Lion Head Mesa pretium

Glaukos listens intently to what his master shares. This place, for all of its tunnels and all of its containment of stone, is strangely open; that the queen was so accessible was suspicious to Glaukos, though he was slowly understanding that the fellahin were intended to serve in many ways, so that availability made sense as well.

The man was focused in his thoughts for a moment and did not immediately process Germanicus' next words. He interjected with a thought of his own: I have seen the way they work in service of their leader, even in their mourning. One of the slaves has a young charge and I wondered if it was their own kin, but they do not look alike. He was speaking of the child Nazli, of whom he had not met directly.

He only mentions this as another loose-end to consider. If the fellahin serve the Pharaoh in every possible way, then their children are most likely royal blood, and that would be a strong motivating factor. One that Germanicus has no doubt thought of himself.

Allowing the slaves to... move freely like this, the implication goes beyond that, to frequent royal pregnancies swept under the proverbial rug; —to me that invites disaster. What a strange place this is.