Meadowlark Prairie preach

Ah, the man spoke of God.

Kasmut’s smile grew along her slender features. She regarded him with a modicum of judgement in the coral pink of her eyes. The man spoke only of one God. The desert flower had never spoken to another soul who believed in just one divine ruler. She wondered what false prophet had filled his mind with dreams.

Which God? For there are several Egyptians in these parts. We have faith in many Gods, you see. And those who had been touched by the Gods - she thought of Ramesses, again.

Kasmut watched him carefully, wondering what he would share about the God that he worshipped. She was captivated by the peculiarity of his body, but she was drawn to the manner in which he spoke.