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the neb gave another deep bow, letting his pharaoh's word be the last. he excited the ruler's presence giving off an air of casual dominance and composure befit his standing.

it wasn't until he was far enough from the throne room that even his dogtag's tinkling couldn't reach it, that he stopped, sat, and pressed both forepaws to his snout.

a little squeak-sqeal still escaped his attempt to dam it.

wife! for him! merciful mother mary, a wilder thing he'd never dream! 

and her children! his! perhaps to the ramesses's kind, to the wolves and 'yotes, it seemed a different matter entirely, but what the pharaoh promised him was the nearest thing to the human concept of ownership. of adoption. of family.

his.

shaking with delight, the little nobleman headed for his rooms, to do more squealing and kicking.