Lion Head Mesa Amun

Then you will bring him a diamond.

Kasmut smiled serenely at Tamar, her pink lips curling only at their edges. The gentle fluttering of her pale lashes hovered over her coral gaze.

At the mention of the Mazoi, Kasmut nodded her head. She only wished to press Tamar on, to gain access to the mesa. She had no interest in serving the tradesmen of Akashingo. Her breath was held in anticipation for Pharaoh Ramesses. It was his name that was whispered across Khembe, not that of the Mazoi. It would be his name that Kasmut would covet.

Please, show me the way, the white coyote said and followed Tamar into Akashingo.