Lion Head Mesa royal fledgling

Long rang the sistraa and the receding prayers for his daughter, but how they all waned when the second son, his mirror image, fell into view. Semer-wati sensed Kem’s passion like a hot clap of thunder in the air; a khamsin out of season; a charging of the air whose commanding forces herald the desert storms.

A wordless bidding, and as the boy stepped within the light he spread and grew taller. The prudent eyes ignited with knowing, a glittering illusion that everything unfolding now had happened before.

“Rise now second prince of Pharaoh, Amiir @Khaemwaset of Akashingo, ‘He Who Comes Out of the Sacred Land’, the ‘Lord of the Two Lands’ Nebtawy, Horus-nebkhau ‘Lord of Illusions’.

“Divine of Egypt, may He fill every land with his power which His rays encompass, for He is the orb of light above the horizon!

“Arms are raised in adoration at His appearing! The whole earth is in praise of His spirit!

“Lion god, bearer of teeth, whose dread strikes down the enemies who ignore His terror!

“The Dual Prince, Unifier of the Two Lands, joining the Sedge and the Bee!

“Long may he live to walk in the light of Ra!”

Presented now for the hem’s prayers and adornments, but not before an intimate touch passed from father to the crown of a king.