"Curiosity?" Scoffed Bast.

"Curiosity," stated Set as he placed the small gold box on the table.

"Really? Do you find me that predictable?" She purred.

"It is not a question of predictability. It is a simple matter of knowing your true nature. You can not resist." He shifted back in his chair.

"If I should resist?"

"You won't."

"Still, I don't think I like being underestimated by the likes of you."

"Underestimated?" He let a smile appear briefly on his lips.

"Yes, to hear you speak, you would think I'm incapable of resisting temptation."

"Are you?"

Bast stretched her arms above her head. It was a calculated, seductive move. "Of course. Can you say the same?"

Set's grin widened. "Shall we put that to the test?"

"What do you mean?"

"You've no doubt noticed the gold box?"

"It's caught my eye." She confessed.

"Would you like to know what's inside?"

"That's not fair…"

"Of course it's not, but it is a test."

"And if I resist?"

"My true name," replied Set.

"You have that much faith?" Her expression revealed her surprise at the seriousness of his wager.

"One year and a day, but you must keep the box with you at all times."

"And if I fail?"

"Ah, but you won't, will you?"

"Bastard."

Set laughed as he rose from his chair.

Bast sat staring at the gold box, until the sound of Set's amusement faded from her chamber. Then with quick grace she reached out and seized the container, her fingers gently prying its lid from its body.

Inside was a small piece of papyrus.

Bored already, Bast reached for another goblet of milk.