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It was true; there was no fear in Sayyadina. To her, Ramesses was all that was good and holy in this world and she basked in His presence as one enjoys a ray of sun. He sat reposed upon his elevated red stone platform and she stood below in the proper place – as one should be before a king as grand as He.

He asked a question of her. “Pharaoh, I have met you in my dreams and have long waited to serve you in my waking day,” her tone was smooth, kind, and honest. “You are a majestic man and I have seen you lead your winning war party back to your kingdom. You are everything I have dreamt of, and more.” She said, pausing and knowing the difference between reverence and gross adulation. Ramesses opinion of her was everything, and she did not want Him to think of her as dishonest.