The Cult
Maat's worship was everywhere and had almost no address of her own — which is her point. No great temple city bore her name; instead every temple contained a Hall of Maat, every ritual balanced against her standard, and from the New Kingdom onward the vizier of Egypt carried the title priest of Maat, the state's chief judge administering justice in her name. The king's daily offering of Maat — a small figure of the kneeling goddess, or her feather, presented up to the god — is painted wall after wall from the Eighteenth Dynasty on, the monarch literally handing order back to its source. In the tomb, the tribunal of the afterlife sat as forty-two judges, each addressed by name in spell 125 of the Book of the Dead; the weighing of the heart was her procedure, run by Anubis, recorded by Thoth, enforced by Ammit. No priesthood owned her exclusively: every Egyptian who could say 'I have done Maat' was her votary.


