Lion Head Mesa Khnum

Do you know him, Belen?

Kasmut looked directly at the girl then. She understood that their ways did not make sense to her. She was still fresh to the ranks of the Fellahin. She had known the love of Pharaoh, even one time. Yet she stood and she judged, and she grew impatient with the answers she was given. The pale flower did not want to scold her, but her patience wore. How did Pharaoh expect her to make Belen want to be there?

You certainly do not know him the way that I do, the way that Jawahir knows him. You are so quick to judge and know so little. How has your head grown?

The pale Fellahin laughed and waved her tail dismissively, a sweeping motion that said it was all talk.

Tell me what you do not like here.


The girl's questions were not answered.