“You want to write,” the stranger said.
He smiled. “Tell the child, one day, that her name was written by a man who loved words more than the world.” hieroglyph pro
So he took his reed. He mixed his own blood with Nile water and soot. On a small limestone flake—an ostracon—he carved the child’s name: Neferet-neb (“Beautiful is her Lord,” a common name, but to this child, the only name). “You want to write,” the stranger said