Redsand Canyon exordium

Her husband?

Many questions flickered through Arsenio’s mind, but he jumped to assumptions until he would be able to learn for himself what the truth of it was. The redstone wolf was not a stranger to the dark wolf who had been left resting in Akashingo. The little Neb had been a tender thing when they had brought him back. Satsu had seemed fond of him, at least from what Arsenio had seen.

The man’s gaze remained locked on Tamar. He wished to go with her, not to stop and discuss matters with the man. Germanicus was good enough, a fine figure to work beneath, but the Greek had already journeyed across the terrain with the Roman. He wanted some peace. He wanted to revel in the freedom they had stolen from the Pharaoh.

Arsenio offered Tamar a supportive nod of his head. He did not doubt that the Roman’s wife would make sure she was comfortable, and her cough was treated.

I will find you when this is over.

When the women had turned to leave them to their talk, Arsenio cast a tired but toothy smile toward Germanicus.

The wounded boy in the mesa? He is your son?

Arsenio eyed the soldier curiously.