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The Regent fought the urge to bristle, to close her eyes in silent rage at the way that the woman murdered her name beyond recognition. And though it cut at her like a finely-made knife, Hatshepsut gave a single nod. She would answer to the carcass of a title.

Though she did not know it, a seed of hatred for the red woman's inability to even attempt respect had taken root within the Egyptian, though it was not a sensation she would ever allow herself to address. Despite her new rank as a subordinate, despite the brokenness of her name, she was the superior to this ruddy fellahin in all ways.

"I understand," she said simply, bowing again before Fox and awaiting her dismissal.