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He leered, rapturous of the palace’s cavernous beauty, augmented by his share of the fermented berries, of which two were already missing before the decorated erpa-ha swept into the chamber. Away he turned from the fine frescos to see the Prince.

“Erpa-ha Senmut!” His voice bellowing and rich as he clasped an arm about the red priest, pulling him into an embrace to unite them like two old friends. “Prince Rashepses of Ta-senet.”

“Such hospitality you bestow,” his glittered look commended the rockbed Prince, the disorderly behavior of the Queen’s guard willingly overlooked for now. “We received your summons last season. We were delayed. My father has joined our ancestors in A'Aru. My brother now sits upon the throne of the river kingdom.” And Rashepses remained the last unwed son. He reached for a third berry.

“How does Akashingo fare?” He asked, looking now more deeply into the erpa-ha's face while allowing the tartness to steep on his tongue.