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for her, a grunt spared. not one of dismissal, for khusobek indeed listened. he did not forsake their gods, he simply expected nothing of them. everything he had ever achieved was done alone, in the crocodilian mind.

but zaahira was reverent, her voice calling to mind his lessons, his boyhood home and the drone of the priest's voice. and so he lowered his head, but refused to yet be defeated,

"humility does not protect a kingdom. adoration is not passion. she will want more, she will become frustrated with a passive man at her side." lovers. khusobek heard the pain curled alabaster again the side of zaahira's throat, and its echo in him was for hatshepsuun.

but the argument was over, ended. "if he is not chosen he may revolt. prepare for it. you might try to pry his men apart, gently. they worship him, not the queen. he is their god."