Lion Head Mesa Thárros

The Greek man allowed his mind to wander freely as they journeyed. He thought of Tamar, he thought of the Pharaoh, of the Roman soldier, and even of the dark boy they had all fretted over so needlessly. Akashingo was a place of many things, he had come to realize. Most of the goings on within the mesa pack were not to be enjoyed. There were a few moments of respite from the incessant pampering of Pharaoh Ramesses, though.

Again, he thought of Tamar.

It is good that the queen has such faithful followers. I think the Pharaoh cares for her a lot. He will want her to be taken care of.

Arsenio smiled lazily at Jawahir. He spoke slowly so that he seemed simple. The lizard-blink of his eyes was the only sign that he had not – like a golem – turned back to earthen material. If he spoke of pleasing the Pharaoh and his wife, the mercenary was certain he would not run the risk of being spied upon. The few moments of freedom he found were sacred to him and he would not have them invaded.

Do you like the Pharaoh, Jahwahheer?