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She said... Melody's look turned far away as she recalled the soft way Pharaoh had spoken to her. That I'm meant for higher things. Frustration broke through the pleasant haze of memory. But I don't know what that means. It could mean anything.

I don't feel useful, or meant for anything, She bit the inside of her cheek. Maybe I just need more time. Now Melody thought of Nazli, the servant girl, the one Senmut was so concerned with. She seemed content with her place; at peace. Jealousy twisted her insides into knots all over again, and Melody fell silent.