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but he had asked this time in sympathy. ramesses was somehow ignorant to his own arrogance, and could not understand why satsu did not answer.
they went on. she was lotus-pure against the red backdrop of their palace. 
the mention of a boy sent pharaoh spiraling into a furor of inner jealousy. "they will be well attended here," he chose to say, in their game of senet that never seemed to find its end.
"i know not of these redhawks," ramesses said proudly. "perhaps the boy will be a guard in akashingo."
his voice, airy and searching. "what role would you give this crowfeather here?"