10/3/2025, 4:12 PM
and i would be glad of hers,khaemwaset said with much feeling, his appetite stilled for now. the golden eyes moved in the direction of their heat-forbidden obelisk, and he sighed, its sound ending in a frustrated grating.
i have been dreaming of the palace, setemhotep. of all three. i can see my mother in the red rooms that belong only to pharaoh. i can hear the echoing songs of priests in muat-riya. i can taste in my mouth the sand as i was pulled up with neith from the Duat.
faraway, that gilt stare of pharaoh.
at last he blinked, his smile holding a coldness he did not move to hide.
make yourself useful to jakten, yes. they may ask for you again, and for your skill there will be tribute.he settled over his food.
what did you learn of their ways and their women?asked pharaoh with a growing interest, hunger returned as he began upon the waterfowl.
small bones were mouthed out, and he made a neat pile of them beside the bits of fig uneaten. sapair's words came back, and khaemwaset was only just able to hold them away.