Lion Head Mesa the deals we made to shake things up

his will be done. 
ramesses tipped his lips upward in a smile. "run a supply chain to mereo and turn their loyalties toward yourself."
treason? a test. let them see how well germanicus maintained morale.
"go now. relax. perhaps bathe the dust of the canyon from your feet later. join me tomorrow for a midday meal."
his lapis eyes were cunning upon the hemet.
"i will send refreshments to your rooms, once you have settled. understand, qiao: you need only utter a want and it will be given."