Redsand Canyon muqaddima

germanicus wondered why the statement of aloneness seemed to sadden nazli. surely each second of her day in akashingo was filled with tasks? would she not welcome the respite?

but then he was reminded of their conversation during the journey. and how suited and embracive of her role this girl was.

if it pleases you. he hated that, ramesses' demands for subservience brought into his world. "lady aquene lives in the married-housing with her children. but her work is done in the tablinum. i am going there now."

he stood aside and invited nazli forward before stepping off opposite the direction of the forest. the red mud had dried to something like clay upon his figure and he was uncomfortable. "there." a small structure of stone, surrounded by growing, cultivated herbs upon the walls beside the edge of the office, and some upon the ground. 

it was hung with strings of green and inside were neat beds for patients. a pool of water fed against its back.