that?”
Eagerly, they nodded and voiced their agreement.
He waited only for that, their clear and unwavering agreement.
Then he had Gahiji write the terms in the large book
that stood open on a pedestal in the very center of the
great, airy room. Sutekh was very particular that every
detail be recorded. He had no wish to rob them in the
end. He liked to be fair. It was important to him to be
fair.
So Gahiji wrote in neat, legible script in the book
that was bound in human skin treated with tannin and
turned to leather. The pages were parchment made of
more of the same. But that was a secret, known only
to Sutekh and Gahiji. A little shared joke between
them.
Each in turn, the supplicants slumped in relief as the
record was written. They had not achieved the specific
goal they came for—a return to the life they had left
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behind—but they had achievedsomething.They
always seemed to find that uplifting. Perhaps it made
them think the afterlife in the Underworld would not
be so very bad.
When Sutekh held out his hand, they came close to
take it. They were always so pathetically grateful.
Until he opened his jaws, let them unhinge like the
jaws of a snake, and swallowed the supplicant’s soul
whole, doing exactly what he said he would do, keeping that soul as close to him as could be. Of course,
they never suspected he meant to truly make them part