Hideaway Strath silt

ramesses shook his head. "you are a mother, and a nurse as well. i do not expect you to have many moments to yourself." he did not mean it unkindly, but found it cruel that arlette was left to nurse her own brood as well as entertain the rambunctious children of the leading wolves. why was she alone? where were her attendants? 
perhaps she too was a slave, elevated to a place slaves did not belong.
there was so great a diamond of cruelty set into the heart of pharaoh.
"it is good to have many studies of medicine within a gathering, i think," the scribe-aspirant commented next. "my own skills lie with the remembering of stories."