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fellahin were passing them in the hallway. the mesa below was a maze of entryways and rooms and paths to different parts of the palace. tavina nodded at each one who passed.

"yes. ramesses." she looked curiously at charles. "he is rather prolific. if you have heard of him before i would not be surprised." they had come to the honeycombing of dens where the servants slept. "if you want to choose one along the right there, i will bring you a meal."

the paths led up to the dens. another tilted down toward the wellspring. tavina gestured toward the clear water sparkling in a shaft of sunlight. "would you care for a bath, charles?"