pharaoh had not heard these things before. they intrigued and astonished him, but there was no kernel of disbelief in the god. i went away on the emissary duties of a crown prince early. i overstepped much knowledge of this sort in order to pursue Ma’at.
a wry look took pharaoh's face now, became pleased and silken. there has been only the god-queen. now you say more is coming to us, sesh?
after his swim and this rush of powerful emotion, khaemwaset was hungry. but he did not want to stop, he did not want to send for a meal or do anything to break the line of his talk with setemhotep. the hunger of his body did not outweigh this abrupt ravening in his mind, to consume all that was to be known, the things he had foregone in order to set their futures.
lest, thought Horus, he lose the nerve, feel this sudden tinge of unsurety pressing at the gilt boundaries of himself.
he did not like the amorphous idea of men. there were none worthy to look upon merneith and only one helmed to answer the call of this cycle, as the physician put it. khaemwaset did not shift his position, as that might indicate discomfort, but one ear did gracefully slant and then uplifted yet again.
he tried to picture again; he had reached for a dream and found it. but this second element in between, some event unseen and as such, he had no plans around it.
silently he wondered if his sesh spoke only as a learned man or as a man who had learned for himself. the thought amused him. pharaoh swallowed down his childish smirk and waited.