"Please, wait."

A tiny voice, soft and fair. We look down together, our power gathering. It is the small one who made this journey with us. She is afraid, her body trembling, but there is nothing damaged in her. Could it be? Have we found one whose spirit is pure who is not a child of Atum, but a witch?

Speak. She shivers as our voices command her together, though we address her with kindness.

"We aren't perfect." She draws a breath, finds her feet, faces us with ...