Lion Head Mesa lacrimosus

the imperator did not rise to his challenges.
"and did she believe you, with akashingo's scent clinging to your coat?"
he was determined. "you spoke as a guest of satsu and myself, without my approval. now you reflect upon me, and now for a time, you will answer to me."
at last ramesses relented with a soft, mysterious smile. he returned to maggie's side, the pad of his paws gently audible. 
"i would not insult your ganymede by sending him away. he is skilled."
pharaoh bent across maggie to inspect the grave scarring along her skull, just visible above the edge of the cobwebs.
"i want him for my physician. satsu wants him for a wedding guest." crowfeather now had more choices than the dour horrid roman fouling this chamber with the stink of travel.
"but he wants only you. and where you go, he will go."
ramesses wet his lips, one, two tricks of the tongue. "where will that be, imperator?"
a velveteen, unfurling smile. "for if you stay here, you will surely die."