Lion Head Mesa piano sonata no. 3

the morning before germanicus had returned had pharaoh out of his bed.
restless, he paced the sands outside the mesa in the early hours, not truly on patrol but unwilling to be still. he did not know what drove him, and so he submitted to the will of the gods.
ramesses sought communion with Amun as Ra rose above the horizon. 
he said the prayer of the morning in a long singing tone, one that ended when he spotted the gangly reddish figure at the end of his lands. 
pharaoh did not like children. he hated to be around them, loathed their lack of boundaries and inquisitive questions. he himself had been raised by a bevy of nurses and he intended the same for his own heirs. 
he strode toward the child with purpose. they were not an infant, only naive. "from what nursery have you run off?" he asked with a vague undercurrent of disgust.