Lion Head Mesa Khnum

Belen spoke well on what it meant to be Fellahin. She stated that no one had told her these things directly. This brought a sharp grin to Kasmut’s features. She liked to know that the girl was watchful. It could mean she would find strength in her knowledge. This would serve their newest Fellahin well.

The girl was direct with her questions. She wished to know what Kasmut’s role was within the Pharaoh’s order. The flower regarded her sweetly.

I am a Fellahin, the same as you. But I am only for the Pharaoh. No other is allowed to have me.

It was something proud that flourished in her next. She did not need a title or a pet name. Jawahir was a jewel to the Pharaoh, but Jawahir had likely been a jewel for plenty more. Kasmut had only known the love of Ramesses. What higher honor was there?