Lion Head Mesa lebanon

The Pharaoh offered her only a few words. They were enough to quiver her legs and to quench the burning thirst that clawed at the back of her throat. Adored, he had said. Kasmut would have offered him her limbs in exchange for words like that, just once more. The pale flower could not have enough of the man.

Ramesses spoke of the Gods. Kasmut bowed her head in a devoted motion.

It was the Gods who carried me to you, my Pharaoh. Now, to please you is to please them. Ra smiles upon you – Sunblessed Ruler.


The words of worship were meant for Ramesses.