there were few moments in which khaemwaset was forced to look up at a woman. his time among the first meeting with jakten had been a series of such, and he had devoted to mind each detail of the tall northerners. it took an eyeblink before he was able to perceive the contours of a familiar figure in the shadows, sungilt stare picking out the snowy locks, the punctuations of red, the dark sweep beneath the knowing gaze.
were you? asked pharaoh lightly, surprised in spite of himself. greatness and beauty occupies many a mind. was it that of the queen which remained in your thoughts? pharaoh teased.
all notions of a white stag had gone from his head. he saw into the amber eyes, the long limbs stretched on the grass, the pretty sloping shoulders. his shadowed back was straight as he sat beside this wolf of jakten's own, wondering if he should place her into his mind as nobility.