The goddess took on a new face almost as if in reaction to the slaughter. From horned cow to fiery lioness. She cast her fiery parts to earth to destroy sinners. Balls of burning debris attacked the land. Scorching heat blew down in strange winds, gusting breaths from the celestial being. Who were the sinners? Those who loved her or those who feared her? Those who stayed or those who fled? Those who understood or those who did not?
The sun god Ra had sent her from his fire, with the murderous orders, the priests had proclaimed.
Khuni had escaped the wrath of Sinuhe, who had turned his fury to the goddess worshipers. “We gathered the blood of the sainted victims to offer to the goddess. She approached and saw the vast quantities that had been prepared for her. She saw herself reflected in the red pools. She looked lovely. She drank the blood. Then she became drunk and wobbled in the sky. The earth joined her in a terrible dance. Her long fiery tail became separated from her head. The tail broke apart sending flying fiery darts to earth. Her drunken behavior interrupted her mission of death,” Khuni mused. “Sinuhe will be converted. He will realize that our actions saved the people.”
The goddess closely began passing over the earth eclipsing the sun.
She took more victims to her though fire and her tumbling of quake-loosened rubble onto victims according to happenstance. Cries of grief mingled with the frenzied musicians’ efforts and the dancers’ bells.
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