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Of course, sir Pharaoh, of course, Arsenio said to the man and bowed his torso.

There was one last glance that he offered to the girl. The tightness of his chest was unbearable. He wished that he could apologize to her, for bringing her to a place where she would never know peace. The Greek would not have done it if he had been given any other choice. His promises to his beloved were beyond the innocence of a lost girl.

Arsenio turned with a small glance toward Belen, and he began to hunt for the queen so that he could beckon her to the throne room. Something about her must have inspired his interest, the mercenary thought as he plodded through the caverns. Why else would he have softened his tongue and requested his wife?

Arsenio out.