Lion Head Mesa The ballads of life

Tadihor rose and could only smile warmly for a time, at the words which came from Pharoah Toula. Mother and daughter, both the images of divinity, golden in more ways than the desert was vast.


Once Toula’s words came to a close, Tadihor brought her eyes upon the divine princess, Amiirad Merneith, once more. With the warmth of the desert sun throughout Tadihor, her eyes sparkled as she said: “Amiirad Merneith. Your praises be sung from on high, and those of your divine family. I shall be servant,” she gestured with a small dip of her head, “and it will be an honor to be a friend.”

“With your permission, Pharoah, Amiirad, I must move on. But if you are wanting of anything, please, send for me. I shall do my very best to please you.” 

And she would turn as if signaling to go. There was truth in her words, for in her culture, and that of Akashingo, one must serve their royalty. And to serve them will be an honor and pleasure.