one by one, they stood! they spoke! khaemwaset was not able to keep the glimmer of pride from his face as one by one these denizens of sand and avatars of the gods pledged themselves to the throne and to satriya.
firstly the oryx, who received a searching look and a laugh at these mention of flowers. a gilded knife! he exclaimed, pleased that his sister had such a protector, ready to slip to threatening flesh. the horns of the man were spectacular.
the cobra spoke next, and he inclined his ear in a stalwart nod. your teeth hold an ancient heka. beware all those who might harm divinity. yes. neferseba had been guarded indeed.
to the first lion, a tall beast cast in twilight hues, he lifted his head with an ascertaining light. a handmaid in so powerful a body must be in possession of a keener mind. surely our sister was truly blessed to have the strength of the desert sands at her back while she slumbered.
and lastly, the crimson-blue of a proudly maned lion, counterpart to osiris. i find myself intrigued as to what lessons you may teach to us, even unto myself. i look forward to listening. thank you for leading azora to us, osiris, uttered pharaoh, and swept them all with a solemn eye of gratitude that became amusement once more.
welcome! he laughed. i want to hear your greatest stories all evening. and a hunt! at once he wanted to be bounding through the reeds among the lion and the cobra and the oryx.