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The fellahin’s voice is earnest, his eyes respectfully downturned, never once forgetting his place among the living Gods. The young princess draws a breath and looks upon him with growing esteem, and she would see that he was honored for it! The servant Charmion, decorated for being the princess Neith’s favored!

“You are wise,” she smooths her forepaws thoughtfully over the fur, intrigued by the servant’s wisdom! How would it feel to wear such magic upon her back? The scarlet gaze deepens. Like carrying a scepter from the Mother of Ra, she imagines. She passes the fur to the servant.

Her servant, she decides, for she is going to purchase the man from the neb Gucci.

“Now, procure the osprey and the herbs please, Charmion,” the amiirad orders with a gleeful step as they trot toward the kitchens.