Lion Head Mesa rekhyt

ramesses laughed, swift and pleased and rich. "yes." that the boy did not aspire to the throne but the seat beside it made the man wonder, but there was yet time. 
"i will announce it at the end of this year. we will have another celebration."
there was yet time for many things to change inside and outside akashingo.
the proud serpent river was not so far ahead. "come. we will swim," he decided when they had come to the shore. he waved the servants off to set up what they had brought; mats on which they might later eat, and provisions themselves.
"the cold is good for the blood and tightens the muscles." it was often how he had kept himself honed still in approaching his middle years. 
ramesses dove gracefully into the serpent's welcoming embrace, breaking the surface with a brisk gasp.