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again did the crocodile lower his head in joyed obeisance, feeling a small surprised thrill rush through him. hatshepsuun had not been half so warm. but then again, he had not known her as a barely-woman still in the hallowed throes of a holy honeymoon.

khusobek had loved the woman with the skin of marble and the heart of a green jade, unyielding. theirs had not been the young stuff of love, but something which wore a blank veneer and held fire underneath. so many things he had learned from her, about her, for her.

yes. the things he had done for hatshepsuun would follow him to the Final Judgement.

pharaoh spoke, offering a promotion, it seemed, and khusobek was coldly amused to see the irony of her choice following the movement in his own mind.

"it would be my pleasure to accept, Divine One," the mazoi said quietly toward the ground beneath her coiffed paws. "when my children are older, i shall be able to go farther afield for the aims of your kingdom." a promise.