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hundred years back. Pretty much when he’d started
hatching Machiavellian plots of his own, but on a far
less grand scale. For him, it wasn’t about politics and
power. It was about fun.
Live long enough, and any day that provided entertainment was a day worth waking up for.
Actually, the only one who’d followed the twists and
turns of Sutekh’s mind and machinations had been
Lokan. He’d found the politics of the Underworld fascinating.
Mal had been happy to leave his brother to it. They
all had. And Lokan had seemed happy to be left to it.
So what the fuck had happened? How had Lokan
ended up dead, with Sutekh the All Powerful unable to
finger the perpetrator?
That question underpinned Mal’s main reason for
heading to Osiris as a hostage. If anyone was a prime
suspect, it was Osiris, or possibly his sister/wife, Aset.
Either way, a visit to Osiris’s territory might provide
clues.
His previous opportunity to glean information had
been lost when Dagan took his place at the scale in the
Hall of Two Truths. He didn’t intend to let a second
chance slip by unused.
“What are you expecting I’ll learn?” Mal asked, just
to see if Sutekh would reveal even a hint of his thoughts.
Not fucking likely, but always worth a try. Nothing
ventured, nothing gained. “Osiris won’t even be there.”
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Osiris would be with Sutekh and the others, meeting
on neutral ground on the far side of the river Styx.
