10/22/2025, 7:09 PM
The march through fire had spent him. He felt it in the fatigue of his shoulders, the pull of his arms. Heat radiated even now, though the sun had abated behind a pall of gray cloud. It was a quiet testament to Peseshet that she'd endured beside him. To a shallow loch he led her, where he cast down the vultures and stooped to drink, eyes bidding the same of the raven-woman.
“Bathe your feet,” his chin raised, dribbling next in a summon for servants to take the vulture hens.
“You will meet Pharaoh Khaemwaset now. Be humble. If he offers you a place in his kingdom, you will give thanks to His Royal Highness for every day that you serve him.”
“Bathe your feet,” his chin raised, dribbling next in a summon for servants to take the vulture hens.
“You will meet Pharaoh Khaemwaset now. Be humble. If he offers you a place in his kingdom, you will give thanks to His Royal Highness for every day that you serve him.”