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pharaoh had a curse upon him, and it was to never know satisfaction. 
ramesses therefore committed to nothing; he moved where Amun guided, and it was away from the respectable prophet and his elusive daughter. but it was also for lust, for ramesses loved the world and wanted to devour each experience for himself.
but because the prince was a fool, because for all his captainly bluster, he knew nothing of the sea nor its cold power here, a lively spring storm caught him off-guard and drove the bored brat into the sea.
he was thankfully spat up near a grove of curious greenery. ramesses could think only of the fig-trees which beautified the shoreline of his own remembered sea. he drew a course along the beach for a long while, weakening beneath the eye of Ra. ramesses had never before needed to navigate; while instinct began to gnaw at him, he remained stiff-necked and arrogant. the exile cut inland almost too late, stumbling by blind luck upon a swamp mingling with freshwater fed by a lake. 
here he swallowed great draughts of water far too quickly. this was remedied by retchings; the wrung boy collapsed upon the bank and soon passed into a black sleep.
however long later, he awoke rather oddly refreshed but aching with hunger. you will remember he had never bothered to do anything to help himself along or gather his own skills, among them hunting. ramesses, caked in mud and scorched, mouth tasting of slough, thoroughly humiliated, spent this new energy upon futile searches that turned up a drowned mouse and a half-eaten fish. but he was beyond dignity now, and ate both as though he were a starving servant. 
again, he slept, somehow still arrogant in his spoiled ability to senselessly slumber in the middle of a forested clearing. 
days had long ceased their meaning. pharaoh could no longer scent the ocean; it was far behind him, and he was deep within this wild green land accented with stone and coursing waterways. here he drove away a pair of foxes to choke down desperate mouthfuls of the duck they had killed. by this time, however, ramesses had learned not to make his bed where he had last eaten, this lesson imparted by a terrifyingly huge beast for which ramesses had no name, which had bellowed and chased him through the night. in the morning the hawk-in-the-nest discovered wide prints larger than his own paw in the rich earth of the ground below.
he spoke aloud to Amun now. first he argued with his god. was it not enough that he had been sent so far? to a horrid cold land with its strange and heathen populace? they knew not even the name of Ra! now he had grown grim and ashamed beneath the veneer of grime that now encrusted his pale fur. only the faint glint of the goldspice upon his nape and shoulders suggested he was more. 
on the last day, ramesses was drawn by the relievingly familiar scent of cedarwood. he wept in that forest, chose to spend the next night there, and consumed an edible-seeming fungus in celebration. pride, that he had learned to live off the land.
for the next span of hours, ramesses whirled through the patterns of his own consciousness. Amun came to him and spoke in a ram's voice of his sins. Osiris looked gravely upon the boy. and Ra opened his mouth, and ramesses heard something he had never heard before.
the mushroom edible after all, but with a sordid little property that dazzled the naughty wanderer and sent him stumbling directly across the borderlines of a pack dominating the adjacent territory. ramesses could only remember the smell of cedar, and in his mind he walked the golden sands of home again.
he shouted loudly at the figure of Amun, which had returned to inform pharaoh that he must learn humility. "you think i am not humble?" the boy called toward the sun. "there is nothing left of me that could be called a son of seti! i am a vagabond, and you have done this to me!"