Horus keeps waving us over. “Come closer, it’s time to pick a new game.”
Camilla and I join the group of minions who surround him. All seem to hang on his every word.
Up close, Horus appears even drunker than I thought. Here I am, his father’s best friend, and Horus doesn’t even notice.
“I have an idea.” As Horus speaks, he visibly wobbles from foot to foot. “How about we have another swimming competition?” While the staircase was solid, most of the chamber here is more gelatinous. Horus marches over to a nearby wall and sets his arm directly into the water wall. “Feels warm enough to me.”
His minions beam with joy.
“Yes, a swim,” says one.
“Love this idea,” adds a second.
“I’ll go first,” cries a third.
Horus steps away. “On second thought, I’m tired of coming up with all the idea
