The high priest struggled to draw a deep breath. It was not so much he age as it was his desire. His enemies had been destroyed and yet he remained.
The air was thick and humid. Paks had gone with Neverlin, he had seen to that. There was no one left to hinder Ptahs rise to power. The Vessel had been discovered as were the legs of Ibis in Turan and the eyes of Derketa here in Khopshef.
One by one ships began to appear on the horizon like the backs of crocodiles rising to swallow the Styx. The army was returning home. Soon perhaps he would also.