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“I will know the people of the red land, as a part of them, than sitting idly in an enclosed room all the day,” he mused, “and the longer the waiting, the sweeter her kiss.” The Prince was not known for patience and his mind strayed, just as his eye, to the next diversion. If he could not yet have the Queen at his side, Siatum and the open desert was the next best thing. Boys again.

“Siatum,” he turned, serious now, “When I am Pharaoh of Akashingo, you will be Jodai of upper and lower kingdoms. You will unite all regiments into a single army, under my command, and at your behest.” This journey to the South was not just a race to win Toula’s arm. It was about fostering relations, and testing for weaknesses. “Let us show these stifled stone people a good time, shall we?” A rugged grin, and a swift pat to his man’s back as he signed for one of the palace fellahin to bring the best cut of goat for the princeguard.

“There’s a slender woman, @Legend. Or a broad man, @Khusobek. Take your pick, Jodai.” He arced an obsidian brow. He did not consider the undisciplined soldier Zaahira, who was more like to offer lip than insight, nor the beastly man of no words.

“But know them all."