Lion Head Mesa Aten

The young Fellahin appeared, hurried in her steps. Kasmut could see the light that glowed from her. The pale figure watched with a curious smile on her pink lips. Belen approached, drawing nearer. The scent of her was different. She was of Akashingo, more than she had ever been.

And? the flower inquired with a laugh on her voice.

Was it all that I promised?

Kasmut’s coral pink gaze glittered with wonder. She leaned toward Belen, drawing in her scent and plucking at a few of her hairs that curled out of place. It had not taken long for the Pharaoh to take the girl. To hear that he had done so with his wife was curious news.