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he supposed these were the fresher sort of fruit, more suited for the princess who dined with him. "who can know the mind of Osiris? but we may speculate, so long as we give thanks for what He has granted us." his mother.
ramesses let out a breath that could be translated as anything. "she lives. and if she did not she would live in my sister. both are wretches." he chuckled. "would you like to taste such berries now? there is an early crop in a larder." his eyes shone.