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Peregrine. The Egyptian put the name aside, and pushed the hare forward. "For you; for the cubs," she murmured. "I am Hatshepsut." As with the man, she longed to give her titles, to hold her head proudly as she spoke, but she did neither of these things, though she desperately hoped that the ruddy woman would not shorten or abbreviate her name into something unlike her, something that did not hold the proud elegance of Karnak.

She waited, each muscle tense with wanting and dread.