People stride toward me across the courtyard. As they close in, I realize these are the same priests and priestesses who lived here while Osiris was alive. The women wear shift dresses and plaited wigs. The men have shaved heads, bare chests and linen kilts.
I smile, remembering all these names and faces from years ago. The chief priest, Mezi, pauses before me.
“We didn’t expect you back during daylight,” he announces.
“Daylight?” I ask. “What do you mean?”
“Ah.” Mezi chuckles. “We’re pretending you didn’t break into the treasury.”
I’m not sure what Mezi’s talking about, but that isn’t so unusual. There are always strange things happening in the palace.
“I’m here to see Isis,” I offer.
Mezi nods. “And you’ve brought an agent of Set with you.”
“She’s here under my protection,” I sta
