In all honesty… I had not the slightest clue on how I was going to find out the truth. I assumed it would be in the records somewhere…
But when I walked into the records room, I couldn’t believe it.
My father was very good at keeping a record of absolutely everything he did.
He recorded everything from the important decisions he made in court to the height of the Nile every month.
The more important things he’d have carved into large stones.
But everything else would be written on scrolls and organized in the records room.
And… since my father recorded everything… there was a lot to go through.
Mountains of scrolls filled the record room. There were maybe thousands. All of them were thick scrolls, rolled up tightly and neatly. The newer ones looked fresh and opened up easily... the
