quest.”
“An ally, son of Sutekh?”
Dagan heard what wasn’t said: son of Osiris’s
enemy.
But he’d said his piece, and he didn’t think it would
help much to point out that in the Underworld, friends
were enemies, allies were traitors, and no one was
trustworthy. No one.
The silence was quickly becoming uncomfortable.
Then Anubis extended his hand, palm up, and curled his
fingers inward. “Come, Dagan Krayl. You will be
judged.”
“So I’ve been told,” he muttered and loped up the
sandstone stairs, taking them two at a time. Reaching
the top, he paused, waiting for Anubis to offer instruction.
“We will begin. Speak the declarations of purity.”
Dagan’s head jerked up. He stared into the eyes of the
jackal, black and fathomless, and he said nothing. The
forty-two declarations of purity were absolute. To lie at
this point would mean his destruction, and even his
position as the old man’s firstborn wouldn’t save him.
Because Osiris was one of the few beings with
enough power to bring him down. Was that what had
happened to Lokan? Had he pissed off Osiris at one of
their meetings? Pissed him off enough to sign his own
death warrant?
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No way to know for certain. Not yet. But Dagan
meant to ensure that the tally didn’t jump totwodead
