Meanwhile:
Reder had scoured the city of Poker since before the arrival and parking of the Mobile-Mastaba, and he had finally found it.
The Funerary Complex of The Lord of The Two Lands Ha'enre (Looks like Ra), Son of Ra Ibkare (The Heart of Ra's Soul), Justified in His Voice (Egyptianese for "Dead"), the old Pharaoh and Lord of the Two Lands Shemanira's predecessor.
Reder found the offering niche and the false door on the eastern side of the temple, and, thankfully, a handy-dandy little guide to the voice- offering, which he had nearly forgotten by now, despite Two-Ka's assiduous instruction while on route there.
He knelt, and, with a jar of unguents in each hand, began to speak:
"I repeated favor before the king, a true king's advisor beloved of him who does what the king favors during the course of every day. I have come from my town, I have descended from my district, I am one who says what is good, and what the director of the king's advisors loves. I do not denounce a man to his superior, I do not command a beating for a man of mine. I have fed the hungry, clothed the naked, ferried the boatless in my own bark. The king's sole companion, his true servant of his affection, one foremost of position in the house of his lord, an official great of his heart, one who knows the desire of his lord, one who follows him on all his journeys. The master of secrets of Amun-Ra in any place of his, His person assigned to me a great seal in pure amethyst, and advanced my heart more than my forefathers who existed before me. I conducted the great procession, following the god at his travels: I cleared the ways of the god to him tomb at the forefront of Poker, that I may give him:"
Reder took a breath.
"An offering which the king gives to Osiris, lord of Abydos, great god of the West who is on all his god and pure thrones, that he might give a voice- offering of bread and beer, ox and fowl, alabaster and linen: all things good and pure on which a god might live for the Ka of the Lord of the Two Lands Ha'enre Son of Ra Ibkare, beloved of the gods, justified in his voice."
"An offering which the king gives to Anubis, who is on his mountain, who is in Wet, that he might give a voice-offering of a thousand of bread and beer, a thousand of ox and fowl, a thousand of incense and unguents on which a god might live for the Ka of the revered one before the Great God, Lord of the Two Lands Ha'enre Son of Ra Ibkare, justified in his voice."
"An offering which the king gives to Wepwawet, lord of the sacred land, that he might give a voice-offering of the required offerings: thousands of bread and beer and everything good and pure on which a god lives at the month-festival, at the half-month festival, the Weg festival and the Thoth festival, and the festival of the god's boat-journey to Poker, for the revered one, Lord of the Two Lands Ha'enre Son of Ra Ibkare, the Great God, justified in his voice."
"An offering which the king gives--"
"Reder--"
"Yes, sir?"
"Can it, will you?"
Reder looked up to find Ha'enre standing cross-armed in the false door, staring down at him. He wasn't cross-armed for any reason of anger or annoyance: nay, rather, he was cross-armed because that's how he happened to be wrapped up after he had died. The mummified ex-pharaoh hopped down onto the offering platform, hopping his only real means for locomotion for the moment. In fact, it was only die to Reder's keen sense of hearing that he was able to make any intelligible sense of the mumblings that were coming through the thick layers of bandages.
"Son of Ra!" Reder exclaimed. "You're alive! I mean, you're back."
"Of course I'm back, sole-companion, chamber-keeper, scribe. You said the voice-offering. And here I am. That's how it works, remember?"
"Merikaye didn't mention that part, Son of Ra."
"Yeah, well... what do you expect from a Wab-priest, anyhow? So, what's the big occasion, ol' Reder, ol' sole-companion?"
"The Lord of the Two Lands Shemanira, son of Ra Pehettyra is getting the LSD like Ra at the Sed-Festival today."
"The SED festival? It's been ten years? No wonder I'm starving... I swear I could eat a THOUSAND of bread and beer and a THOUSAND of ox and fowl.... you know, all that--
"Good and pure stuff on which a god lives, yes sir, Son of Ra, sir."
"Good and pure stuff on which-- yeah, you got it, Reder. Hey. Why's it taken you ten years to come back here and give me voice-offerings, anyway?"
"Oh, gee, Son of Ra, we've been really busy, out conquering the forces of chaos. You know. Spearing at fish and throwing at birds, putting the nine bows under the Pharaoh's feet."
"Mmm... I used to be pretty handy at spearing fish myself, Reder. You remember, don't you? That little spot where the Nile curves just so up near, ah... ah..."
"Cairo, sir?"
"Yeah, that's it... those were the days."
"Ahh, me. Well, anyhow, ups and at'em, sole-companion, I suppose I'd better pay my respects to the new Pharaoh."
"Oh, yes, Son of Ra." Reder hurried to his feet, tucking the pots of unguents under his arms to stand up, then remembering them. "Oh! These are for you."
"Thanks, Reder. Um... Reder?"
"Yes, sir, I'll get some scissors, sir..."
"Get some scissors, will-- thank you, Reder."
