From his tracks, Khaba was stopped by a familiar presence.
Ramesses, the pharaoh had come to join him. And with him, news was shared.
Princess Makono.
So he had children. It was not something the beast would have originally expected.
To these words, Khaba dipped his snout to show his understanding.
The white man had proven intriguing thus far, though, now the shadow was curious of the mentioned child.
Alongside the aforementioned princess, Khaba was made aware of the additional royal born youth.
According to the pharaoh, the mazoi would be made to know each of them some point in time. The times of introduction would be interesting to say the least. He had never been much of company for children, mainly due his lack in a vocal sense.
He accepted this much less so enthusiastically, but did so nonetheless. It wasn't as if he could object anyhow, as was his duty.
It was not of difficulty to gauge the difference in tone and intent. There was suggestiveness; simple, but unnoted by the blind.
The pharaoh had meant for him to act as a spy in addition to the protective detail to all listed charges. He would certainly be kept busy, but such was exactly what he wanted. Maybe this was fate after all.
Akashingo would be remembered well.
Gentle. It wasn't often a word he knew to use. A beast like him was never gentle, but perhaps in this instance he could learn.
But what were fellahin? Could anyone command them, or was this a special permission?
To the pharaoh, Khaba admitted a glance of uncertainty. Hopefully the white man would understand his confusion and suppress it.
Fellahin were servants; the lowborn given special permissions to house within the mesa in return for their services. Now he knew.
There wasn't much he could ever demand of these individuals, but it was somewhat satisfying to know he had that minor form of authority.
One who Khaba assumed to be a fellahin passed. Ramesses had claimed them to be his favorite, but the mazoi was skeptical. Such was all he could be. He knew nothing of them, thus why should he be so trusting so soon. Even if they were the pharaoh's most treasured, the beast would make up his own opinion over time and see to it that their loyalty remained.
When Ramesses halted, Khaba did the same at a few feets distance. A moment or two passed before the mazoi came to realize nothing was amiss, but rather the pharaoh desired to overlook his kingdom.
He prepared then to listen the following words.
Another name to remember... Jakoul. Then a possible standing for the beast. Jodai. Climbing seemed an appealing thing, despite the fact he'd never considered it before. There had never been an opportunity, but now there was. So, why not take it?
He would see the white ruler again. For this, he knew to be true.
Once dismissed, the beast of a mazoi tilted his snout in a sincere farewell before turning away.
Off further into the mesa would he travel, searching upon his new land once again.