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At once, the queen became cold to him. She asked for the maid woman Tamar, saying that it did not suit her to be kept waiting on a servant girl. Arsenio did not stir, but his pinched gaze was moved from her chamber to the long stretch of stone hall on the outside, where he sat.

I do not know, vasílissa Sátsou. Tamar could be gathering flowers, berries, boughs of fragranced leaves. The ypirétria is always seeking to tend to the lady Satsu, the misthofóros answered her at once, his tone free of any chipper, lilting suggestion. Arsenio knew better than to test the patience of the ruler’s betrothed. To the Pharaoh, he was nothing more than a simple Greek seeking to provide a home for his family.

You want for me to find her? Arsenio asked of the queen.