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Belen, he repeated with a small nod.

She stepped into the room and made a space for herself. Her movements were smooth, fluid, as though she’d done them a thousand times. He wondered if the Pharaoh had found another nursemaid. Crowfeather would not have minded getting rid of Tavina. She was cold and harsh. She did not have even an ounce of laughter in her eyes. The dark woman had made him miss Tamar more than he cared to think about.

Senet? I haven’t heard of it. What uh… what do you do? the shadow inquired of her. Each time she called him a prince or a noble, his ears would splay atop his head. Crowfeather did not doubt that this was the Pharaoh’s doing.