Chapter Three
The shoulders of my formal robes itched, but I didn't want to scratch them, not with so many other priests and priestesses about. I thought I'd even spotted a god, but they'd been gone before I could be sure. From the situation here, it seemed like only lesser gods would be coming themselves, everyone else had sent one of their underlings. Myself included.
I patted the leather bag containing Ma'at's offering, ensuring it was still safe. No one here would try and steal it. They all had far too much respect for the gods and their powers. But that didn't mean one of the unconnected humans crewing the boat wouldn't try. And I was sure that a solid gold feather would be quite the prize for anyone who could get their hands on it.
"I did promise we'd meet again," a deep voice sai
