Lion Head Mesa Tjaw

"bring my brother a senet board and pieces, fellahin," khaemwaset ordered of the servant, though his eyes did not leave den. "he is bored."

his brother. firstborn, praised by high priest and mother and father, adorned not only in song but imbued with a weight that none of them might ever carry. he had come up from the wellspring; he carried one of the feathers he had shown neith, tucked into the polished fur of one shoulder.

now he stood beside den, watching the last images of those flying birds.