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The dark figure shook his head. Belen was right about one thing – the stars did not relinquish their messages without a great deal of effort. Crowfeather could remember many nights spent worrying over his ability to translate the meaning behind his dreams. His father had never been pleased with his progress. Threats of doom hung over his head.

Do you like it here, Belen?

Crowfeather’s voice was soft. He had not been pleasured the way other guests had. The Fellahin that Pharaoh had sent to his rooms had only been regarded with wary glances. The seer would not allow them to touch him. The thought was horrifying.