A slight frown shadowed her smooth brow, a momentary doubt that she was ready for this.
“I must not doubt, I must not waver,” she told herself sternly, for she had seen that in the instant that she doubted herself the image in the mirror lost strength and power.
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On her return to Khemet after the war with Nubia, the stone-scribes carved her praises on the great southern pylons at Ipet-Esut.
I am satisfied with my victories. Thou hast placed every rebellious land under my sandals. Every land which thy serpent-diadem has bound, bears gifts. Thou hast strengthened the fear of me: their limbs tremble. I have seized them in victory according to thy command. They are my subjects. They come to me doing obeisance, and all countries bow their heads. Horus of Pure Gold, King of Upper and
