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ramesses stared at charles. 
"i have always wanted you," the pharaoh purled in a sweetling tone. "i have craved you since the first time i saw your face. to think of you beneath the brutish hand of those two sickened me, charles."
his eyes were fixed upon the narrow and beautiful face, the way the saint backed from him.
"it is a waste of your face and your body that you should be among them. you should have followed me. i would have given you many comforts with no such brutal demands."
"but," ramesses went on, in the demeanour of the crook and flail being crossed over his chest; he stood stiffly and solemnly and offended before charles, "now your loveliness will be ruined. you will fight against akashingo and we will kill you."
there was no lack of confidence in his voice.