Lion Head Mesa All the proud hours I hold are around you

Germanicus is-

None of your business, he’d wished to snap at her. Irritation pricked at him, bristled him against her and her questions. What did it matter to her who Germanicus was? He was of no importance to the nursemaid. She didn’t even deserve to know him, if she didn’t already. The knowledge that Tavina had not even heard of the silver eagle had made Crowfeather wildly mad. It could not have been that long since the older man had been in Akashingo…. Could it?

He left to the east. He made an outpost in the mountains. Maybe for Ramesses… maybe not. I don’t know.

Crowfeather shrugged with indifference, but the truth of the matter was that he cared a great deal. Nothing inside of him could comprehend why Germanicus had not returned in such a long time. Their last conversation had been of a proposed marriage, of decisions that had not been made. The shadow could not help but feel that he had a ticking clock over his head.