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Merneith had not deviated from the good manners that defined her infancy, invariably tranquil and ladylike in both spirit and demeanor since her emergence. But now she glimpsed, and soon her legs were strong enough to ferry her stubby body out and across the halls, shuffling for one parent, a sibling or another.

Her voice sang in sweet gibberish, mewling joyfully for her family while simultaneously barreling from the Pharaoh’s rooms and out into the busy palatial causeways.

It was soon apparent by the furious sweep of her tail and open wonderment upon her face that Princess Merneith entered the court of Akashingo in the same way she entered the world: fearless.