Lion Head Mesa Tjaw

"i will, brother," khaemwaset said pleasantly enough. in imitation of their father, he settled languidly beside den, looking up at the empty sky where the birds had flown. "the priests say winter will come. snow, a white blanketing of it on the earth."

his grin suggested that the boy found such notions tedious and unbelievable. who could trust in these things? "senet first. then hounds and jackals, if you like. or — we will go hunting in the reeds."

their life was rich and unhurried; princes should have a thousand diversions.