Ocean's Breath Plateau sun-worshipper

he was a holy man. a prophet in this windswept place that reeked of salt and now smoke. an oracle for another land. ramesses had thought the same of the cold-blooded women upon the beach; the first with one eye and a sharp tongue, the second who had saved and questioned him.
a priest.
priests he knew. pharaoh's figure slackened of lasting tension and became more formal, more attentive. priests had taught the sons of seti all that they knew, and had been free to keep the princes in line with whatever means necessary. ramesses had cultivated a healthy respect for holy men.
"i wonder if our gods know one another," the sand-wolf mused aloud. "will you tell me the names of your own, if it is allowed?"