Lion Head Mesa Would you stay if she promised you heaven?

Nazli had begun to scour the land for anything that might serve as a gift from the pharaoh to his daughter, as asked.

She had first gone to where the mazoi slept, their barracks, and upon a nearby hill she found clusters of small flowers struggling to grow outside of their season; they were delicate violet specks ready to open, but not quite there yet.

These she gathered carefully over the course of the morning. They were bundled neatly and wrapped with reeds so that they would stay together, and not be lost.

In her meandering Nazli made her way to the adjacent quarters of the hem without thinking, and upon finding herself there she bowed her head and hurried along, towards one of the many doors to the service halls of the fellahin.