Lion Head Mesa Whoever lets himself be led by the heart will never lose his way.

“I am,” she assents, shedding the tension of having to play seductor as they round the footpath.

She was composing in her mind the noblest of deeds that must be done to win the Queen’s favor; the selfless, loyal man who would back her rule. She was still deciding what kind of man Thutmose was, what kind of husband he would make her Queen. What kind of sovereign he would make their state.

Eset had outwardly expressed her own tenets that day on the mesa- that the Gods would have a devout Pharaoh.

But the Prince shows himself to be gentle, and he is thoughtful of the fellahin. He is learning of the Gods from Queen Toula herself. She looks to him again with renewed interest, waiting for an elaboration.