He found himself in a dim chamber, knowing his body was being prepared. The single torch illuminated Osiris in his throne; nearby sat Thoth, with the tools of a scribe. In front stood a large scale: one pan held justice, the feather of Ma'at; waiting under the other was the creature Ammit, ready to gobble the heavy heart. His heart was placed on the scale. It's weight would decide his fate; would he be welcomed into the Fields of Hetep and Iaru, or be devoured? After teetering for a nerve-racking moment, they balanced. He had passed the judgment.