Lion Head Mesa Agápi

Germanicus was there, drawing into the low light of the hallway. Arsenio met the man’s gaze with his own and offered a small bow of his head. It had been the Roman who had informed him of the exchange, so he had no reason to lie.

I have made the replacement and now we will journey with you to Mereo. It is time. We should leave before the Pharaoh is aware of the deceit.

The redstone guard turned his sights from the grey soldier and scanned the distant darkening doorways for the maid. Her scent was there, muted by the others. Arsenio wondered where she had been sent to. Had the queen assigned her with a task?