Qebhet shook her head, smiling. "No, it's no secret. Duat is... I suppose you could call it our underworld. It's a perilous place for the unprepared. The path is filled with obstacles and gates guarded by fearsome beasts. You may have heard of the Book of the Dead?" She glanced across at Luna. "Any who could afford it were buried with such texts. They were like guidebooks; they gave the dead the knowledge to pass through safely. Then at the end of the path is the Hall of Truth, and the weighing of the heart." And Qebhet, with her clay pitcher and cleansing water.