Lion Head Mesa now we'll see who is who

qiao had much to learn still. she stepped back and allowed nala her space as ceremony descended them all.

how could she know? this was her first attendance of a pharaoh's death.

she watched in fascination as organs were meted from body cavity - this, this she knew well.

each organ transplanted to leather, packed with salt, and sealed with care.

honeyed sunlight glinted across the pulverized heart held in senmet's arms. a garland of red trickled round each limb.

qiao thought she quite liked that vision.

their voices joined together as they worked.