“Only three, Holy Horus? That means one set of entrails will doubtless do for
all. Surely, a god as wise as thyself could think of more questions. Since we
have the necessary materials it is a shame to waste them. It's been so long…”

“Three, nevertheless, are all the questions I have for the entrail-oracle."

“Very well, then,” sighs Freydag. “In that case, we shall use his,” and he
indicates with his blade one gray-bearded man whose dark eyes are fixed upon his
own. “Boltag is the name.”

“You know him?”

macbook# grep -ni 'thou art' 'Creatures of Light and Darkness.txt'
2548:“Yes, mighty Typhon. Thou art the only god whom I worship.”
2800:admittance to any who may call himself Horus. How do I know but that thou art an
2826:”Thou art truly Horus?” he asks.
2872:“Thou art indeed Horus,” he agrees. “What may I do for thee?”
2907:thou art anxious.”
4213:“But thou art my brother,” says the Prince. “At least, we’d the same mother.”
5952:“Thou art Horus?”
5977:however, attempt to comfort thee, seeing that thou art distraught.”