Leaving the Nile behind, Camilla and I march deep into the desert. A cloudless sky arches overhead. Fierce sunlight burns onto the sands and our bodies. As we leave the river father behind, the air turns so dry, I can almost picture the moisture wicking from my skin.
Camilla pulls out her tablet and brushes her fingers across it. “I have coordinates for the Palace of Akhet, but they don’t seem to work for some reason.”
“Isis and Osiris cast the cloaking spells on this part of the desert. No one can find the place, unless they already know where it is.”
“How do you know the way?” Camilla shields her eyes with her hand while she scans the landscape.
“Osiris taught me the trick centuries ago. There’s a slight rise to the horizon over there.” I gesture toward the spot in question. “The Pal
