Trueth thought she heard the demons howling at their heels. She nearly turned around there and then until she realised it was only Blondie voicing his protest at being stuck in a box. In the name of whoever had contrived this lunacy--Metjen was killing his people, his cats, his family!
As he had finished her off in that efficient way of his. And now she would lose him forever.
They reached Iseret's chamber where she hovered over her plinth. Clad in the full regalia of a high priestess of Hathor: A golden headdress formed like the wings of Horus supported the cow-horns on her head. Earrings studded with multi-coloured stones cascaded along her neck onto an elaborate collar that held together the folds of a filmy white gown. She resembled an emissary of a past the final expedition was about to join.
Iseret rose, nodded at Seisi and inclined her head at Metjen and Trueth.
'It is time,' she said.
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