Luneshale Pass fifty-first

A Princess parted the feast. He did not conceal his amusement. Akashingo knew how to throw a party.

Shortly thereafter, when merriment again found its fleet footing, Rashepses waded through, flanked in the company of his princeguards and with a gaze that over swaying bodies sought Toula.

It was the bylaws which stood between them and the thirty pair of glittering eyes, the brow of stone the Erpa-ha had so consciously raised to keep his Hemet-nekheb out of reach; ostensibly from Rashepses himself.

For her, there was a kneel and an invitation, “Good evening. Do you dance, My Queen?”