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Very well! He exulted, and trotted on. To the archway, past the guards, and where water was prepared for cleansing one's self before presentation to that most holy. Imenet had 'bathed' in the River, so he rather doubted she could be considered impure.

But he had been running, sweating! Yes, greatly! So he must be cleansed. With sponges soaked and the practiced paws of servants, for Nakhtmin, regrettably, lacked the dexterity of wolves. His hooves could shatter skulls! But they could not hold soft things for scrubbing.

This would give fellahin time to summon the proper authority. What would Pharaoh Khaemwaset and Queen Merneith think of this newcomer? Nakhtmin was quite excited to find out!

When the gods summon us, you must bow, and praise their might and mercy. He explained, Do not let their youth fool you! The Horus could slay you with a word, if he chose! This was not likely, for Khaemwaset was a benevolent bull, but Nakhtmin found some enjoyment in attempting to instill trepidation.

I find your spirit inspiring, Imenet, but I do believe it would be best if you proclaimed manners before Pharaoh. Oryx nodded. Make no demands. You receive aid only at their pleasure.