Morgaine and the shabti

In the first part I was racing around in this tomb, looking for secret knowledge. SR was there but he was relatively clueless, whereas I had the sword and dagger of Morgaine. Both were hilted in a translucent purple stuff that was stronger than it looked. The dagger hilt was in a flower shape, the sword hilt was abstract. The tomb was full of books.

Eventually I found what I needed and escaped past a turbaned orisha who was smoking a cigar. She could have stopped me but didn't.

Then I was the shabti who I (as the adventurer) had resurrected using what I found out in the tomb. We were in Egypt. I was fairly independent and knew a bunch of magic, including a spell that had taught me English and some things I needed to know about modern life. We decided that I could be hidden well as a tour guide talking about ancient Egypt, or as someone advertising ancient Egyptian makeup techniques - hidden in plain sight, in other words. Though I was warned not to make the folds on my kilt too perfect, because no one knows how to do that anymore.

Actually, I'm kind of amazed that I got any sleep at all. No more caffeine for you, LadyA. (It made sense to test it, since I've been drinking kombucha every day. But clearly any amount of black tea is too much.) But I am more grateful for my cats when I have insomnia than at any other time. Even Pretzel, the hooligan, laid next to me quietly with purrs and nuzzling.

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OCTOBER WINDS
(Bill Staines)

Tomatoes on my windowsill, well they go from green to red.
Some are in the garden still - the frost it's got the bed.
We've apples in the presses now, and cider in the pails.
The grey geese fly beside the clouds and the hunters have the trails.

I'll tie a red bandana 'round that old sleepy dog of mine
To try and keep her safe and sound; the shotgun pellets whine.
My supply of fuel, it's pretty good - we've worked all summer long
And one last robin in the wood has left us with this song.

Get out, get out that garden rake, it seems it's in the cards
That every windblown leafy shade is now in your backyard.
Pull on that old blue wooly coat that keeps you from the chill,
October winds have come to town and summer's o'er the hill.
October winds have come to town and summer's o'er the hill.

There's hay stacked high up in the loft and feed corn in the bin.
The cattle gather 'round the trough and the crops have all come in.
You whisper to yourself alone, "Lord, how the seasons fly."
When birds have taken wing and flown across the morning sky.

Get out, get out that garden rake, it seems it's in the cards
That every windblown leafy shade is now in your backyard.
Pull on that old blue wooly coat that keeps you from the chill,
October winds have come to town, and summer's o'er the hill.
October winds have come to town, and summer's o'er the hill.