Hideaway Strath silt

elevated, presumably, in the eyes of his superiors, ramesses walked. he had been released of his ill-fated duty to the priestess, and now applied himself elsewhere: the decoration of a splendid den.
ironically, he toiled and spoiled his coat as a peasant would, dragging stones upon muddy banks, plucking flowers and pretty tree-limbs, all feverishly applied in an visually pleasant way to the den he had excavated.
he would be seen as pharaoh here.
at noon he paused, streaked with mud and panting as he leant against the edge of a tree on his way to water.