“What if the allirhinotiger is still there?” whispered the Justin, peeking over a dune.
“Amemet will stay away as long as you’re with me.” Ptah stepped over him and descended to the riverbank. “She and I have had words before. I think you dropped this.”
The Justin ran down eagerly to claim the battered and muddy Martin. “I can’t believe Stevie didn’t take it!” he exclaimed. “All right. I’ve got you, I’ve got my axe–time we blew this afterlife!”
“There’s something I must teach you before you go,” said Ptah, and the Justin was too happy to notice his implication.