Lion Head Mesa The journey

Over the clank of senet pieces and the low mutter of table talk, a guard announced the arrival of another visitor, this one alone. Joined by a trio of mazoi, Rashepses made his way toward the grassland flats, where a solitary figure stood in wait. Upon closer inspection she was a woman in earthen tones, well-built and of desert stock. Preceded by the usual customs, he allowed his eyes to loiter.

“State your business with Akashingo,” one of the guards called. Rashepses awaited her answer, wordless yet.