When will they be free to build their kingdom beneath a blue sky, to bathe in the river delta, and greet Ra in his early light?
It has been so long since the normalcy of childhood in Akashingo that Neith cannot help but wonder if that future is ever permitted within this world of hardness.
Her eyes threaten to gloss but she holds herself still. It helps that Phoenix is relatively calm, suggesting that she has seen similar afflictions before.
“An altar for Ra will be the first erected. I will see his credence filled day and night with alms from our people.”
She looks into the hemet's eyes, and there the question percolates. Will it be enough?



