Lion Head Mesa lacrimosus

germanicus said nothing.

his eyes fell to maggie. the remembered, muted pleasure of her body burned through him in a recollection he did not want.

pharaoh spoke long-winded words but said little. germanicus felt the sting of anger again to hear crowfeather so intended for barter on ramesses' tongue. 

that crowfeather would not remain here relieved him. that the shadow wished to follow him still unnerved germanicus. 

"you would do well to ask yourself the same, pharaoh. where will you go when akashingo has fallen?"

he was beholden in no way to this scarlet pile of rubble.

"is there no flesh that has a price for you, egyptian?" the man asked at last, allowing his voice a steeled edge.