A priestess of Osiris who keeps the vigil for the dead going west. She has the calm of someone who talks to the dead every evening and expects them to answer.
The dead go west more cheerfully now. They say a living soul is walking the hours ahead of them, clearing the road. They say it's very rude, and they're very grateful.
Butehamun, the necropolis scribe, has been asking for anyone who goes west. He thinks his wife is haunting him. He may be right.
When the sun comes up on time again, I'll know you've done it. I'm watching the east.
The sun came up on time this morning. On time! I cried. The whole temple cried. Ikhernofret banged his drum until we took it off him.
The dead go west singing now. The ferryman sent up a message: 'Tell the living one I saw where they went. Good.'
