Lion Head Mesa cypress

Aside from his initial entrance to Akashingo and the frenzied meeting with the pharaoh as the soldiers arrived, Glaukos had not seen much of the proclaimed pharaoh. He thought he saw a lot of him in her, when she looked upon him. There was a sense that Glaukos was being appraised; he thought he saw some shine in the girl's eye, which might have been fear of him for his size, or a trick of the light, he couldn't have been sure. It did make him feel powerful for a milisecond.

Her question, the timbre of her voice, was a clear mimicry of someone else. It was an obvious statement that made him want to roll his eyes but, thankfully, Germanicus' work upon Glaukos had paid off. He remained resolute, lodged firmly within a soldier's stoicism.

Yes. A tribunus. Which would likely mean nothing to the child, he thought. He did not elaborate.