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good. then there was no more to say on the matter, though ramesses suspected that when the royal children came of age, there might be more dramatics to parse. 
to sethnakht's question, pharaoh gestured that they should swim up the river and come out onto the bank. he shook himself and then stood steady beneath the vigorous toweling of one servant, the other dedicated to doing the same for his son.
when the fellahin had retreated, ramesses walked to where they had set up leaf-matting for the divine ones to sit upon. "then you must learn to discover someone's weakness. let us say, for instance, we had never met, but you spoke so sweetly of your sister. i might begin to ask possessively of her, to prod you, to see if you will rise to anger."
"part of knowing how to weave conversation is to veil your own heart from such attacks." he sat down, then reclined to an elbow with a sigh of pleasure, lazuli eyes watching the cold serpent move beyond.