Lion Head Mesa The almond and the apple

“I imagine not for long now that a Pharaoh will soon again sit upon the throne,” she broaches softly and turns to look into Tuna’s face. It is a small sort of statement that might coax her companion’s feelings on the subject.

This passageway looms long and dark and dusted. The second is well kept, well lit, polished.

“Not so much as I’d like. Enough to see she has a generous heart, a good soul.” That she saw the fellahin as beings and not an expendable amenity.

“How long have you worked in the palace?” She asks, turning her attention from the three halls to Tuna.