Firefly Glen Here where once was found.

slinging an arm over satakh's gilded shoulders, khaemwaset's grin was a cold, gleaming thing. yet for all the boy's growing hardness, he was excited, filled with delight that all his siblings had come, that mother and father stood glowing and radiant in this sea of mortal flesh.

he was to watch the hunt. his sisters would be sent to heal with mother. 

after bowing to acknowledge the instruction of their semer-wati, khaemwaset exchanged a long look with neith; while pharaoh was a goddess of green art, suppose his pale sister wanted to do something other than dabble in reeking plants?

compelled by breeding, lineage, and manners to follow rashepses, khaemwaset kissed satakh's cheek, nudged den, and whispered to neith; "if you choose to come to the hunt, i will make it so."

rebellion! its lotus petals flowered only in this, a sense of justice that the boy would do well to nurse, even if he did not comprehend all that there was to know.

falling into step with his father, khaemwaset would not return to their camp until he was brought or sent into the arms of the attending servants.