Lion Head Mesa The ballads of life

A small but proud daughter rounded a corner, wrapped in furs of heavenly gold. This must be one of the princesses, and therefore, Tadihor knelt before the young royal. Then, as she brought herself up, she saw that the child was insisting her subject take notice of the brown, earthly beetle that this child had slain. 

“This is most wonderful sight. You are strong, young princess. Tell me, what is your name?” Tadihor spoke gently in her accented tongue, a sign of her Egyptian heritage. Yet she chose to speak in the common language, not knowing what tongue they would speak.