Lion Head Mesa from one place of sands to another

Rashepses paused to look at him. Many men bore their titles as honors. Akhenaten bore them as scars.

“Then it is here you shall be,” the riverking promised. He did not doubt that Akhen would prove worthy of his accolades in the red kingdom, as he had in the riverlands.

Raised from the vast crest of the Lion’s head mesa, there stood the stone arch, doorway to the red palace. Beside Akhen, the king purled, “welcome to Akashingo.”

“I will leave you to get settled. The servants will bring your things and show you to your bedchamber and the wellspring. Bathe, drink, rest. Tomorrow night you shall dine with Pharaoh Toula and I.” He beamed again, the feeling of occupying such an opulent space with Akhen returned to his side was like having a piece of Ta-senet there with him. The best part of what once was home. “I’m glad you are here, brother.”