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the pharaoh settled into his throne, extending upon its surface in the luxurious manner of a wolf assured of his designation. qiao bowed deeply at his praise.

she had missed much in her absence. of this, she admonished herself; there was so much to catch up upon and do! the queen; what queen? qiao wondered if satsu's murderer had ever been found. had it been him, then? or some malcontent mazoi?

these questions she would pose at a later time, perhaps to a less cunning audience.

qiao rose from her bow. i will see to it at once that our feast is royally stocked. akashingo's wares had grown since she'd last graced their hall, but upon her return qiao had come with several new spices. she hoped they would be well received. where has siptah gone, my king?