Qebhet fell into step beside her. "We call it Sekhet-A'aru," she said. "The Field of Reeds. It's like... a more perfect mirror of this world. Well, of my part of the world." Like the Nile Delta in springtime, only in A'aru the rushes grew taller, the water flowed clearer, the sky was bluer than ever it had been in the mortal world. And when the moon shone upon that heavenly river, the light that played on the surface glittered like molten stardust. "A soul that passes through the trials of Duat and the judgement of the Scales is brought there to live in peace and plenty, gods and mortals side-by-side."