Reder had scoured the city of Poker since before the arrival and parking of the Mobile-Mastaba, and he had finally found it.
The Funerary Complex of The Lord of The Two Lands Ha'enre (Looks like Ra), Son of Ra Ibkare (The Heart of Ra's Soul), Justified in His Voice (Egyptianese for "Dead"), the old Pharaoh and Lord of the Two Lands Shemanira's predecessor.
Reder found the offering niche and the false door on the eastern side of the temple, and, thankfully, a handy-dandy little guide to the voice- offering, which he had nearly forgotten by now, despite Two-Ka's assiduous instruction while on route there.
He knelt, and, with a jar of unguents in each hand, began to speak:
"I repeated favor before the king, a true king's advisor beloved of him who does what the king favors during the course of every day. I have come from my town, I have descended from my district, I am one who says what is good, and what the director of the king's advisors loves. I do not denounce a man to his superior, I do not command a beating for a man of mine. I have fed the hungry, clothed the naked, ferried the boatless in my own bark. The king's sole companion, his true servant of his affection, one foremost of position in the house of his lord, an official great of his heart, one who knows the desire of his lord, one who follows him on all his journeys. The master of secrets of Amun-Ra in any place of his, His person assigned to me a great seal in pure amethyst, and advanced my heart more than my forefathers who existed before me. I conducted the great procession, following the god at his travels: I cleared the ways of the god to him tomb at the forefront of Poker, that I may give him:"
Reder took a breath.
"An offering which the king gives to Osiris, lord of Abydos, great god of the West who is on all his god and pure thrones, that he might give a voice- offering of bread and beer, ox and fowl, alabaster and linen: all things good and pure on which a god might live for the Ka of the Lord of the Two Lands Ha'enre Son of Ra Ibkare, beloved of the gods, justified in his voice."
"An offering which the king gives to Anubis, who is on his mountain, who is in Wet, that he might give a voice-offering of a thousand of bread and beer, a thousand of ox and fowl, a thousand of incense and unguents on which a god might live for the Ka of the revered one before the Great God, Lord of the Two Lands Ha'enre Son of Ra Ibkare, justified in his voice."
"An offering which the king gives to Wepwawet, lord of the sacred land, that he might give a voice-offering of the required offerings: thousands of bread and beer and everything good and pure on which a god lives at the month-festival, at the half-month festival, the Weg festival and the Thoth festival, and the festival of the god's boat-journey to Poker, for the revered one, Lord of the Two Lands Ha'enre Son of Ra Ibkare, the Great God, justified in his voice."
"An offering which the king gives--"
"Reder--"
"Yes, sir?"
"Can it, will you?"
Reder looked up to find Ha'enre standing cross-armed in the false door, staring down at him. He wasn't cross-armed for any reason of anger or annoyance: nay, rather, he was cross-armed because that's how he happened to be wrapped up after he had died. The mummified ex-pharaoh hopped down onto the offering platform, hopping his only real means for locomotion for the moment. In fact, it was only die to Reder's keen sense of hearing that he was able to make any intelligible sense of the mumblings that were coming through the thick layers of bandages.
"Son of Ra!" Reder exclaimed. "You're alive! I mean, you're back."
"Of course I'm back, sole-companion, chamber-keeper, scribe. You said the voice-offering. And here I am. That's how it works, remember?"
"Merikaye didn't mention that part, Son of Ra."
"Yeah, well... what do you expect from a Wab-priest, anyhow? So, what's the big occasion, ol' Reder, ol' sole-companion?"
"The Lord of the Two Lands Shemanira, son of Ra Pehettyra is getting the LSD like Ra at the Sed-Festival today."
"The SED festival? It's been ten years? No wonder I'm starving... I swear I could eat a THOUSAND of bread and beer and a THOUSAND of ox and fowl.... you know, all that--
"Good and pure stuff on which a god lives, yes sir, Son of Ra, sir."
"Good and pure stuff on which-- yeah, you got it, Reder. Hey. Why's it taken you ten years to come back here and give me voice-offerings, anyway?"
"Oh, gee, Son of Ra, we've been really busy, out conquering the forces of chaos. You know. Spearing at fish and throwing at birds, putting the nine bows under the Pharaoh's feet."
"Mmm... I used to be pretty handy at spearing fish myself, Reder. You remember, don't you? That little spot where the Nile curves just so up near, ah... ah..."
"Cairo, sir?"
"Yeah, that's it... those were the days."
"Ahh, me. Well, anyhow, ups and at'em, sole-companion, I suppose I'd better pay my respects to the new Pharaoh."
"Oh, yes, Son of Ra." Reder hurried to his feet, tucking the pots of unguents under his arms to stand up, then remembering them. "Oh! These are for you."
"Thanks, Reder. Um... Reder?"
"Yes, sir, I'll get some scissors, sir..."
"Get some scissors, will-- thank you, Reder."
