.

the belly next, senmut ill to his marrow, but still he sang, "we prepare you for the Land of Reeds. your name is written in the book of the kings."

he did not know how many organs he handed to qiao, nor how long it took to pluck them all from the innards of the once-divine man.

his paws were dark with blood to his elbows, his chest smitten with it. "now," he said hoarsely to the priestess of Hathor.

the body would be much lighter when he and nala had moved it to the bindings. he sat back upon tired haunches and nodded to qiao, to begin packing the emptied cavities with salt.

"we prepare you for your hunting and your palace. we prepare you for your queen."