Lion Head Mesa serekh

Orders flowed through fellahin, who would react and accommodate, until Nazli came aware to the wants of Ramesses. It was time.

Her anxiety peaked with the first mention. In a hurry the fellahin tending to her were quick to tidy her furs, decorate her with flowers, anything that would make her more of an entree for Ramesses; she insisted on the bone necklace in a sudden wave of need, and would go nowhere without it. The reeds were fastened soundly to her neck.

From there she was escorted to the pharaoh. She was cautious the entire time, not hurrying. The fellahin with her pressed her for more urgency and yet she could not move faster, feeling like every step was weighted. When she came to the doorway she took a breath, then stepped inside.

Within the chamber there was quiet. She smelled fresh meats, the cloying scent of more flowers- and there, sprawled and waiting, saw the pharaoh.