章 92: A Small Feast

"HOW LONG DO YOU THINK they have being here, exactly that way?"

"Five hundred years, give or take." Rosa replied Aya. "To think they buried themselves in with her is a cause for both worry and faith. I don't know which is best to consider. One on end, I admire the monks decision to commit life and death. On the other end, it's pretty stupid to suffocate to death for one who is already gone. I wonder what they were thinking in the final moments of their death."

"—probably that their knees hurt so much," said Rafel, and everyone laughed.

"Ugh! Please can we get to the sarcophagus. The air is ripe."

Ravenna held up a gloved hand to her nose. Sekhmet admired her etiquette a moment. The young lady was often randy in her ways, not boyish, just wild. Lifting the lid on the jewelled tomb showed the others just how much [Divine] strength Sekhmet had coursing through her veins.

She tossed the hard granite and silver like a paper weight. Everyone peered in.