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It was a warmer welcome than she'd expected, but Melody wasn't about to question it. Everything has a place; that appealed to her, more than she would have realized. A place of her own, a purpose, something more than being reduced to someone else's hidden shame. She knew it would hurt her father to know that she thought of it that way; that he would tell her he was proud of her, always. But actions spoke more loudly than words, and his actions were that of a man shamed by his choices. Or a coward... but she could not think of him that way.

I'm not too sure, Melody confessed. But I'd like to learn. Back home I was the main tracker for our hunts. I could do that here, but I want something more, too. A purpose. There was an open-ended quality to her words, a suggestion that perhaps the pharaoh could provide this. She had said that everything had a place. Maybe she would know what Melody's could be.