Yesterday, 9:10 PM
Sitamun.
Like a thing obsessed, he could not get her from his mind.
It impeded his work. It impeded his want to be away from the palace overlong.
Yet he would not be drawn into the wedding preparations; they were not his wheelhouse, nor did he pretend to hold an opinion for one floral arrangement or another. He owed a rare measure of gratitude to the queen’s insistence— perhaps the only flicker of warmth he had ever permitted himself toward Khaemwaset’s otherwise fruitless wife.
He continued his circuit of the parapets, tail set high as he trotted out toward those who had approached into the courtyard below.
Only a girl, it seemed, yet appealing in her bearing and softened by grace, flanked in guards and attendants. Sapair fixed his attention, an imprint of royalty evident.
“Who has come upon the domain of Pharaoh?”
Like a thing obsessed, he could not get her from his mind.
It impeded his work. It impeded his want to be away from the palace overlong.
Yet he would not be drawn into the wedding preparations; they were not his wheelhouse, nor did he pretend to hold an opinion for one floral arrangement or another. He owed a rare measure of gratitude to the queen’s insistence— perhaps the only flicker of warmth he had ever permitted himself toward Khaemwaset’s otherwise fruitless wife.
He continued his circuit of the parapets, tail set high as he trotted out toward those who had approached into the courtyard below.
Only a girl, it seemed, yet appealing in her bearing and softened by grace, flanked in guards and attendants. Sapair fixed his attention, an imprint of royalty evident.
“Who has come upon the domain of Pharaoh?”