Ascension of Isis

“Did you find it?” Horus asked.

Isis thought of the beautiful box, gold and cedar, inlaid with lapis lazuli and agate. She thought of the limbs and joints, muscles and sinews and bones, broken apart like puzzle pieces and laid gently on a cushion of linens and silks in that box.

She thought of the dark tomb, dug furtively on the sands, where the box had been lowered in the dead of night.

“No,” Isis said. “Osiris is gone forever.” Screaming in the underworld, in the afterlife.

Horus gazed up at the empty throne. After a few moments, Isis sat.