Laid down and gasping, Sapair nevertheless caught the contagion of eagerness and looked up at the victor— Ra in his many pounds of grit and fire.
“Enough!” He laughed, pinched throat grunting the sound, “off me now, mazoi. You’ve earned your place. Understand the true work begins. You are the sword at the hand of pharaoh, and thus your body, your ka, your life in every iteration, belongs to Him.”
