Lion Head Mesa I curl it up and puff it into plumes

A cameo!

They had not been present for the binding of the queen's body, or the rites that had been spoken for her.

They had not been there for Ramesses' mourning or his decree. They came now, thinking the coast was clear, and saw Sayf; but it was not Sayf that drew Jawahir's attention or even the desiccating body that was tended to - it was the dried flowers.

The herbal bundles shriveled and curling. Jawahir's look was sunken to begin with; stricken, after, as they forced lunch back down and out their throat.

Hurried, the jewel turns to flee down the corridor.