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ramesses wanted her. he felt lilitu's practiced politeness hid a passion yet to be unearthed, as it were. the season's splendid workings would engender that soon enough. his eyes glowed as he leant somewhat closer to explain in a jubilant, animated tone.
"as soon as it is warm, i have the fellahin go out into the surrounding territories and begin to cultivate the berry-bushes. through the hot months they do this, and bring them to ferment in storerooms. by the height of Ra's season, akashingo has amassed enough wine to carry through the first of winter."
"a berry is only something to fill an empty belly. it is the process of transformation which makes them worthy for pharaohs and for lovely foreign princesses." ramesses chuckled and drew away, awaiting the reaction he gleefully thought would come.