1/25/2026, 7:16 PM
No, their truth could not be denied, though Mekh’s exasperated tone makes her wince. Still, she imagines there is more to a warrior than bold-faced strength, that Mehk could still be a clever hunter, a strategist, a military tactician, if he desired. The queen would allow him time to arrive at these realizations, holding the way open for his choosing while he found new footing in the red land.
“Mazoi, hem, fellahin. Any title will suit you.” The lion-goddess pads them softly in the direction of the delta. It is the season of peret, and Khaem has already begun to sow rings of seedlings around the palace. But Ra has not yet come to sun them. Neith prays they will survive this gray deluge.
“I want to hear about where you came from. Where were you born? Who were your parents?” She is grateful to learn of him; his experiences in kingdoms unknown to her.
“Mazoi, hem, fellahin. Any title will suit you.” The lion-goddess pads them softly in the direction of the delta. It is the season of peret, and Khaem has already begun to sow rings of seedlings around the palace. But Ra has not yet come to sun them. Neith prays they will survive this gray deluge.
“I want to hear about where you came from. Where were you born? Who were your parents?” She is grateful to learn of him; his experiences in kingdoms unknown to her.
