Firefly Glen annun ◯

Thick inhales of scent prompted the curl of lip as his eyes slid from his wife to that of the white matron. Not even the king’s nose that had known a great deal of elixirs and narcotics from all the carousing of his youth could place the powder. He raised his chin and forbidding his wife nearer while it lay open.

“You have our gratitude, Moonwoman,” Rashepses gave in terse reply. “Pharaoh and I will remain in the South until the conflict ends. Please, send word to Muat-riya when you have made your discovery.”