Lion Head Mesa eightieth

The matter of Zharille was tabled for now, and the worst of Semer-wati’s tempers had ebbed. When Toula spoke he gazed over her as an indulgent husband and found the edge of her ear with a reassuring kiss.

Pharaoh was young and the matter of her fertility waited on the bated breaths of every egyptian. The riverking awaited his royal sons and if doubts shadowed his mind they paled in comparison to the Gods who favored him.

Mystic traditions were left to women and priests. Rashepses would do his part and put his cubs in Toula as soon as she bloomed for him.

“Send word for the Sesh Tavina as well,” came his request of the Erpa-ha. The physician would be able to tell when his wife would come into her heat.