the rocks work as hard as the stars, to be what they are
"What would you think the benefit of that is?" The Voice wondered, looking to Amun. "Is there anything you think I might say, over and above what you might? What any of you might?" She glanced around. The Voice was unlike the other gods in this way, that she wasn't some trump card to be played. What was honest and forthright with her children, and in that respect, they could easily speak on behalf of their kin without needing to conjure her up.
But then, perhaps Amun had something else in mind?
But then, perhaps Amun had something else in mind?