Lion Head Mesa the tower

very hospitable and friendly. "indeed we are." pharaoh slid gracefully from his throne. "your teya was correct." perhaps the pretty peon had left her crowing firebrand of a man and this was her new husband. he was certainly different. eljay. 
pharaoh motioned to where skins had been laid on the floor. "will you dine with me?" the royal asked, but he did not wait for an answer. instead he flicked his tail toward belen, who at once departed the room. she returned a short while later with another fellahin, and both of them gave glances to one another and to the brecheliant man as they arranged a meal along the middle of the furs.
rabbit. the breast of a dove. a tantalizing offering of mice. and a tasting of the pine-liquor. it was not as strong as the berries would be, but a light buzzing might be provided.
ramesses sat back on the opposite side of the flat table. "please. sit. tell me: has jawahir been to visit you?"