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Melody nodded, grateful for the opportunity to be useful — and to speak of something other than the priest. She followed Tavina, stifling another yawn.

Just a lot of names right now, She said a little tiredly. This time she couldn't quite keep herself from yawning. I guess I'm supposed to - um, choose days for things. Once I've learned. For the queen. It made her sound very special, she thought, but Melody didn't feel special. And that was what had drawn her to Pharaoh, what had kept her here in the first place — that feeling of being special. The more settled she became in her role here, the less Melody felt she belonged. She thought sometimes of leaving. But she didn't say that.