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Hatshepsut was silent. "Sveijarn," she repeated, though her desert accent perhaps emphasized the word incorrectly. No mind; it was a name she would remember. Accepting his departure with a dip of her slim muzzle, the Egyptian blessed his travels: "May Ra warm your back and Nut keep you safe if you walk beneath the stars, Njal."

A wife. Tuwawi, Hatshepsut pondered to herself, wondering in what tongue the man and his mate had been raised. She watched him go with cool gaze, and stance that had somewhat relaxed now guarded itself against unseen eyes.

The Egyptian would depart this place and its spire of mountains; there was nothing for her here. And thus, when Njal had disappeared from view, the bantam Regent trotted forth and began her own trek away from the creek pack and the river pack.

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