Lion Head Mesa They say strange fascination, infatuation

I pressured him. As backwards as it sounded, she believed! What fellahin could pressure a pharaoh for anything? But of this she became adamant and unseemly.
He gave me a choice! I could come to him at a time I wanted, and I chose then. I wanted it over with. I wanted -- to make him happy! Was that not what Nazli had been trained for? Born for?
Her face contorted with a childish tremor of confusion and sorrow, and she tried to stow it, but was too late.
He was happy! I did a good thing. She wanted to convince herself of this and yet was met with nausea and a spell of dizziness that swept her off her feet.