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They had come from the palace in search of something precious - food or a gift - to present to queen or pharaoh; something to lighten the mood when jawahir made their presentation. Their condition was known to Tavina only, and soon Jawahir would be required to correct this.

The sight of a gilded woman upon the hill was surprising. Jawahir had not expected anyone to arrive by way of the western steppe; this was someone of Brecheliant. This was - Lilitu, of the fen people, Jawahir observed her with a smile. The mountain people now. You have thought about the offer then I take it?

The coyote had been busy, and had forgotten about Crowfeather. It was not too late for the prince after all.