Lion Head Mesa Tiger lily

"yes. i do." khaemwaset saw not the details, the interweave of toula's power with that of rashepses. he had not seen satsu and rameses, nor rameses and treva. he saw only the throne which appealed most to him, pushing aside all the framework upon which thrones were predicated for his own self-interest. such things were built. he aimed only to have.

he splashed neith a little, teeth shining in laughter; "who will be semer-wati? father called to the storm. i heard his voice in the clouds."

voice dropped to conspiratorial whisper; "there is no one like him."

each of them, set apart for their own purposes.