Kyra stepped out of the great hall of light within her head and took her course among the growing number of visible stars.
Khu-ren was waiting for her. He too was in the Silence — reaching out to her.
* * * *
Meanwhile, in Egypt, Userhet had left Guiron alone to puzzle out the hieroglyphics on a long strip of papyrus. The scribe had only half finished his work on this particular version of the spells for the Coming Forth by Day. These were being prepared for the tomb of the pharaoh Hatshepsut, the woman who had made herself ruler of Egypt when she should have been regent for her stepson, Thutmose. The papyrus would be buried with her, so that she would have the magic of the words to help her on her journey through the Duat, the Underworld, the long Night of the Dead, before she was give
