i am khusobek, mazoi of the kingdom satriya, which is ruled by the pharaoh khaemwaset and the queen merneith, Beloved of the Obelisk.he appended their title casually, wanting to see what the tradesman made of it.
i will take you to where you can be bathed and then i will bring you to dinner with the royal pair,he intoned, glancing at the sky.
but before we leave, i will search your collection of objects.
and khusobek stepped forward to do so, watching to see if the spotted-dog would put up a fight or if he would allow these belongings the necessary riffle it took to assure the kingsman that there were no poisons or rotted things.
the set of his body held a clear message that to refrain or to deny would be to invite the wrath of the heavy yellowed teeth. best now to comply. khusobek did not think that the man sapair would have denied him this task either.
i can decide no such thing for you. only they might offer you respite and work.