khaemwaset heard her, and the relief was tenfold. unminding who might see or hear, he called back, shining dark ears atilt then to attend in case of a reply. they milled; the gilt glory and coiffed sheen of their faces blurred as he turned all his attention upon the priestess. hemet, said pharaoh, reining himself at the last moment lest he boast and prance with boyish joy to have her returned.
he did not speak of what had gone on, only; i am ready to return. all of satriya is restless. is it time?
khaemwaset dared not hope;
he only waited.
all the empire and all aims and even the sum of happiness could be better sought from the font itself, but he did not allow himself to anticipate such a feeling.