into the desert she had gone. khaemwaset was tired of waiting. in a matter of hours would he command sapair to give the order, that their caravan be prepared to remove themselves south once more, and curse the wasting heat.
his face had healed to scars still fading, but his wrath was unabated. when they had settled, pharaoh chose, he would send forth to other directions in search of the tribute that might support satriya's great aim.
phoenix rising!
heart called, spirit sang; lips twitched in a frenzy of muttered prayers.
