Lion Head Mesa netjer

as satsu spoke in her brisk and offended formality, ramesses himself became an ember of blistering amusement. he did not mean to mock her. pharaoh wished only that he had been there to see the shock and the sear upon satsu's face for himself.
he knew she took no pleasure in their kind or his sport.
and ramesses maintained secretly a bit of surprise that the woman had not yet elegantly abandoned him.
"broken toys, my."
he turned out and looked gravely upon the mesa. it was as if for a moment he was transported back to the land of seti.
"the fire of nefertari burns in you, satsu. she too was a beauteous queen scorned by her lessers."
ramesses felt the flame of Ra ignite his soul.
"nefertari avenged herself by creating such a terror in the fellahin that they worshipped her as a goddess."