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met with warning from each of them, dropped tones from nyra to a reminder of his place as fellahin, ramesses only dipped in a lower obeisance. "i am a man humbled by his gods. give me your harshest tasks and i will do them." but the head he lifted was no less haughty, his gesture no less proud. pharaoh was also a man emboldened by challenge. neither the brutishness of the overseer nor the scorn of the priestess would maim his hubris.
only Amun could do this.
yet ramesses recognized that it was within his best interest to show himself ready for humility. therefore he kept his lapis eyes politely trained away from them. nyra's voice, ringing again: your superiors. pharaoh? him? he did not bow before heathenry and the lost! and the slave; her angular beauty muted for the royal now that he knew she had come from dust.
and yet he did bow, and yet he too was made of dirt here among the saints.
above, Amun grinned in wicked amusement.