Set lifted an eyebrow as he watched Horus turn back and walk back over. Unexpected, he thought. Highly unexpected. The only civil thing that he and Horus had ever managed to do in all their years had been crown the pharaohs.

"I left the desert to you after the Ottomans overtook Egypt," he said. Being the god of foreigners in a captive nation had been...uncomfortable, to say the least. He received no tributes, in fact exactly the opposite. "South first, and then to Europe, and finally to the New World. I live in New York these days." He paused. "And you?" he asked.