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His eyes were the colour of pale wine; she recalled its taste well. Aware of his appraisal, the small Egyptian drew herself up with a knowing glint in her gaze, though she too dipped her head respectfully. They were well met here; there were no ranks to bandy or challenges to be met. “You are not from these lands,” she observed, the accent of Karnak clear in her tone. Hatshepsut had little time for greetings, yet her voice was amiable enough, though clearly questioning.

The crash of the ocean, too near for her liking, sounded, and her eyes moved to it briefly, though her attentions returned swiftly to the man before her. His body and the colour of it had first ensnared her interest — now the cadence of his softly spoken words intrigued her further.

Silently she waited for him to speak, for his accent was familiar somehow.

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