Lion Head Mesa Anubis

Kasmut watched Tamar curiously.

In truth, the desert flower did not care if Satsu was kind, or if she had pride. For the pale woman, such things were blemishes on the personality of one who was not deserving. What pride did Satsu have? She was not of the sands, not of the heat in the desert. She did not know the favor of the Gods. She was a simple thing who had been fortunate to be blessed by Ra, by Ramesses.

I do not wish to know how she behaves, Kasmut sighed wistfully.

I wish to know where she comes from. What was her life before she was made Queen of Akashingo?

As she asked these things, Kasmut wondered if Tamar could answer or if the maidservant was nothing more than a simpleton who had been set to work.