Lion Head Mesa Egó

Nai, Faraó the Greek said with another bow. This time he was certain to make sure he offered the proper respect to the man. After all, Arsenio had just eaten the berries that were offered, he had savored the fruit in all its sweet tang.

The burly figure plodded back on heavy paws until he had reached his post outside of the queen’s bedchamber. He did not look inside but positioned himself so that he blocked the entrance from any who dared visit her in the night. Then, he lowered himself to his belly and watched.