Khonshu took the invitation almost greedy, but quickly found there wasn't too much else to admire. There were similar pieces to the dark one Khonshu had been given, but also several of women -- no, it was the same woman, just in variations.

"I see," said Khonshu, his head cocked -- birdlike -- as he flipped between the pictures of the woman. Whether she was an attachment to Ra or to his mortal form, he could not be certain. These, he would not take. They were intimate in a way which did not belong to him. It would be best not to invade this idea; it would only serve to bother him.

He handed the book back, and he kept only his image of the sun. "Balance," he added, belatedly remarking on the explanation he was given. "Sunlight and moonlight."