who sat in the corner, still as death.
The High Reverend wet his lips, his expression distraught. “May I speak with you alone?”
Gahiji almost laughed in surprise. He could not recall such a request, not in all the long years he had been
Sutekh’s most loyal servant.
His expression one of commiseration and regret,
Sutekh murmured, “You are in the presence of my son
and my trusted servant. They are as the thumb and
forefinger of my right hand. Speak freely. Know they
will never betray what they hear.” He paused. “Would
you have me insult their honor by sending them from
me?” Words kindly spoken, laced with the promise of
terrifying retribution should insult be made.
The High Reverend paled, swallowed, and began to
speak, and as he revealed the layers of his knowledge,
Gahiji was hard-pressed not to betray his surprise.
They had a plan, these mortals of the cult of Setnakht.
One that might well succeed.
“Now, if it pleases you, Master,” said Abasi, his tone
growing more confident with the telling, “let me share
with you my knowledge of the Daughters of Aset.”
Again, Gahiji masked his surprise. The Daughters
of Aset were Sutekh’s ancient enemies, as were Aset
herself, and her husband, Osiris.
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“It pleases me,” Sutekh replied with a negligent
wave of his hand, and he leaned back on his throne as
Abasi began to speak.
CHAPTER TWO
Chicago, Illinois
