"So, you were forgotten, rotting away in a small village in the middle of nowhere," Meryt-Neith shrugged and tried to look nonchalant. "I always wondered why Mut-Bity never brought you back once the great disease was over. But maybe she realised you were not wanted. The ugly pale daughter of a demon, that's how they speak of you here. I thought you'd better know it, for your own good, of course. Stay safe within these walls and don't venture outside. Perhaps you could make yourself useful by weaving linen."
At that she rose and walked off, down the stairs, leaving Shuet staring after her in disbelief.
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