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The hemet had been gone, unseen by the eyes of Akashingo and its noble pharaoh. Away, she was, busy with her praises of the divine. 

It was strange, almost, being within the inner walls of the palace. For the many nights she had been out on the mesa, the earthly hollows served as her chamber. She missed the soft furs, now itching to climb between them and sleep for an entire moon. Oh, if only she could. But no! There was business to attend.

Along the corridor, Sokha searched for the familiar entrance to the pharaoh's throne room. Then she sought a nearby fellahin, requesting that they look to see if @Ramesses was where she had hoped he would be. The hemet was not so bashful as to enter without a proper summons.
the wayward hemet was escorted quickly into pharaoh's throne room. he was not alone but with his jewel; jawahir groomed his shining white pelt with slow strokes of their tongue.
when sokha appeared before him, ramesses did not dismiss his gemstone. 
"in your absence, a new priestess has chosen Hathor as her patronness." his eyes were dangerously interested. "where did you go, my little sand serpent?"
She neared, then bowed lowly. He wasted no time to speak, introducing what she'd missed.

Another hemet? Sokha was not against the idea; but then, now there were many. I'm beginning to think that soon we may have too many noble hem's and hemet's within this divine palace. But, of course, that judgement is yours, pharaoh. The little hemet did not often speak her mind so forthright, but now she did so.

I have been away, in the meadows. I spent time in silence, worshipping the Gods and Goddesses and then I spent days dancing to praise them. I apologize if my absence has offended you, great one. Again, she bowed her head; but she would not lift it. A form of sincerity and shame.
"i am not offended, sokha. but i envision more for you than being a wildwood goddess." jawahir continued the preening. ramesses looked down upon the elegant head of the priestess.
"suppose i had a new task for you, one that is accompanied by the title of nebet?" she could be a royal lady;he was priceless and godly in today's generosity, for sokha would serve him.
More? What more did he see for her?

A new task, divine one? Pray tell... what would this task be? 

Sokha's ears perked forward in curiosity as her head lifted, gaze meeting his own with a firm hold.
"i would like you to train new fellahin for their skilled services." her own skill was unmistakable; he hoped to end their meeting with a sating of the desire he still held for her. 
"my heir has taken her fellahin to mereo. but when they return, i should think it is time she was advised of her other expectations."
pleasure-mistress. ramesses looked coolly toward sokha.
She listened to his words. 

While though he slithered around the reality of his meaning, the hemet knew what he implied.

You wish for me to teach fellahin to please men. Again, forthright, bringing to light what it was he asked of her. Of course, Sokha could have been wrong... but she did not think she was.

For a moment, she was silent in consideration.

I will take up this task, for you, pharaoh. Ah, yes- it was always for him. Hadn't she once said she would do anything for him?
ramesses' eyes lit with a fervency that would not be quelled. "i want the fellahin in akashingo to understand and to take pleasure in their service. no matter who calls for them."
were they not known for this? had not word of such servants spread through their world? with each emissary seduced, the story of his influence grew.
he did so for makono.
but first for himself.
"good. you will begin with the maidservant, when she returns."
They both had a mutual understanding, but pharaoh wished to use a different explanation. Sokha would respect that.

Very well. I will do my best to teach them what you require. She offered softly.

Such a task would take adjustment, though. It was one thing to do the act herself, but to teach another? All knew pleasure and desire with their own preference. For her pupils, she would need to take an additional step to gauge in what ways they performed well and which they lacked.

This maidservant, Nazli... does she know this to be one of her duties? From what Sokha could recall, the fellahin was still young. If not yet knowing of this expectation, it would be important for the nebet to know prior to.
ramesses nodded. "she should.  it is not my task to inform her. that belongs to the sesh." she had raised nazli after all, while the girl's parent had reared his own brood.
"i want you to tell her all of it. demonstrate — to a degree. let there be no mistake. she will also visit sayf, and be fed good things. rich honey. berries. it will not be unpleasant."
success with nazli could indicate higher things for the priestess.
If Nazli did not know, then the sesh was to blame. Noted.

I will speak with the sesh first. If they have not spoken, then that will take place first. Then we can begin our sessions. Later I will send her to Sayf, but not right away.

Whether the pharaoh approved or not, Sokha was not content with scaring the girl off the moment they begin her teachings. They would take things slowly.
ramesses gave a nod. "good. alongside these lessons she should learn culture. dancing. singing. conversation. a jewel warmed in our hearth could cast brilliant fire elsewhere. train her well and her success will be in reward to you as well, lady sokha."
"i will send others to you as they come." and more swiftly. a gathering of precious things in their midst. there was no expressing what sort of splendor might come to nazli. she was destined beyond akashingo and if she remained loyal to pharaoh, he would see her well-placed.
"go now."
She felt some slight of pity. Not only was this girl to learn the true ways of a brothel, but also how to please by other means. So many things for such a young girl to learn in a short time. But as promised to pharaoh, the work would be done.

May you be well, pharaoh, A soft, succulent farewell before the nebet would bow her head and make to leave.