Even Khonsu was ordered to go, though he put up an argument.

Khonsu held his blocking position for what seemed like forever.

Khonsu had no illusions as to why he'd been taken on this mission.

Now Khonsu was through their line, covering the entrance to the chamber.

To his left sat Khonsu, the hawk-headed god of the moon.

He was Khonsu the killer, trained in the arts of silent death.

Khonsu knew better than to touch the thread that bore his weight.

She certainly hadn't put him on his feet because man-mountain Khonsu was getting tired.

Khonsu waited until the first of the fellahin reached him.

Khonsu knew that every second would count when they arrived on Abydos.

The figure twisted convulsively as Khonsu brought him down across his left knee.

Their child Khonsu also accompanied them on this journey.

The spine cracked, and Khonsu broke the neck for good measure as the body dropped.

Khonsu is the god of the moon and the moonlight in Egyptian mythology.

The voice of Khonsu seemed to come from the rift of the mine itself.

He was sometimes considered an adult form of Khonsu, and was increasingly absorbed by him.

Khonsu was instrumental in the creation of new life in all living creatures.

The sarcophagus of his son Khonsu dominates the room.

Khonsu's leader didn't give them a chance to re-cover.

Khonsu and Neb each did the same, finding a suitable belay.

Khonsu ignored the furor, guarding the only entrance to the chamber.

Khonsu had been remorselessly drilled in the ship's deck layout.

They invite Khonsu, the moon god, who can add more time into the night, but they have to gamble for it.

The next chamber housed the sacred barque of Khonsu.

Khonsu caught him by the scruff of his cloak and hauled him back.