The hawser was as taut as a bowstring, and the current so strong she pulled upon her anchor. All around the hull, in the blackness, the rippling current bubbled and chattered like a little mountain stream.

A few other topics of general interest were introduced by Mr. Brooke and wet-blanketed by Mrs. Brooke, and conversation languished.

“Lewis again. The boy cannot get over our breakup. He's like this little puppy dog that follows me around, and it's just driving me cray-cray.”

In his Horian form, the blessed one offers a long salutation to Osiris that uses the expression: “O Osiris, I am thy son Horus. I have come to…” then enumerates all the benefits that he reserves for his august father.