Fragment I.

Fragment I.

These are for thee, oh, my son—thou, whom, in my blind and selfish desire for revenge, I have so cruelly wronged. Perchance, in years to come—if our holy mother Isis will allow thee to make atonement for thy father's sin by devoting thyself to her service—thy footsteps might lead thee here; then thou wilt find these, my last thoughts, my final prayer, before jackal-headed Anubis guides my soul to the judgment seat of Osiris, the most high, who rules the day.

Read this, my son, and perchance, when thou hast read, a tear will fall from thine eye-lid, and thy lips may frame a pardon instead of a curse.

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