mercy, they asked. safiya did not introduce them as he had expected, and on their own merits they approached the implacable face of pharaoh.
the man spoke and while khaemwaset was stunningly surprised to hear his own tongue used, he did not move.
the children were royal, it seemed, and further mention of another kingdom with a queen Nephthys intrigued Horus further. beside him, tavina shifted, and khaemwaset did not think that he would be able to keep the sesh from assistance.
ashait was right to ask, but pharaoh took this as a sign of their extreme need, and he was not opposed.
very well. things with jakten were not yet resolved, but barring injured children from satriya's mercies certainly was no way to raise their standing. amon, my physician will stabilize your princess and safiya will help you to carry her back.
to ashait he extended a paw, offering the second mazoi a place among his hackles for her return. i accept your trade, but we will discuss all the rest when you have rested.
a howl now, bounding across the sands to palace: a command for preparation.