Lion Head Mesa Aten

bayek was respectful. the delicate nostrils flared. he waved his convoy away with a flick of his tail and fell into step with the muscular tradesman. "siwa is very far from here," ramesses said in his smooth voice. he did not look toward bayek this time but proudly out toward the red land.
his tone invited the other to speak. if the man knew the ways of their people, he would recognize the hint. it was a test within a test, and he adored administering it.