Lucian laughed. “Superstition for tourists.”
“She tried to ascend,” Cleopatra Selene said softly. “Not to Rome’s heaven. Her own. She melted her diadem, her bracelets, even the gold from Antony’s sword. She forged a mirror —a concave disk of pure gold, inscribed with the names of forty-two judges of the Duat. If you stand before it at the rising of Sirius, the gold doesn’t reflect your face. It reflects your name in the stars.”
Lucian looked out the window. The Nile slid past, dark and patient, older than any queen.
Lucian laughed. “Superstition for tourists.”
“She tried to ascend,” Cleopatra Selene said softly. “Not to Rome’s heaven. Her own. She melted her diadem, her bracelets, even the gold from Antony’s sword. She forged a mirror —a concave disk of pure gold, inscribed with the names of forty-two judges of the Duat. If you stand before it at the rising of Sirius, the gold doesn’t reflect your face. It reflects your name in the stars.” private gold cleopatra
Lucian looked out the window. The Nile slid past, dark and patient, older than any queen. Lucian laughed
