In his Horian form, the blessed one offers a long salutation to Osiris that uses the expression: “O Osiris, I am thy son Horus. I have come to…” then enumerates all the benefits that he reserves for his august father.

The hawser was as taut as a bowstring, and the current so strong she pulled upon her anchor. All around the hull, in the blackness, the rippling current bubbled and chattered like a little mountain stream.

“Lewis again. The boy cannot get over our breakup. He's like this little puppy dog that follows me around, and it's just driving me cray-cray.”

A few other topics of general interest were introduced by Mr. Brooke and wet-blanketed by Mrs. Brooke, and conversation languished.