Lion Head Mesa nineteenth

"good."

his eyes moved in speculation and then returned to ramesses. "his organs were removed and he was sprinkled with riversalt before he was wrapped."

the smell was mildly fetid, not intense as it would already be beneath the glut of a summertime sun.

"seventy days he will lie in state. pharaoh will have him buried beside his queen satsu."

it was not an honor senmut might have granted. in fact, he might have very well cut ramesses' joints himself had he been alone that day, so that the man's accursed spirit would never find peace.