Lion Head Mesa radiance of heaven ☥

trade.

despite how mother explained it, khaemwaset was not yet old enough to understand that this was the standpoint upon which riches were channeled into akashingo, upon which their might relied.

we are better. more godly. we are blessed, he heard in her cultured voice, and now he looked at the stone with more thoughtfulness. he held it carefully and did not roll it upon their elegant floors.

they looked curiously at one another, he and she, and he gave her that brazen reflection of rashepses' own grin and perhaps something ancient lay behind it now. "this is mine," khaemwaset said quietly to himself, gazing at the jewel and then back to his holy mother.

"how do we have more?"