"Jackal, not a dog. Probably multiple gods or different aspects of the same body, with the crocodile being most revered," he said absently. Eva hovered around his shoulder briefly, keeping an awkward foot or so between them while trying to get a closer look, before trailing back towards the table, then the crack. Daniel barely noticed. His fingers traced the minute cracks in the ceramic. It felt perfectly smooth. The cracks, while visible, didn't even register. The shape and dimensions were one to one with the same relics found back on Earth.
Daniel held the jar up to the light, turning it in his hands. Not quite enough light to make out the inscriptions. "It's a canopic jar. These were used during mummification by the Ancient Egyptians, namely to store specific human organs."
Wandering away from the table, eyes only on the find, Daniel stepped out into the room's open space, closer to the window. He held it up again. There, better. Sure enough, Ancient Egyptian writing graced the sides. It took him a second to get the basic gist: the writing was similar but not quite the same as the writing back home. It wasn't quite what he'd expected from a funerary object. Something about the nameless owner being erased from history, which was weird, because why bother going through all the trouble of the jars if you were essentially condemning someone to the worst death.
"The practice of using the four sons of Horus on the seal really only came about during the late Eighteenth Dynasty. I think this Duamutef, who protected the stomach. You don't see the significance of finding this here?"
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Daniel held the jar up to the light, turning it in his hands. Not quite enough light to make out the inscriptions. "It's a canopic jar. These were used during mummification by the Ancient Egyptians, namely to store specific human organs."
Wandering away from the table, eyes only on the find, Daniel stepped out into the room's open space, closer to the window. He held it up again. There, better. Sure enough, Ancient Egyptian writing graced the sides. It took him a second to get the basic gist: the writing was similar but not quite the same as the writing back home. It wasn't quite what he'd expected from a funerary object. Something about the nameless owner being erased from history, which was weird, because why bother going through all the trouble of the jars if you were essentially condemning someone to the worst death.
"The practice of using the four sons of Horus on the seal really only came about during the late Eighteenth Dynasty. I think this Duamutef, who protected the stomach. You don't see the significance of finding this here?"