"If we have lots of time, we can keep him neutral by adjusting between church spending allocations that we think are equally favorable for Osirion but vary in their Goodness. If we have a moderate amount of time, sure, we find an unwanted baby. If it's an emergency he'd just kill someone."

"I suppose there's all those people around willing to die for the crown ready to hand."

"At first this sounded like a more complicated version of the Christian afterlife deal but this level of gaming the system is tonally off, at least the Christians dress that up a bit and are only ever trying for more goodness."

"Speaking of your Timothy being murdery should we maybe not all wait here with you in case we're assumed to be hostage takers?"

"He's to my knowledge never killed anyone at all!"

"Well, he, like, makes laws and stuff, right, and they get enforced -"

"Yes. I just - don't want people imagining he habitually slaughters the servants or aspires to be the pharaoh Akhenaten or something. I think it's safe enough to have you here, as they ought to contact me first, but anyone feeling risk-averse could go back in."

"We don't know if his resurrection magic would work on all of us normally," Isun points out, tugging Kimli back in. Most everyone considers this a fairly compelling argument and follows.

And after a bit he gets a Message. "They're here," he says cheerfully to Ismat and Khalil, and "everything's fine, calm down, seems unrelated to Osirion" to the invisible messenger, and shortly after that a large number of people cease being invisible and head over to check the three of them for magical hazards or curses or mind control or whatever else.

"We figured out after a while we'd landed under some wards that might've been throwing you off, glad that was all."

"Abadar said you were safe and there wouldn't be more but I think most of us mere mortals were still a bit on edge."

"There's for some reason a bunch of people here who are other planets' own versions of me and Merenre and my brother, plus the household of the Merenre who's hosting."

"We're usually married!" he says, sounding awfully pleased about this. "At least when we're human or nearly human."

"Three times of five! And one of the remaining two the Merenre is dead! Can anyone here fix that, by the by."

"How long has he been dead?"

"I don't think we have any idea."

"We could go ask, I can go tell them that our retinue will not murder them all and see if you can be invited."

The guards look slightly twitchy about her going off again. 

"I think it's a good idea," he says mildly, which settles it.

Off she goes. She comes back with Miranda (and a house elf, in spite of her assurances about how nonmurdery the guards are today).

"Hello, welcome to the Way estate, do you all want to come in?"

They glance at Merenre. 

"If it's convenient," he says. "We can do more planning and maybe restore the one who's a ghost."

"This way - you need to kind of believe there's a house there before you'll be able to see it -"

They seem entirely unstartled by this and are soon able to find the house and follow her.

"Merenre's retinue, these are - in clusters by planet starting with the Merenre alt, then the Ismat alt, then the Khalil alt - Kantil, Isama, and Klimati isn't here yet; the ghost, Isun, and Kimli; Caranth, Ismea, and Eskillimi," (Eskillimi is now demorphed and too tired to remorph again; Ismea still looks like Isama), "Aaron, Susannah, and Kitty. Hala over there is Kantil and Isama's first child, Ana over there is her cousin by Kantil's second-oldest brother Makel, I'm Aaron's sister-in-law by way of his next younger brother Minor, over there, and that's Karen, who is the oldest brother Timothy's girlfriend. We don't know why they're all here either. Questions?"

"They were wondering how long the dead one had been dead. If it's less than a decade we have a spell we can try and as long as it's less than a century we can probably arrange it with more effort."