Lion Head Mesa The ballads of life

The girl spoke with excitement! Repeating her name with a cheer! Neef, said the princess, it was certainly a unique name, like rain in the desert. 

The fellahin that was with the child had turned their head, upon the sound of footsteps. A golden woman, colored in the coat of the child, rounded the corner. This woman carried a regal air about her, decorated, nobility, and one who looks like this should be none other than…. The pharoah herself!

The child ran to her mother, and Tadihor bowed down low in the presence of the divine woman. Her eyes were shut and her head down, as she kneeled on one front leg. The fellahin had begun announcing the titles, and Tadihor would only bring her head up upon the Pharaoh’s command.

“I wished to see the children that have been so highly spoken of, my Pharoah. They are just as divine as their parents, it would be a blessing to see them with my own eyes.”