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From her busied, searching gaze, Isana did notice they who approached. They paused near and offered both a greeting and name. She was hesitant, to say the least. But not disgusted.

Senmut, priest, The red woman repeated, softly acknowledging his title in the palace. He was above her station, no doubt; but he was not royal.

I am Isa, fellahin. She had no shame for her title. She would wear it with confidence, head held high. It was an honor to serve, and she would never think differently.