10/16/2026, 12:10 PM
Mourners, beheld with eyes, oblations, carried by teeth. Oxen, geese, pomegranate, and feathers. Amulets in the eye of Horus, and the ankh, aromatics, ointments, shabtis clawed in clay, and long lengths of blooming blue lotus. Everything efficacious against immoderate grief of a final farewell. Eset had taken up the delegation willingly, making it something other than servitude, if her body was yet learning this distinction.
She is near to the wab, to lift what needs holding, following when he moves. She does not know whether his life has made him weary of sorrow. He is held alongside Tavina in her prayers.
Ahead is Setemhotep, who looks nearly to breaking— oh. He loved her. Eset knows, she can see. Love, in all its complicated, unimaginable contortions.
Pharaoh’s suffering is plain. Almost forbidden it is, to witness.
Eset’s voice rises in the hymn.
May Osiris guide them home.
She is near to the wab, to lift what needs holding, following when he moves. She does not know whether his life has made him weary of sorrow. He is held alongside Tavina in her prayers.
Ahead is Setemhotep, who looks nearly to breaking— oh. He loved her. Eset knows, she can see. Love, in all its complicated, unimaginable contortions.
Pharaoh’s suffering is plain. Almost forbidden it is, to witness.
Eset’s voice rises in the hymn.
May Osiris guide them home.
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