Lion Head Mesa 武士 Yūyake

pharaoh had gone with the war-party.
it was to his empty chambers that satsu went now, tailed by tamar.
she sought his throne and when she saw it, she could not move.
it was empty, as to be expected. it hurt to think of it remaining so.
she stepped to the man's empty bed that still reeked of him, of the fellahin, of strong ripe berry, and fell upon it as if it were her own. a bed she had never touched before; but she sank in to the furs that lined it, curled in to a ball.
tamar, by the door, forgotten.