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pharaoh's smile widened and his eyes grew colder as crowfeather denied him the respect afforded to a godhead. if the boy had not been satsu's honeyed little pet, he would have had him tossed into the trash midden as soon as germanicus had formally took his leave. the sullen spoiled seraphim contributed nothing and had lowered the supplies of medicine and bandages through all of autumn and into winter, and could not even stand now.
could the brattish ganymede truly not see that ramesses offered him a position? a role? he could not lie here the rest of his healing. it irritated ramesses to think that crowfeather thought this might be allowed.
the room had grown gravely silent, the ruler only staring at the boy in contemplation. and then his head tilted to one side, a brow raised. "your inability to stand is why i have brought sihaya with me," he said, indicating the man at his side. "and you will see the man later today. in your new rooms."
he chose to ignore crowfeather's nonsense outburst, generous to the very last drop of his marrow. pharaoh moved to the door, prepared to escort them all there in preparation for the fox-man's visit.